No more the power of human mind
Nor strength of human will,
But vision of the open face
The newborn heart to fill.
Rejoicing in that fadeless light
Reflectors we shall be;
While walking with Him, we become
Like Him whose face we see.—F. H. Oakley
(2 Cor. 3. 18)
Biographers of Fenelon tell us that he lived in such intimate fellowship with God that his very face shone. Lord Peterborough, a skeptic, was obliged to spend a night with him at an inn. In the morning he rushed away, saying, 'If I stay another night with that man, I shall be a Christian in spite of myself.' Someone else said of him, 'His manners were full of grace, his voice full of love, and his face full of glory.'
(Exod. 34. 29; 2 Cor. 3. 18)
Archibald Orr Ewing, a successful business man in Glasgow, went to China as a missionary. Through communion with his Lord Jesus Christ, his features became so radiant that the people there gave him a new name—`Mr. Glory-face'.
(Exod. 34. 29; 2 Cor. 3. 18; 4. 6)
A Christian leader, a servant of Christ known for his devoutness and gracious manner, was calling at a home on a pastoral visit to the family, and knocked at the door. The knock was answered by a little girl, the daughter of the house, who, on opening the door and seeing the stranger, immediately ran inside, saying, '0 mother, come: Jesus is at the door.'—'Reflecting as a mirror the glory of the Lord and changed into the same image from glory to glory.'
(2 Cor. 3. 18)
The word 'Metamorphoo', the Greek for 'transform', occurs three times in the New Testament: Matt. 17. 2; Rom. 12. 2 and 2 Cor. 3. 18.
From that Greek word we get our English term—`metamorphosis'. The entomologist, when he uses the term, envisages the transformation of the caterpillar through the chrysalis stage into the beautiful winged butterfly. It is a change of form and appearance from ugliness to beauty, but it also suggests a change of habits and manner of life.
(1 Cor. 6. 9-11)
Look on His face: so shall His light Divine
On Thee in radiancy and beauty shine:
Walk in His steps; the path that Jesus trod
Shall lead thee safely on to Heaven and God.
List to His voice, and thou shalt ever hear
His words of comfort, peace, thy heart to cheer.
Put thou thy hand in His, and thou shalt see
How strong, how firm His hold on thee shall be.
(2 Cor. 3. 18)
Gazing on the cloudless glory of the Lord they love,
While on high He fills with radiance those bright courts above,
Day by day a change is passing o'er each upturned brow,
Soon to shine with Christ in glory, though so dimly now.
(2 Cor. 3. 18; 1 John 3. 2; Dan. 12. 3)
He who sets out to change individual lives may be an optimist; but he who sets out to change society without first changing the individual is a lunatic.—Dr. S. M. Zwemer
(Acts 26. 18)
A British vessel landed Mr. and Mrs. Paton on an island under armed guard and stood by while the crew built the missionaries a house in which to dwell. Then they sailed away, convinced that they would never see the courageous couple again.
What followed constitutes one of the greatest and most thrilling romances of all time. The people with whom the Patons worked were brutal and cruel almost beyond hope. After a short time Mrs. Paton died of a tropical disease that was swift and deadly. Her husband buried her, and so low were the standards of the natives that they demanded her body for their feast. John Paton had to lie upon her grave, musket in hand, ten days and nights, aided only by his dog. This was the only way he could preserve his wife's body. When he was sure that the dear form was corrupted so as to be inedible, he retired to his lonely house and began the translation of the Bible into the native tongue. For thirty years he laboured with those people. Then a commission of the British Government visited the Islands and published an official document of congratulation, saying that the `cannibals' of the New Hebrides had now become the most advanced and cultured of all the native tribes who lived under the British flag. In those thirty years a race had been transformed and redeemed by the cultural power of the wonderful Word.—Harry Rimmer
(Ps. 119. 105; 2 Cor. 3. 18)
There is a story told of an American who went over to Paris, and, wishing to buy his wife a little gift, purchased a phosphorescent, mother-of-pearl match-box container; and the beauty of it was that in the dark it was said to radiate a wonderful light. He packed it in his trunk, took it home to the U.S.A., and after the family welcome dinner asked for the lights to be put out. In the dark he took the match-box container from his pocket to present it to his wife, but, when he looked at it, it was as black as the darkness around. Then he said, 'That is just what they palm off on foreigners. I've been swindled.' Next day his wife, a bit curious, discovered on the box a few words in French. She took it down to some friends who had a French maid and had it translated. That night, in the darkness, it was all aglow, for she had followed the instructions written on the box, which said:
'If you keep me all day long in the sunlight,
I will shine for you all night long in the darkness.'
(2 Cor. 4. 6; Phil. 2. 15)