I am the Lord, that is My Name, and My Glory will I not give to another, neither My praise to graven images.
But the men He made to glorify Him take His Glory from Him, give it to another; that, the sin of it, the shame, calls with a low, deep under-call through all the other calls. Gods Glory is being given to another. Do we love Him enough to care? Or do we measure our private cost, if these distant souls are to be won, and, finding it considerable, cease to think or care? Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Behold and seeThey took Jesus and led Him away. And He, bearing His cross, went forth into a place called the place of a skull . . . where they crucified Him. . . . Herein is love. . . . God so loved the world. . . . Have we petrified past feeling? Can we stand and measure now? I know that only the Spirit, Who counted every drop that fell from the torn brow of Christ as dearer than all the jeweled gates of Paradise, can lift the Church out of her appreciation of the world, the world as it appeals to her own selfish lusts, into an appreciation of the world as it appeals to the heart of God. O Spirit, come and lift us into this love, inspire us by this love. Let us look at the vision of the Glory of our God with eyes that have looked at His love!
We would not base a single plea on anything weaker than solid fact. Sentiment will not stand the strain of the real tug of war; but is it fact, or is it not, that Jesus counted you and me, and the other people in the world, actually worth dying for? If it is true, then do we love Him well enough to care with the whole strength of our being, that today, almost all over the world, His Glory is being given to another? If this does not move us, is it because we do not love Him very much, or is it that we have never prayed with honest desire, as Moses prayed, I beseech Thee, show me Thy Glory? He only saw a little of it. Behold there is a place by Me, and thou shalt stand upon a rock: and it shall come to pass, while My Glory passeth by, that I will put thee in a cleft of the rock, and will cover thee with My hand while I pass by. And the Glory of the Lord passed, and Moses was aware of something of it as it passed, but My face shall not be seen, And yet that little was enough to mark him out as one who lived for one purpose, shone in the light of it, burned with the fire of ithe was jealous for the Glory of his God.
And weWe beheld His Glory, the Glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth; and wewe have seen the light of the knowledge of the Glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
While My Glory passeth by I will . . . cover thee . . . My face shall not be seen. But we all with open face, reflecting, as in a mirror, the Glory of the Lord, are changedAre we? Do we? Do we know anything at all about it? Have we ever apprehended this for which we are apprehended of Christ Jesus? Have we seen the Heavenly Vision that breaks us down, and humbles us to hear the Voice of the Lord ask, Who will go for Us? and strengthens us to answer, Here am I, send me, and holds us on to obey if we hear Him saying Go?
I beseech Thee, show me Thy Glory! Shall we pray it, meaning it now, to the very uttermost? The uttermost may hold hard things, but, easy or hard, there is no other way to reach the place where our lives can receive an impetus, which will make them tell for eternity. The motive power is the love of Christ. Not our love for Him only, but His very love itself. It was the mighty, resistless flow of that glorious love that made the first missionary pour himself forth on the sacrifice and service. And the joy of it rings through triumphantly, Yea, and if I be poured forth . . . I joy and rejoice with you all!
Yes, Gods Glory is our plea, highest, strongest, most impelling and enduring of all pleas. But oh, by the thought of the myriads who are passing, by the thought of the Coming of the Lord, by the infinite realities of life and death, heaven and hell, by our Saviors cross and Passion, we plead with all those who love Him, but who have not considered these things yet, consider them now!
Let Him show us the vision of the Glory, and bring us to the very end of self, let Him touch our lips with the live coal, and set us on fire to burn for Him, yea, burn with consuming love for Him, and a purpose none can turn us from, and a passion like a pure white flame, a passion for the Glory of God!
Oh, may this passion consume us! Burn the self out of us, burn the love into usfor Gods Glory we ask it, Amen.
Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honor, and glory, and blessing . . . Blessing, and honor, and glory, and power be unto Him.
SI Moderator - Greg Gordon