Chapter IX.
Our Wills kept for Jesus.
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‘Keep my will, oh, keep it Thine,
For it is no longer mine.’
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Perhaps there is no point in which expectation
has been so limited by experience as this.
We believe God is able to do for us just so much as
He has already done, and no more. We take it for
granted a line must be drawn somewhere; and so
we choose to draw it where experience ends, and
faith would have to begin. Even if we have trusted
and proved Him as to keeping our members and
our minds, faith fails when we would go deeper and
say, ‘Keep my will!’ And yet the only reason we
have to give is, that though we have asked Him to
take our will, we do not exactly find that it is altogether
His, but that self-will crops up again and
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again. And whatever flaw there might be in this
argument, we think the matter is quite settled by
the fact that some whom we rightly esteem, and
who are far better than ourselves, have the same
experience, and do not even seem to think it right
to hope for anything better. That is conclusive!
And the result of this, as of every other faithless
conclusion, is either discouragement and depression,
or, still worse, acquiescence in an unyielded
will, as something that can’t be helped.
Now let us turn from our thoughts to God’s
thoughts. Verily, they are not as ours! He says
He is able to do exceeding abundantly above all
that we ask or think. Apply this here. We ask
Him to take our wills and make them His. Does
He or does He not mean what He says? and if He
does, should we not trust Him to do this thing that
we have asked and longed for, and not less but
more? ‘Is anything too hard for the Lord?’
‘Hath He said, and shall He not do it?’ and if He
gives us faith to believe that we have the petition
that we desired of Him, and with it the unspeakable
rest of leaning our will wholly upon His love,
what ground have we for imagining that this is
necessarily to be a mere fleeting shadow, which is
hardly to last an hour, but is necessarily to be exhausted
ere the next breath of trial or temptation
comes? Does He mock our longing by acting as I
have seen an older person act to a child, by accepting
some trifling gift of no intrinsic value, just to
please the little one, and then throwing it away as
soon as the child’s attention is diverted? Is not
the taking rather the pledge of the keeping, if we
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will but entrust Him fearlessly with it? We give
Him no opportunity, so to speak, of proving His
faithfulness to this great promise, because we will
not fulfil the condition of reception, believing it.
But we readily enough believe instead all that we
hear of the unsatisfactory experience of others! Or,
start from another word. Job said, ‘I know that
Thou canst do everything,’ and we turn round and
say, ‘Oh yes, everything except keeping my will!’
Dare we add, ‘And I know that Thou canst not do
that’? Yet that is what is said every day, only in
other words; and if not said aloud, it is said in
faithless hearts, and God hears it. What does
‘Almighty’ mean, if it does not mean, as we teach
our little children, ‘able to do everything’?
We have asked this great thing many a time,
without, perhaps, realizing how great a petition we
were singing, in the old morning hymn, ‘Guard
my first springs of thought and will!’ That goes
to the root of the matter, only it implies that the
will has been already surrendered to Him, that it
may be wholly kept and guarded.
It may be that we have not sufficiently realized
the sin of the only alternative. Our wills belong
either to self or to God. It may seem a small and
rather excusable sin in man’s sight to be self-willed,
but see in what a category of iniquity God puts it!
(2 Pet. ii. 10). And certainly we are without excuse
when we have such a promise to go upon as,
‘It is God that worketh in you both to will and to
do of His pleasure.’ How splendidly this meets our
very deepest helplessness,—‘worketh in you to
will!’ Oh, let us pray for ourselves and for each
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other, that we may know ‘what is the exceeding
greatness of His power to usward who believe.’ It
does not say, ‘to usward who fear and doubt;’ for
if we will not believe, neither shall we be established.
If we will not believe what God says He
can do, we shall see it with our eyes, but we shall
not eat thereof. ‘They could not enter in because
of unbelief.’
It is most comforting to remember that the grand
promise, ‘Thy people shall be willing in the day of
Thy power,’ is made by the Father to Christ Himself.
The Lord Jesus holds this promise, and God
will fulfil it to Him. He will make us willing because
He has promised Jesus that He will do so.
And what is being made willing, but having our
will taken and kept?
All true surrender of the will is based upon love
and knowledge of, and confidence in, the one to
whom it is surrendered. We have the human
analogy so often before our eyes, that it is the more
strange we should be so slow to own even the possibility
of it as to God. Is it thought anything so
very extraordinary and high-flown, when a bride
deliberately prefers wearing a colour which was not
her own taste or choice, because her husband likes
to see her in it? Is it very unnatural that it is no
distress to her to do what he asks her to do, or to go
with him where he asks her to come, even without
question or explanation, instead of doing what or
going where she would undoubtedly have preferred
if she did not know and love him? Is it very surprising
if this lasts beyond the wedding day, and if
year after year she still finds it her greatest pleasure
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to please him, quite irrespective of what used to be
her own ways and likings? Yet in this case she is
not helped by any promise or power on his part to
make her wish what he wishes. But He who so
wonderfully condescends to call Himself the Bridegroom
of His church, and who claims our fullest
love and trust, has promised and has power to work
in us to will. Shall we not claim His promise and
rely on His mighty power, and say, not self-confidently,
but looking only unto Jesus—
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‘Keep my will, for it is Thine;
It shall be no longer mine!’
