Sunday, November 30, 2008

Quotes from C. T. Studd in Africa

A framed verse from Rev. Webb Peploe's vestry:

"I'll preach as though I ne'er shall preach again,
And as a dying man to dying men."

- C. T. Studd Cricketer and Pioneer p.158

"Had I cared for the comments of people, I should never have been a missionary."

"As Michaiah said, 'The word that God gives me to speak I shall speak,' so also the work that God fives me to do I shall strive to accomplish or die in the attempt."

- p.166

"Cursed is he that trusteth in man" does not make a very good pillow for a dying man, but there is much comfort in the other one, "Blessed is he that Trusteth in the Lord."

- p.167

 Sometimes I feel, and especially of late, that my cross is heavy beyond endurance, and I fear I often fell like fainting under it, but I hope to go on and not faint. My heart seems worn out and bruised beyond repair, and in my deep loneliness I often wish to be gone, but God knows best, and I want to do every ounce of work He wants me to do.

- p.184

"Don't go into the study to prepare a sermon -- that's nonsense. Go into your study to God and get so fiery that your tongue is like a burning coal and you have got to speak."

- p.190

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Trusting God - C. T. Studd

Describes battle with African fever, Studd writes:

"Here I was permitted to sample the African fever so frequently as to know it by hear, but without any increase of affection. It was like being repeatedly ducked by the devil, and once I though hae ducked me too much. But as each time on coming up on spluttered out, "Sold again, old chap" he finally got so annoyed that he went and sat down in the sulks and left us alone. That big ducking was an ugly affair: the fever mounted, the weakness increased, all the medicines had failed, and the time for disappearing seemed to have arrived: the darkest hour brought a brilliant flash of memory: "Is any sick let him call for the elders of the Church and let them anoint him with oil," etc.

 Thank God for the saving sense of humor; there was but one elder and he was in his twentieth year; no matter, "One day is as a thousand years." But where was the oil? Neither salad, olive, or even linseed oil did we possess.' What's the matter with lamp oil? What, kerosene? Why not? It is oil, and that is all the Book says, and we cannot afford to be narrow-minded. The elder brought in the lamp oil, dipped his finger, anointed my forehead, and then knelt down and prayed. How God did it I don't know, nor do I care; but this I knew next morning, that whereas I was sick, nigh unto death, now I was healed.

We CAN trust Him too little, but we CANNOT trust God too much!" 

-C. T. Studd Cricketer and Pioneer, p.129, 130

Thursday, November 27, 2008

The God of the Impossible - C. T. Studd

But all this work was carried on against tremendous odds. Not only in India, but for some years previously, C.T. had been a martyr to asthma. He hardly slept except between 2 and 4 a.m. Night after night he was sitting up in a chair fighting for his breath. "Charlie is a wreck," wrote rs. C.T., "and almost the slightest movement brings on asthma." Yet this was the man who by faith stepped out later into the heart of Africa and lived there for eighteen years. No wonder even his own wife was opposed at first. No wonder afterwards her favourite phrase was "The God of the Impossible."

-C. T. Studd Cricketer and Pioneer, p.103

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