I went to God and asked - 'What's my calling?'
'Ok, that one's simple,' He said, 'It's to emulate me; it's to die loving'.
'Ok, that one's simple,' He said, 'It's to emulate me; it's to die loving'.
"Perfect love is a kind of self-dereliction, a wandering out of ourselves; it is a kind of voluntary death, wherein the lover dies to himself, and all his own interest, not thinking of them, nor caring for them any more, and minding nothing but how he may please and gratify the party whom he loves; thus , he is quite undone, unless he meets with reciprocal affection; he neglects himself and the other hath no regard to him; but if he be beloved, he is revived, as it were and liveth in the soul and care of the person whom he loves; and now he begins to mind his own concernments, not so much because they are his, as because the beloved is pleased to own an interest in them: he becomes dear unto himself, because he is so unto the other. "
A perfect man would never act from a sense of duty; he’d always want the right thing more than the wrong one. Duty is only a substitute for love (of God and of other people) like a crutch which is a substitute for a leg. Most of us need the crutch at times; but of course it is idiotic to use the crutch when our own legs (our own loves, tastes, habits etc.) can do the journey on their own.
Hold a dime upto your eye
And it will look an enormous size
So you'd think God shrinks As you look down here for more
We don't get it right, who would've guessed?
Hallelujah, God doesn't expect
More than his own grace to carry you to shore
- Michael Morgan, All Good Gifs | Before The Throne
"And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly; and his sweat became like great drops of blood falling down to the ground." - Luke 22 : 44
"Why were you so different last term?" said Jill presently.
"A lot of queer things happened to me in the hols," said Eustace mysteriously.
"What sort of things?" asked Jill.
Eustace didn't say anything for quite a long time. Then he said:
"Look here, Pole, you and I hate this place about as much as anybody can hate anything, don't we?"
"I know I do," said Jill.
"Then I really think I can trust you."
"Dam' good of you," said Jill.
"Yes, but this is a really terrific secret. Pole, I say, are you good a believing things? I mean things that everyone here would laugh at?"
"I've never had the chance," Said Jill, "but I think I would be."
"Could you believe me if I said I'd been right out of the word - outside this world - last hols?"
"I wouldn't know what you meant."
"Well, don't let's bother about worlds then. Supposing I told you I'd been in a place where animals can talk and where there are - er - enhancements and dragons - and - well, all the sorts of things you have in fairy -tales." Scrubb felt terribly awkward as he said this and got red in the face.
"How would you get there?" said Jill. She also felt curiously shy.
"The only way you can - by Magic"
"I have now to ask, whether you can consent to part with your daughter early next spring, to see her no more in this world; whether you can consent to her departure, and her subjection to the hardships and sufferings of missionary life; whether you can consent to her exposure to the dangers of the ocean, to the fatal influence of the southern climate of India; to every kind of want and distress; to degradation, insult, persecution, and perhaps a violent death. Can you consent to all this, for the sake of him who left is heavenly home, and died for her and for you; for the sake of perishing, immortal souls; for the sake of Zion, and the glory of God? Can you consent to all this, in hope of soon meeting your daughter in the world of glory, with the crown of righteous, brightened with the acclamations of praise which shall redound to her Savior from the lost* saved, through her means, from eternal woe and despair?"He got married to Ann on Feb 5, 1812. He set assail with her to India on Feb 19, 1812. Ann bore Judson 3 children, all of whom died. When her second child died she wrote:
Our hearts were bound up with this child; we felt he was our earthly all, our only source of innocent recreation in this foreign* land. But God saw it was necessary to remind us of our error, and to strip us of our only little all. O, may it not be vain that he has done it. May we so improve it that he will stay his hand and say 'It is enough.'* Words changed to make more contextual sense. The word 'heathen' used is really not meant derogatorily. It is meant to imply people who do not share the same faith, but it is not used without love. People who do not love the heathen do not end up sacrificing their, theirs spouse's and their children's lives for them.
I have never had clarity; what I have always had is trust