HH, Sir Godfrey Gregg D.Div
“This I say then, Walk in the Spirit, and ye shall not fulfil the lust of the flesh.” Galatians 5:16
Life in the Holy Spirit is a Walk. Patient, steadfast, plodding, through grey days — and golden days; amid the snow of January — and the sun of June along with the hurricanes — and the dull dark fogs of the waning year. He, He alone enables me to persevere to the end. It is a glorious and divine achievement. It is a grander thing to walk resolutely and untiringly onward — than to mount up with the wings of an eagle.
Life in the Holy Spirit is a Harvest. Blessed be His mighty grace, from my wilderness heart, where the works of the flesh grew as unsightly and poisonous weeds — He brings forth the sweet and wholesome fruits of the heavenly country. I have only to trust Him simply and daily, and the desert that is in me will rejoice and blossom!
But Life in the Holy Spirit is a Crucifixion also. He nails me on a cross — not a vicarious cross, like my redeeming Saviour’s — but one that is sore and sharp to my natural mind. My flesh, my old darling sins, my pride, my wilfulness, my former self — He pierces and kills them all; until I bear branded on my body the very Stigmata of Jesus.
Shall I have Him, when He will cost me so much? Yes, I long for Him, more and more. There are sufferers who fare better than all the children of pleasure and mirth, and I shall enrol myself among them!