Margaret Barber #314

“Wrecked Outright” by M. E. Barber
#314 in Songs and Hymns of Life

Margaret Emma Barber (1866-1930), perhaps best known for her mentorship of Watchman Nee, wrote many hymns that are on a higher plane than the average song. Her hymns express absolute consecration, longsuffering in trials, fighting spiritual battles with faith, and of union with Christ. They are precious, arresting and, unfortunately, not well known among Christians today.

“Wrecked Outright” is one of several of her poems that are very biographical. This hymn begins each verse with the slogan, “Wrecked outright.” In some verses, she laments that her life is “wrecked.” Elsewhere, we may wonder if her drastic way of life caused others to consider her a “wreck.” In the end, her “wreck” is in God’s faithful hands.

“Wrecked Outright” follows the analogy of a ship sailing the ocean throughout all four verses. From where Barber lived, on a mountain side overlooking the city’s shipping harbor, she often saw large ocean liners coming and going. Upon seeing a ship hobble its way to port after being damaged by many nights on the stormy seas, she felt herself “wrecked” like this boat.

The train of thought in this hymn can be hard to follow the first time through. I recommend reading it before singing. After singing it through, you can follow my comments interspersed throughout the verses. You can sing with a recording here.

Verse 1
“Wrecked outright on Jesus’ breast”:
Only “wrecked” souls thus can sing;
Little boats that hug the shore,
Fearing what the storm may bring,
Never find on Jesus’ breast,
All that “wrecked” souls mean by rest.

This summarizes the song. She had become a wrecked soul. But her ship ran aground not on the rocks of selfish ambition or unrighteous living, but upon the heart of Jesus. His love captured her, wrecked her future, and brought her into the divine providence of resting in His service. Others didn’t understand her decisions, her way of life, or why she would not let herself do things that were so common among other missionaries. But she describes these other ways as a little boat, hugging the shore, afraid to go out into the wider waters of the Father’s purpose.

Verse 2
“Wrecked outright!” So we lament;
But when storms have done their worst,
Then the soul, surviving all,
In Eternal arms is nursed;
There to find that nought can move
One, embosomed in such love.

M. E. Barber served the Lord in China twice. First in 1896, she was sent out by the Church of England to their mission in Fuzhou, China. There she enjoyed preaching the gospel, village by village, and teaching many young women in the Anglican schools amidst a large, well-funded work with sufficient western-style houses and facilities. After her abrupt departure in 1907, apparently due to crumbling relations and political jockeying among the leading women missionaries, she felt called by the Lord to return in 1909 as an independent servant of the Lord. She returned as an older, single missionary, with no backing mission, no guarantee of funding, and little concern or support from others. 

The first two years back were especially hard. There was misunderstanding on all sides. Other foreign missionaries heard rumors that she was poor and barely had food. The villagers to whom she shared the gospel were suspicious of such a strange type of foreigner—unaffiliated, unmarried, etc. Here is perhaps where her heart may have broke down to lament the “wreck” she had made of herself. Was she wrong? Had she misunderstood the Lord? Why was her life so hard? In these questions, she wrote other hymns we will study together, and her deep realization of being nursed and embosomed in such Eternal love amidst such hardships may have been a seed of her deep impact and fruitfulness in later years. 

Verse 3
“Wrecked outright!” No more to own
E’en a craft to sail the sea;
Still a voyager, yet now
Anchored to Infinity;
Nothing left to do but fling
Care aside, and simply cling.

Oh, the joyful irony of the Servant of the Lord, abandoned unto God alone! Rich in all things, possessing all things (2 Corinthians 6:10), never without food and shelter yet never secure in the eyes of the world. She was often down to her last dollar, receiving money from prayerful hearts just as all hope might have been lost. Yet, she continued to live in rural China, able to support a work with many natives quitting school and jobs to serve the Lord under her care and training, all by her prayer of faith. This surely is the irony of a wrecked soul—no longer able even to own a ship, yet somehow still living the life of a voyager.

Verse 4
“Wrecked outright!” ’Twas purest gain,
Henceforth other craft can see
That the storm may be a boon,
That, however rough the sea,
God Himself doth watchful stand,
For the “wreck” is in His hand.

God Himself doth watchful stand, for the “wreck” is in His hand.

Finally we see the victory of such a life, wrecked outright on Jesus’ breast. It surely is best to abandon ourselves to the Lord’s will. Others may misunderstand and mourn how we have wrecked our promising career or a secure future, but while those others remained by the shores of faith, the wrecked soul, caught up in the rough sea of the storm, ends up in a boon! 

“Boon” is my favorite word in this hymn. It means, “a timely benefit.” (1) To most others, this storm seemed ominous and caused the little boats in verse 1 to hug the shore. It’s as if Barber, a boat bound to be “wrecked” by the storm, is actually helped along to her destination faster than the rest! Thus was M. E. Barber’s life. Few dared to trust the Lord the way she did. But her life’s fruit, seen in her pupils Watchman Nee, Faithful Luke, and many others shows that God’s will, done God’s way, is a true boon. We can trust ourselves to Him. If we are wrecked as to our own future and way of life, we can rest knowing that our “wreck” is in God’s wise, able, caring and purposeful hand. 

This is the sea of faith God desires each of us to venture out into. Where has God asked you to step out in faith? What comfortable area of your life is He asking you to step away from for greater service to the Body? If God has spoken to us, let us not be those who miss out on all God’s blessing because we were not willing to leave the shore and trust His ways. Who knows what the Lord will be able to accomplish with just a few souls who will trust Him. Life will always have it’s storms. But only our great Captain knows which will be a boon.


(1) Boon | Definition of Boon by Merriam-Webster (merriam-webster.com)

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Margaret Barber #234

“Thou Magnet of My Soul” by Margaret E. Barber
#236 in Songs and Hymns of Life.

This week we will continue to look at the hymns of Margaret E. Barber. We invite you to take some time to read and sing through the hymn before reading the devotional post. You can use a recording here.

Verse 1
Thou Magnet of my soul! 
Let me come nearer, till 
The life of self pulsates no more, 
But is forever still. 

Verse 2
Thou Sunshine of my heart! 
Fill Thou each crevice there, 
And let Thy garden yield to Thee 
A fragrance sweet and rare. 

Verse 3
Thou Ransomer from death! 
Possess Thy ransomed one: 
Appropriate to Thine own use 
The spoil that Thou hast won. 

Verse 4
Thou Lord of Life and Light! 
I bow beneath Thy sway, 
And count it holy privilege 
Thy precepts to obey. 

Verse 5
Thou Gift unspeakable! 
Straight from God’s heart of love; 
I break my heart to give Thee room 
And thus Thy sweetness prove.

This is one of my favorite hymns. Additionally, it is one of those hymns that I find myself singing frequently in a variety of ways and situations. For example, this is a wonderful morning song. I can almost feel the dawning sun peeking over the horizon as I invite Jesus as the Light of the World into my heart and day yet again. Yet this can also be an incredibly helpful song when you are at a huge crossroads in your life. Many times, I have been helped to surrender myself to the Lord and to His good and perfect will again, to simply trust and follow Him. As I could become quite long-winded about the song, let us begin with a look at the author of this sweet and precious hymn.

