November 3

"And these signs shall follow them that believe."—Mark 16:17.

I FEAR that I neither expect great things from God nor attempt great things for Him. I am "altered and worn and weak and full of tears," when I should be more than a conqueror through Him who loved and loves me.

In His Name I should cast out devils—the demons of sin, of selfishness, of pride, of worldliness—from my own heart and from the hearts of others. Jesus in me ought to bruise Satan under His feet to-day.

And in His Name I should speak with new tongues—voices of testimony, whispers of comfort, messages of instruction, accents of warning, assurances of hope. Jesus in me ought to publish His good tidings still.

And in His Name I should take up serpents, and, if I drink any deadly thing, it ought not to hurt me. For Christ's servant is undying until his work is done. Christ's soldier is the "happy warrior" who moves through fear and pain, and receives no harm thereby.

And in His Name I should lay hands on the sick, and they should recover. Those quiet, cooling, rest-giving, healing hands—how I covet them as mine! But, instead, my touch is feverish, and I only inflame and intensify the malady I seek to cure.

To-day I shall ask a simpler faith in Jesus—the faith which makes His Presence and His Spirit the most real of all realities; the faith which these signs are sure to follow. For I err greatly if I suppose that the age of miracles is over and gone. All things are possible to him that believeth, though he lives in this far-off autumn of the Church's year and not in its young and blossoming spring. My Lord waits and longs to do His greater works through me.

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