The Slaying of Self

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Amy Carmichael

“I wish thy way.
And when in me myself should rise,
and long for something otherwise,
Then Lord, take sword and spear
And slay.”~Amy Carmichael

Are you willing to take things this far?  When it comes to self-denial, will you say, “Lord, it is rising up again!  Kill it, sever it–whatever pain I may have to experience”.

I have experienced this demand for the snuffing out of self more this past year than ever.  More avenues than I thought existed have arisen in myself…roads leading to what I want, with perhaps only a backward glance at the perfect will of God as I know it in His Word.  Day by day struggles, hour by hour, minute by minute…even second to fleeting second.  As we draw closer to the Lord and seek His Word, our sensibilities to these self-barrages are heightened to a deafening crescendo.  I plug my ears, as Pilgrim did, and run from my sinful self-destructiveness crying, “Life!  Life!  Eternal life!”

God has been so good.  As I have fled myself, He has never let me wander.  He has given specific direction: “This is the way, walk ye in it.”  I love Him.  He does not leave me alone:

I’ve seen the lightning flashing, I’ve heard the thunder roll.
I’ve felt sin’s breakers dashing, which almost conquered my soul.
I’ve heard the voice of my Savior, bidding me still to fight on.
He promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone!

No, never alone, no never alone,
He promised never to leave me,
He’ll claim me for His own;
No, never alone, no never alone.
He promised never to leave me,
Never to leave me alone.

The world’s fierce winds are blowing, temptation sharp and keen.
I have a peace in knowing my Savior stands between-
He stands to shield me from danger when my friends are all gone.
He promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone!

When in affliction’s valley I tread the road of care,
My Savior helps me carry the cross so heavy to bear;
Though all around me is darkness, earthly joys all flown;
My Savior whispers His promise, never to leave me alone!

He died on Calvary’s mountain, for me they piercèd His side.
For me He opened that fountain, the crimson, cleansing tide.
For me He waiteth in glory, seated upon His throne.
He promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone!–Ludie D. Pickett, 1897


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