M. E. Barber lived an outstanding life. From a human perspective, this may seem far from the truth, but she was utterly devoted to the Lord. Her faith, dedication, and longing to live a life for Christ and with Christ is hard to compare to. During her second period while living as a missionary in China without the regular support of a missionary society like her first period; she was content to dwell in a small, mostly unimpressive town because she felt called by the Lord to do so. She did not desire outward success, fame, money, or even a comfortable living; she just desired Christ and to follow Him fully. Her heart, characterized by intensity and fervency for God, is encapsulated well in this hymn.

Verse 1
Thou Magnet of my soul! 
Let me come nearer, till 
The life of self pulsates no more, 
But is forever still. 

Miss Barber was deeply affected by a host of Christian writers, many of whom had a focus on inner life. Among these was Madame Guyon, whose book “Experiencing the Depths of Jesus Christ” had a deep impact. Perhaps it was from this book that Miss Barber borrowed this idea that Christ is like a divine magnet, full of a divinely attractive force, drawing us ever closer to Himself, our soul’s true Center. Hence the thought of this verse (and as we will see in the rest of the hymn!) is based upon coming closer to the Lord, being drawn and attracted to Him. 

Interestingly, the product of this drawing and coming closer to Christ is the stilling of self. To illustrate, I am thinking of a magnet—a big, heavy one—and a small paperclip. That little paperclip can be shaken by the winds easily. But once it finds itself in the magnetic field of that strong magnet, it will automatically be drawn closer to the magnet, at which point the winds will no longer have any effect on it. Almost immediately, you will find that paperclip completely stuck to that magnet, immovable. To me, this is the imagery that comes to mind when thinking of this verse. I too, like that little paperclip, desire to come closer to Jesus, that all my “paperclip” shaking from the winds of self can be stilled.

Thou Magnet of my soul! 
Let me come nearer, till 
The life of self pulsates no more, 
But is forever still.

Verse 2
Thou Sunshine of my heart! 
Fill Thou each crevice there, 
And let Thy garden yield to Thee 
A fragrance sweet and rare. 

Verse 3
Thou Ransomer from death! 
Possess Thy ransomed one: 
Appropriate to Thine own use 
The spoil that Thou hast won. 

It is so precious to know that Jesus Christ is the One that died on the Cross, that we may be saved from sin and death. He is truly the One that has set us free. Yet the question implicit in this verse is: What comes after being ransomed from death? Are we to wander off and continue in our selfish ways and to seek our own things? I hope we can agree that the answer is a firm, “No.” Then what? Have we ever stopped to consider that maybe Jesus had a thought and direction that He would want us to go, to be drawn towards? Perhaps a large step in Jesus’ salvation is inviting Him to take full possession of our hearts. Miss Barber was someone who was willing to be used by the Lord, even if that meant taking a lonely path or living in a smaller town. Can we, too, ask the Lord to draw us more, to take us and make us fit for His purposes, whatever that purpose with us may be? Praise the Lord that He is our Savior and Ransomer! But can we allow Him to move and work within us as He pleases, for His own uses?

Verse 4
Thou Lord of Life and Light! 
I bow beneath Thy sway, 
And count it holy privilege 
Thy precepts to obey. 

Depending on our perception of ourselves, this kind of prayer may not be easy. To “bow beneath [His] sway” seems to be asking for full obedience, a total surrender to His “holy precepts”; to both acknowledge that the Lord has a will and direction in which He would like me to go AND for me to comply. Jesus Christ—the wonderful, glorious, divine Magnet—is drawing us this way. But I may think that I have a lot to lose. What about my career, my family, my livelihood? What about my personal preferences, wants, and desires? Shouldn’t I stand up for my rights? I could, but deep inside, in the depths of my heart, I know there is a gentle sway. Have you sensed it too? There is a way that the Lord is directing me to go. There is a little word that the Lord is speaking to me. Can I just obey it? Can I just go with it? Can I realize that it is actually a great privilege that the Lord wants to go deeper in me and change who I am—if I can give in to His attractive force, to yield, follow, and cooperate with Him? Miss Barber endeavored to live under the Lord’s sway and direction, and because of this, we can enjoy a little of the fruit that came out of such a life. May we all, together with the author, acknowledge our Lord’s right over our lives, humble ourselves, and bow beneath His gracious and mighty sway.

Verse 5
Thou Gift unspeakable! 
Straight from God’s heart of love; 
I break my heart to give Thee room 
And thus Thy sweetness prove.

How much do we realize that God loves us? Our Father’s great heart of love, and all that He has given and provided because of His love, is truly beyond words, unspeakable. I think of the grace and mercy of God: I didn’t love Him, I wasn’t seeking Him, I was not thinking about how I could please Him with my life; and yet He loved me and sent His Son to be the propitiation for my sins, that I might live through Him! (1 John 4:9-10) He knew what I needed and met the need—even before I knew it or asked for it!

The second half of verse 5 is perhaps the most shocking part of the hymn. What does she mean? Why does she use such strong language? Should I break my own heart? Who would choose to do such a thing? But such was Miss Barber’s heart and life. It is recorded in one of the few biographical sketches we have of her that:

She had a heart to love the Lord and to live unto Him. Once she was facing a situation that was difficult because the price it demanded involved everything she had. In this situation she lifted up her eyes with tears and said, “Lord! In order to satisfy Your heart, I am willing to have my heart broken.1

Miss Barber loved the Lord so dearly. Though her heart had its wants and desires, she was not content to let those overrule the Lord having His full way in her. She knew that the Magnet was drawing her differently. So she was willing to have her heart broken, to break her heart, so that the Lord could have room to work as He willed. Maybe this is a reason why we can sense such a sweet fragrance of Christ in her and her poems.

We can consider any price we may have to pay in a similar way. Often our preferences and wants do not match what the Lord wants. Instead of attempting to make the Lord’s desires fit our desires, we can allow our hearts to break. We can concede our own preference, and let the Lord have His way. We can continue to let the Magnet draw us even closer to Him. The outflow is twofold: 1) We follow Christ and are living in accordance with His will; and 2) There is a special sweetness that we will be able to find, to taste, to prove. Surely we will have His sweet presence, and we will also have something so divine and intimate worked out within us too.

May the Lord gain such a pure and fervent desire within us all. May we seek to follow Him at any cost. May we desire Christ more than our own preferences and wants. May we all be drawn ever closer to the true Magnet of our souls.

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Margaret Barber #321

“If The Path I Travel” by M. E. Barber
#321 in Songs and Hymns of Life

This perhaps is one of M. E. Barber’s most precious products. In this hymn, we taste the certainty of the Lord’s leading, the loneliness of the pilgrim’s pathway, the sincerity of her longing for the Lord, and her trust in the sure answer to her prayers. For her, this path was real, the challenge of the choices before her were real, and the belief that the Lord would make up for the losses that His choices excluded was real. 

Read and sing through this hymn below. Notice how verse one and two list many ‘if’ statements followed by ‘let’ requests. She is somewhat bargaining or wrestling with the Lord in these verses.

