“I would have gone: God bade me stay;
I would have worked: God bade me rest.
He broke my will from day to day,
He read my yearnings unexpressed,
And said them nay.
“Now I would stay; God bids me go;
Now I would rest: God bids me work.
He breaks my heart tossed to and fro,
My soul is wrung with doubts that lurk
And vex me so.
“I go, Lord, where Thou sendest me;
Day after day I plod and moil;
But, Christ my God, when will it be
That I may let alone my toil,
And rest with Thee?”
We are all sent from God. At least we are unless we refuse to be sent. We are ready enough to admit that certain persons have been sent. For example, the Baptist. “There came a man, sent from God, whose name was John.” Yes, some one says, but he was only one man, and he had a unique mission. He came specifically to herald the Messiah. Then there were the apostles, too — they were sent by the Master. The name apostle means “sent.” Yes, but there were only twelve of them, and they were Christ’s personal friends, whom He had specially trained. It is easy to understand that they were sent by their Master. But our case is different. We belong to a great uncounted throng. Can it be that we are sent from God, that each one of us is sent?
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