I have seen in the autumn when the trees had shed their leaves that two or three have stuck fast on the branches, and have clung to them through all the storms of winter. But, when the spring has come and the sap has begun to ascend, the leaves have disappeared, pushed off by the rising tide of life.—Dr. A. J. Gordon
In the experience of the believer in the Lord Jesus Christ, this is what Dr. Chalmers called `the expulsive power of a new affection'.
(2 Cor. 5. 17)
I will never forget the day Grace Armstrong was converted. It was at a Sunday afternoon meeting in Chicago. She just slid down on her knees and sobbed as though her heart would break. No one could console her. Then as she went out, her girl friends told her that it would soon pass away.
`No, girls,' responded Grace, 'this will never pass away.'
And when young men telephoned her and invited her to the theatre, without a moment's hesitation she answered 'No!' Old things had passed away in a single moment. All things had become new. Christ was now in her heart and she had a new affection. She loved the prayer meeting, loved to stand and sing for her Saviour on the street corner, loved to do personal work, loved above everything else the house of God. Grace is now with the Lord, but oh, what a wonderful testimony she left before she went home.
When I was a missionary among the Indians near Alaska, I lived for some time on what is called 'hardtack'. 'Dog biscuit' I suppose would be the name in civilization. Now, it was hard, so hard that only by warming it could I manage to penetrate it with my teeth. Nevertheless I thoroughly enjoyed and relished it.
But there came a day when I returned to civilization and began to eat bread and butter once more. And, what do you think? Why, I have never wanted hardtack since. Not once have I pined for the old days and cried, 'Oh, for a bit of hardtack once more.' And why? Simply because I have found something better.—Oswald J. Smith
(2 Cor. 5. 17)
John Masefield has described how 'Saul Kane' came upon a new world because Christ made him a new man He existed through a wild career of coarseness, wickedness, of poachings, drinkings, imprisonments. One dissolute night he tore his clothes to shreds, ran wild through the street, clutched and rang the fire bell, till, his rage subsiding, he crept back to the public-house. But there came an end, a complete break with the past, the discovery of a new world, because new eyes saw it, and a new heart felt it.
I did not think, I did not strive,
The deep peace burnt my me alive;
The bolted door had broken in,
I knew that I had done with sin.
I knew that Christ had given me birth
To brother all the souls on earth,
And every bird and every beast
Should share the crumbs broke at the feast.
O glory of the lighted mind.
How dead I'd been, how dumb, how blind!
The station brook, to my new eyes,
Was bubbling out of Paradise;
The waters rushing from the rain
Were singing Christ has risen again.
I thought all earthly creatures knelt
From rapture of the joy I felt.—John Macbeath
(Acts 3. 8, 9; 2 Cor. 5. 17)