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Verse 1
If the path I travel  
Lead me to the cross,  
If the way Thou choosest  
Lead to pain and loss,  
Let the compensation  
Daily, hourly, be  
Shadowless communion,  
Blessed Lord, with Thee.

Verse 2
If there’s less of earth joy,  
Give, Lord, more of heaven.  
Let the spirit praise Thee,  
Though the heart be riven;  
If sweet earthly ties, Lord,  
Break at Thy decree,  
Let the tie that binds us,  
Closer, sweeter, be.

The ‘if’ statements make it clear that this hymn is composed under the Lord’s hand in a difficult decision: “If the path I travel lead me to the cross.” The cross confronts her in the path. “If the way Thou choosest lead to pain and loss.” This path is the Master’s choice for His servant. In verse 2, “If there’s less of earth joy,” and later “if sweet earthly ties, Lord, break at Thy decree…” This path the Lord has laid out for Barber involves the breaking of earthly ties. This image could apply to common joys of this life such as security and comfort in food, clothing, and housing, but the thought of “sweet earthly ties” could also mean bonds of friendship and love. And while ties of friendship do not always need to break even when persons are separated by oceans, a view of her personal history will show us that the bond of potential marriage could not have fared as well while on different continents for the next 30 years.

Some sources state that this hymn was written in the wake of her departure from England for China in 1909. Her two years away from China were turbulent times and revolutionary times for her spiritual life. In two years, she had resigned from serving with the Church Missionary Society, left the Church of England, was baptized by immersion, and joined an undenominatioal church in Norwich pastored by David Morrison Panton. 

The ministry of Panton likely slaked her weary spiritual thirst, after years of hard labor and bearing so much of the cross amidst controversy within the CMS mission in Fuzhou. We know that when she returned to China, it was to shepherd new believers with a pattern much different than her Anglican days, with believer’s baptism and without ecclastical titles, membership roles, or other formalities. Her poems declare a clear perspective of the believer’s overcoming in this life unto a subjective reward in the Kingdom. All these are clear influences of the ministry that flowed from Panton’s pulpit, and it seems that a dear friendship had grown between them and that the potential of marriage was considered. But we know that this was not to be, apparently being ended mutually with each clear as to their callings to China and England. Both lived out their lives celebate, married only to the Lord.

This, in the view of these sources, is the lonely pathway the Lord had chosen for Barber to follow. This poem then sheds light on her honest struggle, diligent searching in prayer, and proper demand from the Lord that he compensate her with a fuller union with Him. 

Reread or sing the poem in light of this background.

Verse 3
Lonely though the pathway,  
Cheer it with Thy smile;  
Be Thou my companion  
Through earth’s little while;  
Selfless may I live, Lord,  
By Thy grace to be  
Just a cleansed channel  
For Thy life through me.

Although she was lonely though the pathway, the Lord was able to sustain her. His cheerful smile met her often, and her ministry and poetry display a deep and valuable life spent not for the satisfaction found in this life. Barber lived for the reward found in that city that has foundations which her pilgrim fathers had trod onto before her. (Hebrews 11:10)

This sober poem helps me realize that God may very well ask similar sacrifices of me. It may not be in the form of family or friends, but there may be just as real a sacrifice my Master may require for His kingdom to be furthered on this earth. Consider that fiery band of new believers in Fuzhou: Watchman Nee, Leland Wang, Faithful Luke, and many others. How would they have developed to spearhead much of God’s revival move in China if they had not been protected by such a mature soul, separated unto God from all the trappings of religious success among the missionaries? 

Consider where might the saints, neighbors, and friends around you be in ten years, if you resist the Lord’s choices in your life. We don’t know what the Lord can gain from us. We rarely realize how God’s move in or communities spring from investments hidden under the soil of obedience years before. If the Lord makes a choice in our life, be slow. Be slow to react, be slow to change the topic, and be longsuffering in prayer. The Lord will hear your struggling, and will meet you in your bargaining. Pray like M. E. Barber. Let this trial purify your prayers, so that you settle for a compensation from Him, and not the world He is separating us from. 

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Margaret Barber

Keep Up the Song of Faith” by Margaret E. Barber
#389 in Songs and Hymns of Life

Later in her life of service, Margaret E. Barber became a strong person who could bear much misunderstanding, adversity and trial. She could also be strong to fight for God’s interests in the young believers she was charged to disciple. When one youth was gaining popularity for his preaching, she declared, “if you continue to travel for evangelistic work, I will not pray for you any longer!” 

This strength was tested, deepened, and even depended on by the Lord throughout her life. And the depth of her resolution to trust in her Lord is tasted in many of her hymns. I feel this strength in the hymn below. This hymn compels me to stay strong, to dig deep and to fight through the trial of each day. It doesn’t offer simple comfort or doctrinal platitudes. Its phrases are like milk and honey, not directly quoting the Bible but processed through her real experiences. 

Sing this song of faith below with this recording.

Verse 1
Keep up the song of faith,
However dark the night;
And as you praise, the Lord will work,
To change your faith to sight.

Verse 2
Keep up the song of faith,
And let you heart be strong,
For God delights when faith can praise,
Though dark the night and long.

Verse 3
Keep up the song of faith
The foe will hear and flee;
Oh, let not Satan hush your song,
For praise is victory.

Verse 4
Keep up the song of faith,
The dawn will break ere long,
And we shall go to meet the Lord
And join the endless song. 

Barber sent this poem along with a letter to T. Austin-Sparks which he then published in the August 1926 edition of his magazine, A Witness and A Testimony. In her letter, she expounds some light she was seeing in Paul’s experience in Acts 27. This chapter about Paul’s travels as a prisoner on a ship is not easy to draw spiritual principles from; many students simply see a detailed chapter about ancient ship travel. But her insight into the passage is profound and rich, attesting to her own deeply-wrought life experience. Below is an excerpt from the letter she wrote to Austin-Sparks:

In studying Acts 27 I have been noticing how those 276 souls came to the place where “all hope was taken away” before God stepped in. This is often His way. Jesus waits till the fourth watch of the night before He comes to us walking on the sea. If God should thus test our faith, let us glorify His Name, and we too shall see His wonders in the deep.

Let us not be afraid of being kept waiting till all hope has fled. God will glorify His Name at the last moment; only God can afford to wait until the last moment. Then see v. 24, it was only a promise even then. So with us; we are in some deep test, and no deliverance comes, but the Lord sweetly whispers some promise to our tried hearts, and in that strength we go.

Then v.22, the man who is living on the Word of the living God, can save others—276 persons were saved because Paul believed God; compare Luke 1:45.

Can we believe the word of the Lord in the face of a storm and a sinking ship?…

Only God can afford to wait until the last moment.

Since she included this hymn along with her letter, it shares the spirit of what Paul might have been singing and praying himself to hold fast to the Lord. David often sang psalms to “strengthen himself in the Lord” and this hymn similarly must have exhorted Barber to maintain her solidarity with the Lord’s interests in China. 

