“Nov. 2 1915. Hugh Jones, mine host, brought in a doctor, who forbade me to go out and speak that evening, and said that I must go home at once. I laughed and spoke for an hour and a half; next day Canarvon two hours; then Bangor three meetings, and then Aberystwyth. Oh, these train journeys! So slow and so cold, but God is always there.
“There are more than twice as many Christians uniformed officers at home among peaceful Britain’s 40 million evangelized inhabitants, than the whole number of Christ’s forces fighting at the front among 1,200 million heathen! And yet such call themselves soldiers of Christ! What do the angels call them, I wonder? The ‘Lets-save-Britain-first’ brigade are in the succession of the ‘I-pray-thee-have-me-excused’ apostles.
“Christ’s call is to feed the hungry, not the full; to save the lost, not the stiff-necked; not to call the scoffers, but sinners to repentance; not to build and furnish comfortable chapels, churches, and cathedrals at home in which to rock the Christian professors to sleep by means of clever essays, stereotyped prayers and artistic musical performances, but to raise living churches of souls among the destitute, to capture men from the devil’s clutches and snatch them from the very jaws of hell, to enlist and train them for Jesus, and make them into and Almighty Army of God. But this can only be accomplished by a red-hot, unconventional, unfettered Holy Ghost religion, where neither Church nor State, neither man nor traditions worshipped or preached, but Christ and Him crucified. Not to confess Christ by fancy collars, clothes, silver crosiers or gold watch-chain crosses, church steeples or richly embroidered altar-cloths, but by reckless sacrifice and heroism in the foremost trenches.
“When in hand-to-hand conflict with the world and the devil, neat little biblical confectionery is like shooting lions with a pea-shooter; one needs a man who will let himself go and deliver blows right and left as hard as he can hit, thrusting in the Holy Ghost. It’s experience, not preaching, that hurts the devil and confounds the world, because unanswerable; the training is not that of the schools, but of the market; it’s the hot, free heart and not the balanced head that knocks the devil out. Nothing but forked-lighting Christians will count. A lost reputation is the best degree for Christ’s service.
“I am more than ever determined that no ring nor limit shall be placed around us, other than that of our Lord Himself, To the uttermost parts,’ ‘To every creature.’ I belong and will ever belong to ‘The Great God’ party. I will have nought to do with ‘The Little God’ party.
“The difficulty is to believe that He can design to use such scallywags as us, but of course He wants Faith and Fools rather than talents and culture. All God wants is a heart, any old turnip will do for a head; so long as we are empty, all is well for then He fills with the Holy Ghost.
“The fiery baptism of the Holy Ghost will change soft, sleek Christians into hot, lively heroes for Christ, who will advance and fight and die, but not mark time. Let us race to heaven; an accident means dashing into the arms of Jesus—such accidents are God’s choicest blessings. Don’t be a luggage train.
“Fools would ‘cut’ the devil, pretending they do not see him; others erect a tablet over his supposed grave. Be wise; don’t cut nor bury him; kill him with the bayonet of evangelism.
“Hugh Latimer was an inextinguishable candle; the devil lit him, and ever since has been kicking himself for his folly. Won’t someone else tempt the devil to make a fool of himself again?
“Nail the colours to the mast! That is the right thing to do, and, therefore, that is what we must do, and do it now. What colours? The colours of Christ, the work He has given us to do—the evangelization of all the unevangelized. Christ wants not nibblers of the possible, but grabbers of the impossible, by faith in the omnipotence, fidelity and wisdom of the Almighty Saviour Who gave the command. Is there a wall in our path? By our God we will leap over it! Are there lions and scorpions in our way? We will trample them under our feet! Does a mountain bar our progress? Saying, ‘Be thou removed and cast into the sea,’ we will march on. Soldiers of Jesus, never surrender! Nail the colours to the mast!
“Such as look to Jesus become grasshoppers in their own sight, but giants in the estimation of the devil.
“‘Follow Me,’ says Jesus. ‘I will,’ we reply, yet somehow forget that Christ pleased not Himself, deliberately made Himself poor to save others and became the first foreign missionary. We all pray to be like Jesus, yet refuse to pay the price. How can Dives be like Jesus?
“The crumbs of Dives are not a dainty dish to set before King Jesus. Try ‘cake’ for a change, and don’t forget to put all you’ve got into it.
“‘But what if C.T. dies?’ This frequent and foolish question must have its answer. Here it is from C.T. himself, ‘We will all shout Hallelujah. The world will have lost its biggest fool, and with one fool less to handicap Him, God will do greater wonders still. There shall be no funeral, no wreaths, crape, nor tears, not even the Dead March. Congratulations all round will take place. “And I, if I be offered up, rejoice and congratulate you; do ye also rejoice and congratulate me.”—Phil. 2:17 and 18 (Lightfoot’s Translation). The Wedding March, by special request. Our God will still be alive and nothing else matters. The first Heart of Africa Mission funeral will take place when God dies, but as that will not be ‘til after eternity, cheer up all. Forward! Every man straight before him. Hallelujah! ‘To die is gain.’
“Some wish to live within the sound
Of Church or Chapel bell,
I want to run a Rescue Shop
Within a yard of hell.”
-C.T. Studd, missionary to China, India, and Africa during the late 1800s and early 1900s, an excerpt from his journal.
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