We make calls out of our own spiritual consecration, but when we get right with God
He brushes all these aside, and rivets us with a pain that is terrific to one
thing we never dreamed of, and for one radiant, flashing moment we see what He
is after, and we say—“Here am I, send me.”
This call has nothing to do with personal sanctification, but with being made broken
bread and poured-out wine. God can never make us wine if we object to the
fingers He uses to crush us with. If God would only use His own fingers, and
make me broken bread and poured-out wine in a special way! But when He uses
someone whom we dislike, or some set of circumstances to which we said we would
never submit, and makes those the crushers, we object. We must never choose the
scene of our own martyrdom. If ever we are going to be made into wine, we will
have to be crushed; you cannot drink grapes. Grapes become wine only when they
have been squeezed.
[Oswald Chambers]
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Colossians 1:24 ... Who now rejoice in my sufferings for you, and fill up that which is behind of the afflictions of Christ in my flesh for his body's sake, which is the church:
John 15:2 ... Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit.
Isaiah 6:8 ... Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me.❤