This hymn, “Keep Up The Song Of Faith”, has a rather long tune for a short 6.6.8.6. poem. But the words are meant to strengthen us in a time of trial. I find that this long tune, by prolonging the time you sing many words and syllables, allows me to bear down into the meaning of the words and sing them from a strong place in my spirit. I’ve found myself even singing this long tune slower than you would sing it in a meeting. As the tune is also triumphant, reaching bold heights in the third line, it allows me to proclaim and shout the faith of this poem to the foes in my situation, whether the foes of my own weakness, or the pressure from the accuser to turn from trusting the faithfulness of the Lord. Let us boldly shout this hymn in the face of the trial the Lord has placed in our way. He delights to have His people trust and praise Him as He works for them unseen. He will change our faith to sight. We will be vindicated in our reliance on Him and we will prove His glory to the generation around us. Keep up the song saints!

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Margaret Barber #34

“Lift that Name High!” by M. E. Barber
#34 in Songs and Hymns of Life

Lift that Name high! The name of Jesus our King! Each verse of this hymn commands us to praise the Lord! This kind of praise is effective in all sorts of conditions. Are you seeking to come into the Lord’s presence? Lift His Name high! Are you perplexed about sudden changes in your life? Find strength by praising the Lord, by lifting His Name high! Are you bearing the burdens of a brother or sister near you (Galatians 6:2)? Persevere in that spiritual fight by lifting Jesus’s Name high!

Sing through the hymn and trace its thought. The tune can be found here. What is the scope of each verse and how does that shift throughout the song? 

Verse 1
Lift that Name high! That glorious Name,
Let heav’n and earth its pow’r proclaim;
Our mighty, conqu’ring, coming King,
Earth yet shall with His praises ring.

Verse 2
Lift that Name high! To that high tower
We flee in every trial hour,
Safe, sheltered, satisfied and free,
For Jesus’ Name is victory.

Verse 3
Lift that Name high! Until one day
His mighty Name the earth shall sway,
And sin and death, distress and pain
Shall be no more, for Christ shall reign.

Verse 4
Lift that Name high! Jesus shall reign,
And kings shall follow in His train;
Lift that Name high, all names above,
The Name of Him we own and love.

Verse 5
Lift that Name high! For every knee
Shall bow to Him; Jesus shall see
Fruit of His Cross, when earth shall bring
Her tribute to her Lord and King.

In tracing the path of M. E. Barber’s thought, I am struck with how little of the poem focuses on comfort in our trials. Verse 1 starts with a universal view, “Let heaven and earth proclaim the power of the name of Jesus!” Only Verse 2 descends to our present challenges—this Name is a high tower we flee to for refuge. Here in Jesus, we are safe, sheltered, satisfied and free. This praise brings us into such a victory!

Verse 3 looks away to our King’s return. When Jesus reigns, all these pains and trials will fall away because all the earth will be under His sway.

Verse 4 continues in Christ’s return—Jesus WILL reign, and He will reign with co-kings. Those kings follow in his train like a triumphal procession (2 Corinthians 2:14). Their mark, in the songwriter’s words, is that they owned and loved the name of Jesus. 

Verse 5 rejoices in the day of Christ’s Millennial Kingdom. In that day, all nations will bow and confess that Jesus is Lord. This is an aspect of the victory and “joy set before Him (that) He endured the cross (Hebrews 12:2).”

As simple as this song is in some ways, it can be hard for me to enter into it or to find freshness when singing it. It can feel too objective or too simple. Or perhaps my inability to enter into this song reflects on my present state. If I’m too passive, too complacent or not clear what I’m fighting for, do I have a heart that really needs the grace in this song? We can see that most of this hymn is laser focused on the coming of our Lord–only verse 2 addresses our present struggles. What can we learn from M. E. Barber, from why she wrote this song or the circumstances in which she would sing it?

In the history of her that is available, we have no direct reference to this hymn or to the background of when it was written. We do not have any anecdote of her singing praises in the midst of a trial. But this hymn is just one of many of Barber’s hymns that address praise in the midst of a spiritual fight. These hymns all have a perspective of our overcoming with Christ and eventual co-reign with Christ. For Barber, being an overcomer was not a teaching or an end-times construct. Instead, it was a living pursuit she put herself into each day. She abandoned herself in love to the Lord. She wrote lines like, “I want nothing for myself: I want everything for the Lord.” And thus she spent 34 years fighting for His interests in distant foreign land. In that fight, she clung to His Name in praise, song and declaration as her writings show. These were the weapons of her warfare..

Although we do not have any historical witnessed accounts of Barber singing praises in the midst of trials, because she wrote many fighting-praise hymns, we can see how much of a refuge and a power that praise was for her. Whether it’s “Keep Up the Song of Faith” (SHL 389), “Hallelujah! Christ is Victor!” (SHL506), “Glorious, Mighty Name of Jesus” (SHL 35) or this hymn, “Lift That Name High!”, her pen and voice were filled with declarations.  She had many utterances she could declare, proclaim and sing in the darkest hour that would bring her into the strength of the grace of her King. Like David, she “strengthened (her)self in the LORD (her) God.” (1 Samuel 30:6) She knew that serving such a reigning King did not mean the fight would always be easy. But she could write lines like, “What though the warrior faint, If but the fight be won!” and, “Jesus waits till the fourth watch of the night before He comes to us walking on the sea… God will glorify His Name at the last moment; only God can afford to wait until the last moment.” She experienced this often in her life, literally coming down to the last dollar. But she learned, “Having a promise, we can wait for its fulfilment…Let us trust, however dark things seem, and keep up the song of faith, ‘I believe God, that it shall be, even as it was told me’ (Luke 1:45) and the thing impossible shall be done.” (1)  

Thus we see how often she turned to these songs to strengthen herself unto faithful endurance. And it is that endurance that I taste when I declare this song. No matter how hard the day, it is so life-giving to Lift His Name High, loudly and buoyantly! No matter how persistent the challenge, having the King will put all things in perspective. All heaven and earth will be swayed by Him, will bow down at His name, and under his headship, all sin and distress will pass away. What I really need, and what we all really need is the real King. And not just a King in our spirits. We need the King here—to come and take His place on earth. This is our hope and what sustains a heart strengthened for patient endurance! So saints, Lift His Name High!

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The Offence of the Cross

“And I, brethren, if I yet preach circumcision, why do I yet suffer persecution? then is the offence of the cross ceased.” — Gal. v. 11.

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*This date is an approximation of when this sermon was delivered. Around 1856

THE religion of Jesus is the most peaceful, mild, and benevolent religion which was ever promulgated. When we compare it with any set of dogmas invented by men, there is not one of them that can stand the least comparison with it for gentleness, mildness, and love. As for the religion of Mahomet, it is the religion of the vulture; but the religion of Jesus is that of the dove, — all is mercy, all is mild; it is, like its Founder, an embodiment of pure benevolence, grace, and truth.

