W. Arnot: Prayer and Preaching
Prayer and Preaching
I watched once the operations of a brick-maker in a field of clay.
There was great agility in his movements. He wrought by piece, and the
more he turned out the higher was his pay. His body moved like a
machine. His task for a time was simply to raise a quantity of clay from
a lower to a higher level by means of a spade, lie threw up one
spadeful, and then he dipped his tool in a pail of water that stood by.
After every spadeful of clay there was a dip in the water. The operation
of dipping occupied as much time as raising. My first thought was, if
he should dispense with these apparently useless baptisms, he might
perform almost double the amount of work. My second thought was wiser:
on reflection, I saw that if he should continue to work without these
alternate washings, the clay would have stuck to the spade, and progress
would have been altogether arrested. I said to myself, Go thou and do
likewise. Prayer is the baptism which makes progress quick.
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Sunday, December 7, 2014
Spurgeon: A Young Preacher's Oppressive Sense of Responsibility
When I first became a pastor in London my success appalled me; and the thought of the career which it seemed to open up, so far from elating me, cast me into the lowest depths outer which I uttered my "miserere," and found no room for a "gloria in excelsis." Who was I that I should continue to lead so great a multitude? I would betake me to my village obscurity, or emigrate to America and find a solitary nest in the backwoods, where I might be sufficient for the things that would be demanded of me. It was just then that the curtain was rising upon my life work, and I dreaded what it might reveal. I hope I was not faithless, but I was timorous and filled with a sense of my own unworthiness. I dreaded the work which a gracious providence had prepared for me. I felt myself a mere child, and trembled as I heard the voice which said, "Arise and thresh the mountains and make them as chaff."
( C. H. Spurgeons Autobiography.)
( C. H. Spurgeons Autobiography.)
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