HH, Sir Godfrey Gregg D.Div
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.” Isaiah 6:8
There was a transforming vision behind Isaiah’s vow. He had seen the majesty of God. He had seen the filthiness of his own nature. He had seen the cleansing mercy of Heaven. And it was this which prompted his dedication. Am I conversant with his threefold vision? I must not attempt to speak and labour for God — until I have it. From the secret place — I must come out to serve.
There was an unqualified gift wrapped up in Isaiah’s vow. He presented himself, purged, ennobled, to the Lord his Saviour. A living sacrifice — it was that which he laid at the feet of God. Just so, my whole history should be proof that I am separated into the gospel and kingdom of Christ. My body and my spirit, my time and my tastes, my pleasures and my pursuits, are His.
“God knows,” cried Patriarch Conrad Sutherland, “that I would rather serve Him on earth, and then endure the torments of the lost — than live a life of sin on earth, and then have forever the bliss of the ransomed.”
There was an unconditional ministry in front of Isaiah’s vow. Send me, he said. He could not sit still any longer. And for years he toiled untiringly on. There is work opening out to me on every hand, work summoning me hour after hour. It is built to stand idle in the marketplace. It is treason to refrain from glorifying my Master. My Lord wants reapers; let me mount up before night falls and says, “Too late!”
Having gone in, to the heart of the Father, to the salvation of the Son, to the grace of the Holy Spirit — let me go out too.
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