     And yet, strange to say, gentle as the gospel is, and inoffensive as its professors have always proved themselves to be, when they have acted rightly, — not resisting evil, but submitting to it, whatever it might be, — yet there has never been anything which has caused more disturbance in the world than the Christian religion. It is not a sword, and yet it has brought war into the world; it is not a fire, and yet it has consumed many old institutions, and has burned much that men thought would last for ever; it is the gospel of peace, and yet it has parted the dearest friends, and caused direst feuds and confusions everywhere. Though in itself it is all gentleness, yet it seems as if the standard of the dove were the standard of battle, and as if raising up the peaceful cross had been the signal for war, like the blood-red fiery cross, which of old they passed through Scotland, to summon the clans to battle. Strange, yet strangely true is it, that the cross of Christ has always been an offence, and that it has provoked the fiercest battles and the sternest strifes which men have ever had with their fellow-men.

     In considering our text, I shall, first, discourse to you a little concerning what “the offence of the cross” is; secondly, as to how men show their offence against the cross; thirdly, I shall have a little to say to those who are offended at the cross, to show them their folly; and, lastly, I shall conclude by an inference or two, for the special benefit of Christian ministers, and the Church at large.

     I. Let us enquire, first, WHEREIN DOES THE OFFENCE OF THE CROSS CONSIST?

     Our limits forbid any attempt to be elaborate, and we commence by saying that “the offence of the cross” lies, first, in the way in which it deals with all human wisdom. The philosopher puts his glass to his eye, looks at the cross, and then says, “I cannot see anything so very wonderful in it, — even with this splendid glass of mine, — more than can be seen by that poor, humble peasant; I do not care about such a system of religion as that; any simpleton can understand the cross.” So he passes by, and merely sneers at it. The man who loves controversy comes to the gospel, and finds that there is in it pure dogmatism. Such things are said to be true, and sinners must believe them, or else be damned. “I shall not do so,” says he; “I shall not yield implicit faith to the gospel; I like disputing upon points of doctrine; I like controverting them; I shall not listen to your preacher who says, ‘This is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing else but the truth.’ I will not hear the man who speaks thus authoritatively; I like men who will give me margin enough to doubt, who let me believe what I like, and no more; I prefer to use my reason and common sense.” When you come to talk with him about the religion which says, “Believe that, or else be lost; believe that, or else be shut out of the pale of salvation;” he turns on his heel, and says, “I will not believe any such thing.” And when he asks what it is he is to believe, he professes himself to be wiser even than the Word of God. “What!” says he, “believe in the atonement? I can’t; it is contrary to my common sense. Believe the doctrine of election? Why, it shocks my humanity! Believe in the total depravity of human nature, and the impossibility of being saved without being born again? Why, I cannot receive such teaching for a single moment. It is contrary to all that the schoolmen ever taught, and different from what any philosopher ever would have invented; so I shall not receive it.” And he turns away with an anathema against the cross. He cannot bear it because of its great simplicity. If he could describe it as being so wonderful that he could by no means make the common people comprehend it, and that it was only because of his gigantic intellect that he was able to understand it himself, he would not mind accepting it; but as it is so plain and simple, he turns away from it in disgust. He cannot bear the gospel of the cross; it has not worldly wisdom enough in it for him; and he either does not know or he forgets that the knowledge of Christ crucified is the most excellent of all the sciences, and that never is reason so glorified as when it humbly sits down under the shadow of the cross.

     But there is something in the cross of Christ which hurts men’s pride even more than this, and that is, it is opposed to all their notions of human ability. The man who is relying for salvation on his own strength, does not like the doctrine of the cross. If anyone preaches a gospel which tells the sinner that he has power to save himself, if he preaches a gospel which says that, Christ having died to put all men in a salvable condition, they have only to exercise the power they have, and they will be able to deliver themselves, — if a man thus preaches something which exalts the skill and strength of the creature, he will never offend his unregenerate hearers. But if he once begins to cast the sinner down in the dust, and to teach that Christ himself taught, “No man can come to me, except the Father which hath sent me draw him;” and that, in the Scriptures, all men are declared to be “dead in trespasses and sins;” then the proud sinner will turn away, and say, “I am not going to be so insulted, to have all my powers levelled to the ground! Am I to be made into a mere machine, or into a piece of clay, and to lie passive in the Potter’s hands? I will not submit to such an indignity.” If the minister will give him a little to do himself, and let him sacrifice a little to his own idol, he will drink down the false doctrine as the ox drinketh down water; but since we tell him he is powerless, like the poor blooding man when the Samaritan met him, he says, “I will have nothing to do with you.”

     And the cross offends men yet again, because it goes clean contrary to their ideas of human merit. There is not a soul in all the world that, by nature, loves to be stripped of all merit. No! the last thing a man likes to part with is his righteousness. I have known poor sinners stand on Sinai’s top until their knees knocked together, yet they have clung to their self-righteousness even there. I have known men stand where God’s earthquakes were shaking the ground under their feet, and the thunder and lightning were playing above their heads; yet they still held fast their self-righteousness. It is a hard thing to get that away from men. You know how Bunyan says that, when Great-heart slew Giant Despair, the giant “had, as they say, as many lives as a cat and I am sure that self-righteousness has many more lives than that; it is the hardest thing in the world to kill. You may cut the evil weed self-righteousness up; but when you think you have got to the last root of it, it will be shooting up again before you can sharpen your knife to cut it up once more. This evil thing is bred in man’s nature. When you preach against it, see how men will roar at you; they cannot bear that doctrine.

     I sometimes receive letters from persons who say, “We should not wonder if all your congregation were to live in sin, because you are always preaching against man’s righteousness, and inviting poor sinners to come to Christ by simple faith, and be saved by grace alone.” I daresay they would not wonder if such a thing were to happen; but I should wonder if my people, as a whole, did live in sin, and I bless God that I have no cause to wonder about that matter, for a holier people you will not find this side heaven than those who receive into their hearts the doctrine of Christ’s imputed righteousness. This I will say of them, that grace hath wrought in them good fruits; that they do walk in the fear of the Lord, in love to one another, and in the practice of uprightness and godliness. But men of the world cannot bear this teaching, because it makes nothing of the merits of which they think so much. Tell men that they are very good sort of folk; they will like to hear that. Give people a good conceit of themselves, and they will like to listen to you; but that self-conceit is the ruin of tens of thousands. I am sure it is only when we begin to say, —

“I’m a poor sinner, and nothing at all,
But Jesus Christ is my All-in-all,” —

that we are saved. But as long as we are content with ourselves in our natural sinful condition, there is not the slightest hope for us. So, you see, this is “the offence of the cross,” that we do not let men trust in their own merits.

     But there is another offence, which is a very sore one, and the world has never forgiven the cross that “offence” yet, it will not recognize any distinctions between mankind. The cross makes moral and immoral persons go to heaven by the same road; the cross makes rich and poor enter heaven by the same door; the cross makes the philosopher and peasant walk on the same highway of holiness; the cross procures the same crown for the poor creature with one talent that the man with ten talents shall receive. Hence, the wise man saith, “What! am I to be saved by the same cross which saves a man who does not know his letters?” Your fine lady asks, “Am I to be saved in the same fashion as my servant-girl?” The gentleman says, “Am I to be saved the same way as that chimney-sweep?” And he who boasts of his self-righteousness cries, “What! am I to jostle against a harlot, to elbow a drunkard on the road to heaven? Then, I will not go to heaven at all.” Then, sir, you will be lost. There are no two roads to heaven; it is the same road for everyone who does go there; and hence, the cross has always been offensive to men of mark and might, — few kings and queens have ever bent humbly before it. Men have covered up the cross with some fine decoration, and they have said that they loved it; but it was not the cross they cared for, it was the meretricious ornament. If it had been the simple cross, they would have dragged it through the streets, as Mahomet’s people did with the cross at Jerusalem.