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Only in proportion as our own will is surrendered,
are we able to discern the splendour of
God’s will.
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For oh! it is a splendour,
A glow of majesty,
A mystery of beauty
If we will only see;
A very cloud of glory
Enfolding you and me.
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A splendour that is lighted
At one transcendent flame,
The wondrous Love, the perfect Love,
Our Father’s sweetest name;
For His Name and very Essence
And His Will are all the same!
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Conversely, in proportion as we see this splendour
of His will, we shall more readily or more
fully surrender our own. Not until we have presented
our bodies a living sacrifice can we prove
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what is that good, and perfect, and acceptable will
of God. But in thus proving it, this continual presentation
will be more and more seen to be our
reasonable service, and becomes more and more a
joyful sacrifice of praise.
The connection in Romans xii. 1, 2,
between our sacrifice which He so graciously calls acceptable
to Himself, and our finding out that His will is acceptable
to ourselves, is very striking. One reason
for this connection may be that only love can
really understand love, and love on both sides is at
the bottom of the whole transaction and its results.
First, He loves us. Then the discovery of this
leads us to love Him. Then, because He loves us,
He claims us, and desires to have us wholly yielded
to His will, so that the operations of love in and
for us may find no hindrance. Then, because we
love Him we recognise His claim and yield ourselves.
Then, being thus yielded, He draws us
nearer to Him,33‘Now ye have consecrated yourselves unto the Lord, come
near’ (2 Chron. xxix. 31).
and admits us, so to speak, into
closer intimacy, so that we gain nearer and truer
views of His perfections. Then the unity of these
perfections becomes clearer to us. Now we not
only see His justice and mercy flowing in an undivided
stream from the cross of Christ, but we see
that they never were divided, though the strange
distortions of the dark, false glass of sin made them
appear so, but that both are but emanations of
God’s holy love. Then having known and believed
this holy love, we see further that His will
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is not a separate thing, but only love (and therefore
all His attributes) in action; love being the primary
essence of His being, and all the other attributes
manifestations and combinations of that
ineffable essence, for God is Love. Then this will
of God which has seemed in old far-off days a stern
and fateful power, is seen to be only love energized;
love saying, ‘I will.’ And when once we really
grasp this (hardly so much by faith as by love
itself), the will of God cannot be otherwise than
acceptable, for it is no longer a question of trusting
that somehow or other there is a hidden element of
love in it, but of understanding that it is love; no
more to be dissociated from it than the power of the
sun’s rays can be dissociated from their light and
warmth. And love recognised must surely be love
accepted and reciprocated. So, as the fancied
sternness of God’s will is lost in His love, the stubbornness
of our will becomes melted in that love,
and lost in our acceptance of it.
103Jean Sophia Pigott.
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‘Take Thine own way with me, dear Lord,
Thou canst not otherwise than bless;
I launch me forth upon a sea
Of boundless love and tenderness.
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‘I could not choose a larger bliss
Than to be wholly Thine; and mine
A will whose highest joy is this,
To ceaselessly unclasp in Thine.
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‘I will not fear Thee, O my God!
The days to come can only bring
Their perfect sequences of love,
Thy larger, deeper comforting.
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‘Within the shadow of this love,
Loss doth transmute itself to gain;
Faith veils earth’s sorrows in its light,
And straightway lives above her pain.
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‘We are not losers thus; we share
The perfect gladness of the Son,
Not conquered—for, behold, we reign;
Conquered and Conqueror are one.
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‘Thy wonderful grand will, my God!
Triumphantly I make it mine;
And faith shall breathe her glad “Amen”
To every dear command of Thine.
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‘Beneath the splendour of Thy choice,
Thy perfect choice for me, I rest;
Outside it now I dare not live,
Within it I must needs be blest.
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‘Meanwhile my spirit anchors calm
In grander regions still than this;
The fair, far-shining latitudes
Of that yet unexplorèd bliss.
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‘Then may Thy perfect, glorious will
Be evermore fulfilled in me,
And make my life an answ’ring chord
Of glad, responsive harmony.
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‘Oh! it is life indeed to live
Within this kingdom strangely sweet,
And yet we fear to enter in,
And linger with unwilling feet.
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‘We fear this wondrous rule of Thine,
Because we have not reached Thy heart;
Not venturing our all on Thee,
We may not know how good Thou art.’
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