06.34. Submission

Submission
"Take my yoke upon you."
Matthew 11:29

There is rest in the blessed yoke
That knows no will but His;
That learns from His path, and
the words He spoke,
What that loving patience is!

Thirty-Fourth Week All power and real effective service will be found to spring from entire submission.

Circumstances would not trouble if they did not find something in us contrary to God; they would rustle by as the wind.

Until the will has been crushed in the presence of the majesty of God, there cannot be a right state before God.

There is nothing that forms the heart, breaking down the will in us, like the delight that we have in Christ in fellowship with the Father.

Whenever I act in my own will in anything, I am wronging God of His own title through the blood of Christ. The breaking of the will is a great means of opening the understanding.

It is only when the will mixes itself up with the sorrow that there is any bitterness in it, or a pain in which Christ is not.

"So it seemed good in thy sight" was the hinge of the Lord’s comfort.

Liberty of will is just slavery to the devil.

We want our hearts to get right; we want our wills broken down; if we go to look at Christ as . . . presented to us in Gethsemane, can we seek to satisfy the will now?

There is a wonderful difference between a soul . . . whose will has been broken and made subject, and one which, while seeking to do right, does it according to its own will.

If the soul walks with God, it is not hard, but it is submissive; and there is no softer spirit, nor one which is more susceptible of every feeling than submission; but then it takes the will out of the affections without destroying them, and that is very precious.

God is full of mercy and has compassion on us and on our weakness. He is tender and pitiful in His ways; but if we are determined to follow our own will, He knows how to break it. . . . The worst of all chastening is that He should leave us to follow our own ways.

He (the Lord Jesus Christ) takes the sorrows of human nature — weariness, hunger; but with a heart that never was weary when a service of love was to be performed. . . . It is most sweet and blessed to see it, and to see He had no will of His own in it. When they tell Him, "He whom thou lovest is sick," we should have thought He would have started off at once. No, He abode two days still where He was, He had no commandment from His Father. We see it was to shew His Godhead. Still, as a servant, He had no word, and He did not stir. It seemed very hard. His home, if He had one on earth, was that house at Bethany. You never find Him going out of the place of a servant, and a never was anything but the perfection of love in it.