     II. This brings me now to tell you, in the second place, HOW PERSONS SHOW THEIR OFFENCE AGAINST THE CROSS OF CHRIST.

     In olden times, they did it by burning, torturing, and tormenting Christians, making them suffer all kinds of indescribable agonies. But that method did not answer, so the devil adopts other measures now. He found that the more he oppressed them, like Israel in Egypt, the more they multiplied; so now he acts in another fashion. How does he do it? Not exactly by open persecution; but “the offence of the cross” shows itself, sometimes, by private persecution. You do not all of you hear of the persecution that is going on with regard to the Lord’s people. Every now and then, things of this sort come to my notice, though you may not know of them. How many drunken husbands there are who persecute their wives almost incessantly because they will cleave fast to God! How many a young man, how many a young woman is there, who is called to suffer persecution from father and mother and sister and brother, for Christ s sake! Persecution is not over yet; it works slyly, and comes not out openly before the world. It comes not out into Smithfield, as it did of old, though there may be many a house in the neighbourhood of Smithfield that reeks with it. It comes not out in an honest garb, but watches for its prey in a covert way. It is not the lion, but the prowling jackal, though it is as wild and as ravenous as ever. And when persecution does not display itself in positive acts, it operates by means of jeers and scoffs, and by the shrug of the shoulder; and, let me say, more men have been ruined by this practice than by the direst slanders. Men who shrug their shoulders generally do a deal of mischief, though they may not know it. When, sitting at table, I have mentioned a person’s name, and someone has shrugged his shoulders, and said, “Oh!” the man’s character was half gone. If the person had anything to say against the other, why could he not say it right out, and not leave us in the dark to surmise all manner of iniquities? Another man will say, “I don’t wish to persecute you; you can go to chapel as often as you like;” yet there is on his face the cold sneer, and on his lip the cruel jest or slander; every idle rumour is circulated, and everything that can be invented against the minister of the gospel and against Christian people, — all still showing that there is now, as there was in the days of the apostles, an “offence of the cross.”

     But I will tell you what is the favourite plan nowadays; it is not to oppose the cross, but to wind round the crossand try to get the cross to alter its shape a little. Men who hate the doctrines of the cross, say, “We, too, preach the gospel.” They alter it; they misshape it; they make it “another gospel, which is not another.” Let others say, if they will, that yea and nay can meet together; that fire and water can kiss each other; that Christ and Belial can be twins: the true minister of Jesus Christ cannot do that. Truth is truth; and whatever is the opposite of it cannot be truth. Truth is one, and that which opposes it must certainly be error and falsehood. But it is the fashion to try to blend the two things together. Look at very many of the churches; they say that they hold the truth. Look at their articles; there are all the five points of Calvinism. And if you ask the ministers whether they believe the doctrine of election? “Certainly,” they reply. If you ask them whether they believe all the great cardinal truths of the gospel; they say, “Oh, yes, certainly we believe them; but we do not think they ought to be preached to the common people.” Ah, sirs! you have a fine notion of yourselves, if you do not think that “the common people” are as good as you are, and that they can receive the doctrines of grace as well as you can. “Oh! but those doctrines are dangerous; they drive the people to Antinomianism.” They say this; but when we write to them, they reply, “Oh, we are as sound as you are!” Yes; but it is one thing to be sound, and another thing to preach sound truth. I never will believe a man to be better than what he preaches; if a man does not proclaim “the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,” we like him none the better, but ten times worse, because he says that he believes it. We would rather he did not believe it at all than that he should conceal his real sentiments. Such men, who hide the truth, prove that they are as much offended with the cross as if they openly tried to refute its doctrines. God send us the day when the pure, unadulterated doctrines of the grace of God, which is in Christ Jesus. shall be proclaimed in every chapel, and heard in every street, and received by every professed Christian!

     III. Now I come, in the third place, TO SAY SOMETHING TO THOSE WHO ARE OFFENDED AT THE CROSS.

     First, let me say that it is very foolish of a man who does not believe the gospel to oppose those who do. If a man does not himself love the gospel, he might let alone other people that do. You have often heard the old fable of the dog in the manger, but here is something worse, here is the dog out of the manger; he does not even lie on the hay himself, and yet he barks at those that come to feed upon it. He does not love the gospel; and because others do, he hates them. Why, surely, what you do not want yourselves, you might let other people have in quietness! You need not oppose them for carrying away what you count worthless rubbish. Why should you be so offended, and endeavour to make a stand against the truth, since you cannot, in your present condition, get anything out of it, and you may burn your fingers for your pains?

     Then, next, how foolish it is to be offended at the cross, seeing that you cannot stop its progress! He who should place himself before Juggernaut’s car to be crushed, would be as wise as you who are opposing the gospel. If it be true, recollect that “truth is mighty, and must prevail.” Who are you to attempt to stand against it? You will be crushed; but let me tell you that, when the car goes over you, the wheel will not be raised even an inch by your size. For what are you? A tiny gnat, a creeping worm, which that wheel will crush to less than nothing, and not leave you even a name as having been an opponent of the gospel. There have been men who have stood up, and said, “We will stop the chariot of Christ.” Thousands have looked at them, and have been afraid. Their trumpets have blown loud and long, and some poor Christians have said, “Stand aside! Here comes a man who will stop the chariot of the Lord Jesus.” At one time, it was Tom Paine; then it was Robert Owen; but what became of them? Did the chariot stop for them? No; it went on just as if there had never been a Tom Paine or a Robert Owen on the earth. Let all the infidels in the world know assuredly that the gospel will win its way, whatever they may do. Poor creatures! their efforts to oppose it are not worthy of our notice; and we need not fear that they can stop the truth. As well might a gnat think to quench the sun. Go, tiny insect, and do it, if thou canst. Thou wilt only burn thy wings, and die. As well might a fly think it could drink the ocean dry. Drink the ocean, if thou canst; more likely, thou wilt sink in it, and so it will drink thee. Ye who despise and oppose the gospel; what can ye do? It cometh on “conquering and to conquer.” I always think that, the more enemies the gospel has, the more it will advance. As the old warrior said, “The more enemies there are, the more there are to be killed, the more there are to be taken prisoners, and the more there are to run away.” Double your hosts, ye opposers! Come on against us with a still mightier power! Rage yet more loudly! Slander us yet more foully! Do what ye can, victory is ours, for it is predestinated. The massive column of Divine Predestination standeth firm, and on its top there are the eagle wings betokening victory for every believer, and for the whole Church of Christ. God’s truth must and shall conquer; wherefore, then, dost thou, foolish creature, hope to oppose the gospel because it offends thee? The stone, cut out without hands, cannot be broken by thee; but if it falleth upon thee, it will grind thee to powder.

