Quiet Talks with World Winners

S. D. (Samuel Dickey) Gordon

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• Publié le: 08 décembre 2010
• Nombre de lectures: 14
• Langue: English

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Project Gutenberg's Quiet Talks with World Winners, by S. D. Gordon This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net Title: Quiet Talks with World Winners Author: S. D. Gordon Release Date: July 1, 2004 [EBook #12799] Language: English Character set encoding: UTF-8 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK QUIET TALKS WITH WORLD WINNERS *** Produced by Distributed Proofreaders QUIET TALKS WITH WORLD WINNERS BY S. D. GORDON AUTHOR OF "QUIET TALKS ON POWER," "QUIET TALKS ABOUT JESUS," "QUIET TALKS ON PERSONAL PROBLEMS," ETC. N EW YORK C HICAGO TORONTO FLEMING H. R EVELL C OMPANY LONDON AND EDINBURGH 1908, by A. C. Armstrong & Son Copyright transferred, 1910, to Fleming H. Revell Company CONTENTS I. World-winning 1. The Master Passion 2. The Master's Plan 3. The Need 4. The Present Opportunity 5. The Pressing Emergency 6. The Past Failure 7. The Coming Victory II. Winning Forces 1. The Church 2. Each One of Us 3. Jesus 4. The Holy Spirit 5. Prayer 6. Money 7. Sacrifice THE MASTER PASSION The Earliest Calvary Picture. The Love Passion. Mother-love. The Genesis Picture. God Giving Himself. God's Fellow. The Genesis Water-mark. A Human Picture of God. On a Wooing Errand. Jesus' World-passion. THE MASTER PASSION THE EARLIEST CALVARY PICTURE. There's a great passion burning in the heart of God. It is tenderly warm and tenaciously strong. Its fires never burn low, nor lose their fine glow. That passion is to win man back home again. The whole world of man is included in its warm, eager reach. The old home hearth-fire of God is lonely since man went away. The family circle is broken. God will not rest until that old home circle is complete again, and every voice joining in the home songs. It is an overmastering passion, the overmastering passion of God's heart. It has guided and controlled all His thoughts and plans for man from the first. The purpose of winning man, and the whole race, back again is the dominant gripping passion of God's heart today. Everything is made to bend to this one end. When Eden's tragedy came so early, to darken the pages of this old Book, and, far worse, to darken the pages of human life, there is a great glimpse of this passion of God's heart in the guarding of those Eden gates. The presence of the angels with their sword of flame told plainly of a day when man would be coming back again to the old Eden home of God. The place must be carefully guarded for him. This is a love passion, a passion of love. And love itself is the master passion both of the human heart and of God's heart. Nothing can grip and fill and sway the heart either of man or God like that. We would all easily agree that the greatest picture of God's marvellous, overmastering passion of love is seen in the cross. All men as they have come to know that story have stood with heads bowed and bared before the love revealed there. They have not understood it. They have quarrelled about its meaning. But they have acknowledged its love and power as beyond that of any other story or picture. However men may differ as to why Jesus died, and how His dying affects us, they all agree that the scene of the cross is the greatest revelation of love ever known or ever shown. All theories of the atonement seem to be lost sight of in one thought of grateful acknowledgment of a stupendous love, as men are drawn together by the magnetism of the hill-top of Calvary. But there is a wondrously clear foreshadowing of that tremendous cross scene in the earliest page of this old Book. Nowhere is love, God's passion of love, made to stand out more distinctly and vividly than in the first chapter of Genesis. The after-scene of the cross uses intenser coloring; the blacks are inkier in their blackness; the reds deeper and redder; the contrasts sharper to the startling-point; yet there is nothing in the cross chapters of the Gospels not included fully in this first leaf of revelation. But it has taken the light of the cross to open our eyes to see how much is plainly there. Let us look at it a bit. THE LOVE PASSION. What is this greatest of passions called love? There is no word harder to get a satisfactory definition of. Because, whatever you say about it, there comes quickly to your mind some one who loves you, or you think of the passion that burns in your own heart for some one. And, as you think of that, no words that anybody may use seem at all strong enough, or tender enough, to tell what love is, as you know it in your own inner heart. Yet I think this much can be said--love is the tender, strong outgoing of your whole being to another. It is a passion burning like a fire within you, a soft-burning but intense fire within you, for some other one. Every mention of that name stirs the flame into new burning. Every passing or lingering thought of him or her is like fresh air making the flames leap up more eagerly. And each personal contact is a clearing out of all the ashes, and a turning on of all the draughts, to feed new oxygen for stronger, fresher burning. There are many other things that seem like love. Kindliness and friendliness, and even intenser emotions, use love's name for themselves. But though these have likenesses to love, they are not love. They have caught something of its warm glow. A bit of the high coloring of its flames plays on them. But they are not the real thing, only distant kinsfolk. The severe tests of life quickly reveal their lack. Love itself is really an aristocrat. It allows very, very few into its inner circle, often only one. The real thing of love is never selfish. Now we know very well that in the thick of life the fine gold of love gets mixed up with the baser metals. It is very often overlaid, and shot through with much that is mean and low. Rank selfishness, both the coarse kind and the refined, cultured sort, seeks a hiding-place under its cloak. But the stuff mixed in it is not love, but a defiling of it. That is a bit of the slander it