It did not take much to get me into the Kingdom. Not much to have me partaking of the glory. Just a glimpse, as a seven year-old child, of the price that He paid – of the blood trickling down his face. ‘What? Was it for me? Did he suffer all this for so poor a creature as me?’ As one condemned man said in astonishment listening to Charles Wesley describe one who had come down from heaven to save sinners, who had suffered sorrows, agony and death. And I have spent a lifetime so far enjoying and just sampling the delights of the heavenly table.
There is so much more.
Perhaps the church diverts onto other topics, onto authority, creationism, homosexuality, onto the wonders of the natural world, onto historical matters, because she is worried that we will run out of Christ. That we will not have enough to talk about, not enough food, not enough to drink, in the person and work of Jesus. But fear not, church! Drink deep, and continue to drink. There will continue to be water for all. There will continue to be food for all of us in the work of the Saviour on the cross, in the power of his resurrection life.
Just one touch from Him will change a life forever. Just one touch can change a nation, and change the world. God has opened a door, when he sent his darling son down, which no one can ever shut. Just you try! Just try to stop the kingdom from spreading. The pace at which God is building His church is fearsomely fast in some countries in the world. When He adopted you into his family, he gave you a priceless engagement ring, the Holy Spirit. That rock on your finger shows everyone that you are someone special. You have been given secrets, and those secrets belong to your children too. You are part of a holy tribe. This was no mistake.
I have been enjoying these words:
See how great a flame aspires,
Kindled by a spark of grace!
Jesu’s love the nations fires,
Sets the kingdoms on a blaze;
To bring fire on earth he came;
Kindled in some hearts it is;
Oh, that all might catch the flame,
All partake the glorious bliss!
When he first the work begun,
Small and feeble was his day;
Now the word doth swiftly run,
Now it wins its widening way;
More and more it spreads and grows,
Ever mighty to prevail;
Sin’s strongholds it now o’erthrows,
Shakes the trembling gates of hell.
Saw ye not the cloud arise,
Little as a human hand?
Now it spreads along the skies,
Hangs o’er all the thirsty land;
Lo! the promise of a shower
Drops already from above;
But the Lord will shortly pour
All the Spirit of his love!