     But another thought, and I have done with this part of my subject. O man! if thou hatest the gospel, let me say to thee solemnly how doubly foolish thou art to be offended with Christwho is the only One who can save thee! As well might the drowning man be offended with the rope which is cast to him, and which is the only means of his escape; as well might the dying patient be offended with the cup of medicine which is put to his lips, and which alone can save his body from death; as well might the man whose house is burning be offended with the fireman who roughly puts the fire-escape against his window, — as that thou shouldst be offended with Christ. Offended with him who would snatch thee as “a brand from the burning”? Offended with him who alone can quench for thee the fire of hell? Offended with him whose blood alone can wash thee white, and give thee a place with him in glory everlasting? Offended with him? Then thou art mad indeed. Not Bedlam itself can produce a maniac more foolish than thou art.

     Ah, ye despisers, ye shall wonder and perish! You are offended with the gospel because it says that you have not any merit; but you have not any, then why are you offended? You are offended at the gospel because it does not ask anything of you in order that you may be saved; yet, if it did demand anything of you as a condition of your salvation, you would be lost. It is just the gospel for you; it is made on purpose; it fits your condition; it is adapted to your case; — and yet you are offended with it! Oh, how can you be so foolish? Did you ever hear of a man who was offended with a coach that was carrying him, because it had wheels? Why should you be offended with the gospel chariot because it could not advance except on the wheels of free grace? What! you are offended with the gospel because it lays you low? Don’t you know that it is the very best place for you? The devil would have you very high if he could; but that would be only that he might ruin you. My dear friends, I beseech you, in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ himself, do think why you are offended with the gospel. I know it goes against your prejudices; when you first hear it, you do not love it; but, remember, it is your only hope of salvation. Are you offended with that which alone can save you? Offended with that which can put a crown on your head, a palm-branch in your hand, and give you bliss for ever? Then, methinks, when you sink to hell, you will look up to heaven, and say, “Ah, Christ! I was offended with thee, and now I see that thou wast the only Saviour. I hated thy name, of which it is written, ‘At the name of Jesus, every knee shall bow.’ I hated that Saviour who was the only Saviour to redeem sinners from sin.”

     IV. Lastly, I am TO DRAW ONE OR TWO INFERENCES.

     The first is this, If the cross of Christ is an offence, and always was an offencewhat is the reason why so many professed Christians go on so easily from January to Decemberand never have any trouble about it? Old John Berridge said, “If you do not preach the gospel, you may sleep soundly enough; but if you do preach it faithfully, you will hardly have a sound place in your skin, for you will soon have enemies enough assailing you.” How is it that we never hear of any slander against a great many ministers? Everything goes easily and comfortably with them; nobody is ever offended with their preaching, but people go out of their chapel doors, and say, “What a nice sermon! It was just the thing for everybody, and nobody could be offended.” They do not preach the gospel fully, or they would be sure to offend some people. Suppose that somebody says to me, “Do you know that Mrs. So-and-so was fearfully offended with your last sermon?” That is no trouble to me if I know that I have preached the truth. A celebrated preacher was once told that he had pleased all his hearers. “Ah!” said he, “there is another sermon lost.” The most effective sermons are those which make opposers of the gospel bite their lips, and gnash their teeth. “That preaching is worth little,” Howland Hill used to say, “that cannot make the devil roar. He preaches but very little truth who does not set the old lion roaring against him.” Depend upon it, Satan does not like the gospel any better than he did, and the world does not like the gospel any better than it did; and if there is not, nowadays, so much persecution and hatred as there used to be, it is because men do not proclaim the plain, simple truth as their forefathers did. People go to hear nice velvet-tongued preachers; they like the minister to prophesy smooth things unto them. “I won’t go to hear Mr. So-and-so,” says one, “for he will be sure to offend me.” Now what is the reason for this? It is because he preaches the whole gospel, the pure truth of God. But do men imagine that we want to offend them? Nay, God knows, the hard things we often say cause us more pain than they cause to our hearers. But it is a good thing when we care little for the opinion of men, and when we have learnt to live above the world. Once let ministers faithfully proclaim the plain, simple gospel, and we shall soon hear the laughter, and scorn, and jeers. It was an ill day when the sons of God made affinity with the daughters of men; and it will be an ill day for the Church of Christ when the world speaks well of it, and everybody commends it. the sect that is most spoken against is usually the sect where Christ most dwelleth; but the sect that is lapped in plenty, and dandled on the knees of honour, is usually the most corrupt. Preach the gospel boldly, steadfastly, steadily, strongly, out-and-out, and you will not be long without hearing something about “the offence of the cross.”

     My last remark is this. O my brethren, how much reason have we to bless and extol our gracious Godif the cross of Christ is not an offence to us! I hope many here can unite with me in saying that there is nothing in the Bible that offends us, and there is nothing in the gospel that offends us now. If there is anything you do not understand, you do not hate it; if it seems dark and mysterious, you do not reject it, but you are willing to learn all you can about it. Ah, my God! if all I have ever preached be false, I stand prepared to disown it when thou shalt teach me better; if all I have ever learnt be a mistake, and I have not learnt it of thee, I will not be ashamed to recant it in that hour when thou shalt thyself teach me, and show me my error. We are not ashamed to bring ourselves wholly into the mould of Scripture, to take it just as it stands, to believe it, and to receive it; and if you are in that state, mark you, you are saved, for no man can say that he accepts the gospel wholly, loves it all, and receives it in his heart, and can yet be a stranger to it. I have heard preachers ignorantly talk about “natural” love to the gospel; there cannot be such a thing. I heard someone say that there was a “natural” love to Christ; it is all rubbish. Nature cannot beget a love to Christ, nor love to any good thing; that must come of God, for all love is from him. There is nothing good in us by nature. Every conviction must, in some way or other, come from the Holy Spirit. Even if it is a temporary one, it must be traced to him, if it is good. Oh, let us adore, and exalt, and magnify the mighty grace that has made us love the gospel! For I am sure, with some of us, there was a time when we hated it as much as any people in all the world ever did. Old John Newton used to say, “You who are called Calvinists, — though you are not merely Calvinists, but the old, legitimate successors of Christ, — you ought above all men to be very gentle with your opponents, for, recollect, according to your own principles, they cannot learn truth unless they are taught of God; and if you have been taught of God, you ought to bless his name; and if they have not, you should not be angry with them, but pray to God to give them a better education.” Do not let us make any extra “offence of the cross” by our own ill-humour, but let us show our love to the cross by loving and trying to bless those who have been offended with it.

     Ah! poor sinner, what sayest thou? Art thou offended with the cross? No, thou art not, for it is there that thou wishest to lose thy sins. Dost thou desire this moment to come to Christ? Thou sayest, “I have no offence against Christ. Oh, that I knew where I might find him! I would come even to his seat.” Well, if thou wantest Christ, Christ wanteth thee; if thou desirest Christ, Christ desireth thee. Yea, more; if thou hast one spark of desire after Christ, Christ hath a whole burning mountain of desire after thee. He loveth thee hotter than thou canst ever love him. Rest assured that thou art not first with God. If thou art seeking Jesus, he hath first sought thee. Come, then, thou destitute, weary, lost, helpless, ruined, chief of sinners; come, put thy trust in his blood and his perfect righteousness, and thou wilt go on thy way rejoicing in Christ, set free from sin, delivered from iniquity, rendered as safe, though not as happy, as the very angels that now sing high hosannas before the throne of the Most High!

