This post is an excerpt from Climbing by Rosalind Goforth.
Christ in you, the hope of glory. – Col. 1:27
We had been but a short time at the Rest Home when a friend
carried me off, insisting that I needed a rest. She took me to Niagara-on-the-Lake,
where a Bible conference was being held. There I found myself in a beautiful
hotel room with my friends nearby. The following morning, we gathered under
some trees by the auditorium, before the meeting. The scenery was wonderful to
me after poor, dried-up China. Through the trees could be glimpsed the
beautiful Niagara River flowing down till it entered the lake. Begging my
friends to leave me there, I gave myself to the exquisite enjoyment of my
surroundings.
A short time passed. Suddenly there came an impelling to
enter the auditorium. I obeyed, but the place being full, I walked forward and
finally found a seat immediately in front of the pulpit. The speaker was just
beginning his address. He was a stranger, but from almost his first sentence
his message gripped me.
He drew simply but vividly, first a picture of an ordinary,
all too common Christian life. If he had drawn the picture from my everyday
life experience, he could not have given it other than he did. Sometimes on the
mountain-top with visions of God and His mighty power; then the sagging, the
dimming of vision, coldness, discouragement, even definite disobedience and a
time of down-grade experience. Again, through some sorrow or trial, there would
come a return and seeking of the Lord, with again the higher Christian
experiences. In a word, an up and down life of intermingled victory and defeat.
The speaker then asked all who truly sought for God’s
highest and best, yet who knew the picture he had drawn was true of their
Christian life and experience, to hold up their hands. Being in the front seat
and realizing many behind knew who I was, and that they thought of me as a
“good missionary,” I kept my hand down. It was too humiliating to acknowledge
that picture as representing me! But the Spirit of God strove with me. “If you
keep your hand down you are a hypocrite! If you truly want God’s best, humble
yourself.” So up went my hand.
Then the speaker drew another picture: it was the Christian
life as God had not only planned it for His children, but had made abundant
provision for their living it. He described it as a life of Victory, not
defeat, of peace and trust, not struggle and worry. All through his address, I
kept thinking, “Yes, it’s wonderful, but I’ve tried so often and failed, I
doubt if it is possible.” Then the speaker ended by urging us to go over the
texts listed on a slip of paper to be given free at the close of the meeting.
He emphasized the importance of standing on God’s Word.
The following morning, I rose early, as soon as it was light
enough to see. On my knees, I read from the list I have mentioned, all the
texts given. But before I had gone half way down the list, I saw clearly God’s
Word taught, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that the overcoming, victorious life
in Christ is the normal life God has planned for His children. In the two days
that followed, clearer light came, with dawning hope that this life might be
possible for me.
The day after reaching home, I picked up the little booklet,
The Life That Wins, and, going to my son’s bedside, I asked him to allow
me to read the booklet aloud, as it was the personal testimony of Charles G.
Trumbull, editor of the “Sunday School Times,” the man who had been a great
blessing to me at the conference.
As I began to read, quite a number gathered around,
listening with deep interest. I read on till I came to the words: “At last I
realized that Jesus Christ was actually and literally within me.” I stopped
amazed. The sun seemed suddenly to come from under a cloud and flood my soul
with light! How blind I had been! I saw as in a flash the secret of victory. It
was just Jesus Christ Himself!
But the thought of victory was for the moment lost sight of
in the inexpressible joy of the new vision and realization of Christ.
For days, I seemed as if in a dream. Fearing lest I be, as
it were, “carried off my feet,” by what had come to me, I determined to seek
the advice of one, who had for many years been our beloved and honored foreign
missionary secretary. Rev. Dr. R. P. McKay listened sympathetically while I
told all. I ended by saying, “Do you think I am going too far in this? I have
just sent off to missionaries in China fifty copies of the booklet, The Life
That Wins.”
Dr. McKay smiled as he replied, “No, Mrs. Goforth, for I
have just sent out to ministers and others several hundred copies of the same
booklet.”
Then he gravely added: “Mrs. Goforth, I am amazed; amazed
that you have only now come to apprehend this truth of Christ’s indwelling. You
have been the wife of Jonathan Goforth for many years. His messages were aglow
with this truth. It is the Holy of Holies of our Christian Faith.”
“Yes, Dr. McKay,” I replied humbly, “I begin to realize this
and wonder at my blindness. One sentence my husband so often uses has come back
to me these days: All the resources of the Godhead are at our disposal!”
– Rosalind Goforth, Climbing
The Life that Wins is still in print under the title Victory in Christ. The author, Charles G. Trumbull, is the grandfather of Elisabeth
Elliot and the son of Henry Clay Trumbull, an evangelist in the Civil War and
author of Taking Men Alive.
“His divine power has given us everything we need for life
and godliness through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and
goodness” (2 Peter 1:3).
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