HH Sir Godfrey Greg D.Div
“Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ,” (Philippians 3:8).
This is the happy season of ripening cornfields, of the merry song of the reapers, of the secured and garnered grain. But let me hearken to the sermon of the field. This is its solemn word to me. You must die in order to live. You must refuse to consult your own case and well-being. You must be crucified, not only in desires and habits which are sinful but in many more which appear innocent and right.
If you would save others, you cannot save yourself. If you would bear much fruit, you must be buried in darkness and solitude.
My heart fails me as I listen. But, when Jesus asks it, let me tell myself that it is my high dignity to enter into the fellowship of His sufferings; and thus I am in the best of the company. And let me tell myself again that it is all meant to make me a vessel meet for His use. His own Calvary has blossomed into fertility, and so shall mine. Plenty out of pain, life out of death: is it not the law of the Kingdom?
Do we call it dying when the bud bursts into flower? No, we see it as a life sprung forth. Whatever it is there is a cost that we have to count. Are you prepared for the audit?