Old, forgotten, mouldy 1961 volume. Sitting in the middle of a huge stack due for Salvation Army. For some reason, it caught my eye this blurry morning. Glanced at the contents page. Drawn in by one particular chapter. Bookmarked it. Set aside.
Mid-afternoon lull in unmerciful heat & humidity. What next? The chapter stared at me, and I at it. Ok, read it.
Amazing. I almost want to laminate the chapter.
Whole chunks of text seem to be addressed to me. Three Scripture references – all have surfaced in different ways in recent weeks, from sources not related to this book at all. In 13 pages, Catherine Marshall successfully hit on major aspects of my life. Specifically, aspects that are now being assailed.
“Faith is only worthy of the name when it erupts into action. Unlike George Müller, most of us can show few trophies won through faith. Were we to use the muscles of our legs as little as we do the muscles of our faith, most of us would be unable to stand.” – C. M.