HH, Sir Godfrey Gregg D.Div
“For I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand. 7 I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith:” (2 Timothy 4:6-7).
As soldiers show their scars and talk of battles when they come at last to spend their old age in the country at home, so shall we in the dear land to which we are hastening, speak of the goodness and faithfulness of God who brought us through all the trials of the way. I would not like to stand in the white-robed host and hear it said, “These are they that came out of great tribulation, all except one.” My God, we want to hear the inclusion “These are they ….. and have their robes in the blood of the Lamb.
Would you like to be there and see yourself pointed at as the one saint who never knew a sorrow? Oh, no! for you would be an alien in the midst of the sacred brotherhood. We will be content to share the battle, for we shall soon wear the crown and wave the palm. So many times we are ridiculed and brought down but the very people we associate with, in the community, the family and the church. Many times they do not know your story, for they haven’t seen the shoes you are wearing nor have they tried it on their feet. You should not talk about another until you know their story. Hallelujah.
“Where were you wounded?” asked the surgeon of a soldier at Lookout Mountain. “Almost at the top,” he answered. He forgot even his gaping wound–he only remembered that he had won the heights. So let us go forth to higher endeavours for Christ and never rest till we can shout from the very top, “I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.” There is where every Christian should be aiming to reach. The Mountain top, rather there are many that are trying to climb on the shoulders of their wounded brothers and sisters looking to be famous. Some have taken the blood of their brethren to smear their faces but there is no wound. How much further can we travel in this condition? You are being watched and the recording angels are taking note of our behaviours.
“Finish thy work, then rest,
Till then rest never;
The rest for thee by God
Is rest forever.”
“God will not look you over for medals, degrees or diplomas but for scars.”
Of an old hero the minstrel sang–
“With his Yemen sword for aid;
Ornament it carried none,
But the notches on the blade.”
What nobler decoration of honour can any godly man or woman seek after than his scars of service, his losses for the crown, his reproaches for Christ’s sake, his being worn out in his Master’s service. I want to be there like the wounded soldier and I have lots of scars to show. Hello, Paul, I am coming I have fought a good fight and my time on this earth is drawing close. It will be joy unspeakable and full of glory when we meet face to face with my Lord.