“I was deeply moved by this prayer by a man named Walter Wilson, when he sold himself out to God: 'Lord, I give You this body of mine; from my head to my feet, I give it to You. My hands, my limbs, my eyes, my brain; all that I am inside and out, I hand over to You. Live in and through me whatever life You please. You may send this body to Africa, or lay it on a bed with cancer. You may blind my eyes, or send me with Your message to Tibet. You may take this body to the Eskimos, or send it to a hospital with pneumonia. This body of mine is Yours alone from this moment on.'
Oh Tashy, it’s so easy to sing, 'I’ll go where you want me to go', but what if that means He wants a little girl to become GYC president? Or a contented farmer’s wife to preach Christ on the streets of Bristow? Or what if an eager and (seemingly) brave young couple have to give up their first little one to the grip of malaria because God has called them to work in a place where disease often claims life. I might be willing to work half my life in Africa, but am I just as willing to have my sight removed if that best accomplishes His purposes in this world?
The exchanged life.
It is what I want to live, every day. Whatever it means...”And so with tears I thank the Giver and Sustainer of our lives: Thank you, precious Lord that our children count not their lives dear unto themselves (Acts 20:24) or too precious to risk while reaching the precious souls of simple people in far away lands, for whom Jesus came to live and die....
“According to my earnest expectation and my hope, that in nothing I shall be ashamed, but that with all boldness, as always, so now also Christ shall be magnified in my body, whether it be by life, or by death.” Phil. 1:20