This morning, I made some more progress in Hudson Taylor's Spiritual Secret (written by Howard and Geraldine Taylor, revised by Gwen Hanna) and came across this quote on page 84:
In great spiritual agony, I wandered out on the sands alone. And there the Lord conquered my unbelief, and I surrendered myself to God for this service. I told him that all the responsibility as to the issues and consequences must rest with him; that as his servant it was mine to obey and to follow him, his to direct, care for and guide me and those who might labor with me. Need I say that at once peace flowed into my burdened heart?
Hudson Taylor vocalizes this moment too well.
At this point in the story, he's currently doing some translation work in China, but desires aide for more missions work. For a while, he cannot see the power that will provide people who will come and stay. But as he contemplates the million a month who are dying without God, he prays. And then, the Spirit gives him peace.
I completely attest to the fact that the Holy Spirit does bring peace in this way. (Haha though my experience is not as intense as Taylor's because he was in China and praying for thousands, while I was in the comfort of Ithaca.)
Recently, I was praying for some younger friends who have been looking for Him. (I'll be vague here to maintain a level of privacy.) One of these friends asked me about going to a Christian event. As he became increasingly uncertain, I felt increasing agony. The Spirit said, "Ah man. My boy has just slipped out of my hands." But He didn't stop there because God is so powerful, and so patient. Because immediately afterwards, He said, "Don't worry. I'll take care of this and he'll come to me."
But I wasn't fully convinced, and God was still sad that my friend did not know Him. As I prayed more, I felt an increasing sadness, and cried... a cry that did not come from my heart, but from the Spirit. The power of this cry was enormous, far greater than I could understand or think to call my own. My soul yelled to Jesus, "Reveal Yourself to him!!! Let this child's journey glorify You! I will do anything, or nothing, whatever you ask. If I am to do nothing, I ask that the other Christians in his life would encourage him to walk after you. If it takes years, I know you are just writing this beautiful story in a way I cannot see. But God, please, please, please... let him know You."
As I washed away my tears and stepped away from the sink... so quickly, before I had noticed a change, the Spirit brought complete peace. This absence of worry was not numbness, but was healthy contentment. So I knew: God is in control.
My soul rested.
On another note, today marks the second time I've emailed back and forth with a stranger and by the third or so email they call me Kevin... which is actually my little brother's name! Happy birthday again, little one.