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Last Days Religious Spirit

Rick Joyner

On February the 16th, 1995 I was given a dream in which I saw a great army from hell that had been released against the church. Two days later I was given a vision in which I saw this diabolical horde again, but in much greater detail. This is an abbreviated version of the first part of that vision. The second part will appear in the next edition of The Morning Star Journal.

There are some aspects of this vision that were honestly repulsive, but I have tried to share it just the way I saw it. The works of darkness are repulsive in the most profound sense of that word, and we must recognize them as such.

In the first part of this vision I saw the degree to which this evil has its grip on believers, how many Christians are being used by the enemy, and what it will take to set them free. In the second part of the vision I saw a unified, glorious church rise up as a great army in the most pivotal battle of all time between light and darkness. This battle is already beginning to rage. Dreams and visions are usually metaphorical, and this one definitely is. Even so, what it represents is real, and is happening now. It was for this reason I decided to share it in this abbreviated form, even though it may at times seem incomplete. If you hear the Lord’s voice through this vision, do not harden your heart. Put on the whole armor of God, and prepare for the battle.

The Evil Army

I saw a demonic army so large that it stretched as far as I could see. It was separated into divisions, with each carrying a different banner. The foremost and most powerful divisions were Pride, Self-righteousness, Respectability, Selfish Ambition, and Unrighteous Judgment, but the largest of all was Jealousy. The leader of this vast army was the Accuser of the Brethren himself. I knew that there were many more evil divisions beyond my scope of vision, but these were the vanguard of this terrible horde from hell that was now being released against the church.

The weapons carried by this horde had names on them: the swords were named Intimidation; the spears were named Treachery; and their arrows were named Accusations, Gossip, Slander and Faultfinding. Scouts and smaller companies of demons with such names as Rejection, Bitterness, Impatience, Unforgiveness and Lust were sent in advance of this army to prepare for the main attack. I knew in my heart that the church had never faced anything like this before.

The main assignment of this army was to cause division. It was sent to attack every level of relationship–churches with each other, congregations with their pastors, husbands and wives, children and parents, and even children with each other. The scouts were sent to locate the openings in churches, families or individuals that rejection, bitterness, lust, etc., could exploit and make a larger breech for the divisions that were coming.

The most shocking part of this vision was that this horde was not riding on horses, but on Christians! Most of them were well-dressed, respectable, and had the appearance of being refined and educated. These were Christians who had opened

themselves to the powers of darkness to such a degree that the enemy could use them and they would think they were being used by God. The Accuser knows that a house divided cannot stand, and this army represented his ultimate attempt to bring such complete division to the church that she would completely fall from grace.

The Prisoners

Trailing behind these first were a vast multitude of other Christians who were prisoners of this army. They were all wounded, and were guarded by little demons of Fear. There seemed to be more prisoners than there were demons in the army. Surprisingly, these prisoners still had their swords and shields, but they did not use them. It was shocking to see that so many could be kept captive by so few of these little demons of Fear. These could have easily been destroyed or driven off if the prisoners had just used their weapons.

Above the prisoners the sky was black with vultures named Depression. These would land on the shoulders of a prisoner and vomit on him. The vomit was Condemnation. When the vomit hit a prisoner he would stand up and march a little straighter for a while, and then slump over, even weaker than before. Again, I wondered why the prisoners did not simply kill these vultures with their swords, which they could have easily done.

Occasionally a weak prisoner would stumble and fall. As soon as he or she hit the ground, the other prisoners would begin stabbing them with their swords, scorning them as they did so. They would then call for the vultures to begin devouring the fallen one even before they were dead.

As I watched, I realized that these prisoners thought that the vomit of Condemnation was truth from God. Then I understood that these prisoners actually thought they were marching in the army of God! This is why they did not kill the little demons of fear, or the vultures–they thought these were messengers from God! The darkness from the cloud of vultures made it so hard for these prisoners to see that they naively accepted everything that happened to them as being from the Lord.

The only food provided for these prisoners was the vomit from the vultures. Those who refused to eat it simply weakened until they fell. Those who did eat it were strengthened, but with the strength of the evil one. They would then begin to vomit on the others. When one began to do this a demon that was waiting for a ride would be given this one and he or she would be promoted to the front divisions.

Even worse than the vomit from the vultures was a repulsive slime that these demons were urinating and defecating upon the Christians they rode. This slime was the pride, selfish ambition, etc., that was the nature of the division they were a part of. However, this slime made the Christians feel so much better than the condemnation that they easily believed that the demons were messengers of God, and they actually thought this slime was the anointing of the Holy Spirit.

Then the voice of the Lord came to me saying, “This is the beginning of the enemy’s last day army. This is Satan’s ultimate deception, and his ultimate power of destruction is released when he uses Christians to attack other Christians.

Throughout the ages he has used this army, but never has he been able to capture so many to be used for his evil purposes. Do not fear. I have an army too. You must now stand and fight, because there is no longer any place to hide from this war. You must fight for My kingdom, for truth, and for those who have been deceived”

I had been so repulsed and outraged by the evil army that I had wanted to die rather than live in such a world. However, this word from the Lord was so encouraging that I immediately began yelling to the Christian prisoners that they were deceived, thinking that they would listen to me. When I did this, it seemed that the whole army turned to look at me, but I kept yelling. I thought that the Christians were going to wake up and realize what was happening to them, but instead many of them started reaching for their arrows to shoot at me. The others just hesitated as if they did not know what to make of me. I knew then that I had done this prematurely, and that it had been a very foolish mistake.

The Battle Begins

Then I turned and saw the army of the Lord standing behind me. There were thousands of soldiers, but we were still greatly outnumbered. Only a small number were fully dressed in their armor so that most were only partially protected. A large number were already wounded. Most of those who had all of their armor still had very small shields which I knew would not protect them from the onslaught that was coming. The majority of these soldiers were women and children.

Behind this army there was a trailing mob similar to the prisoners who followed the evil army, but very different in nature. These seemed to be very happy people, and were playing games, singing songs, feasting and roaming about from one little camp to the next. It reminded me of the atmosphere at Woodstock. I tried to raise my voice above the clamor to warn them that it was not the time for this, that the battle was about to begin, but only a few could even hear my voice. Those who did gave me the “peace sign” and said they did not believe in war, and that the Lord would not let anything bad happen to them. I tried to explain that the Lord had given us armor for a reason, but they just retorted that they had come to a place of peace and joy where nothing would happen to them. I began praying earnestly for the Lord to increase the faith (shields) of those with the armor, to help us protect those who were not ready for the battle.

A messenger came up to me, gave me a trumpet and told me to blow it quickly. I did, and those who had on at least some of their armor immediately responded, snapping to attention. More armor was brought to them, which they put on quickly. I noticed that those who had wounds did not put armor over their wounds, but before I could say anything about this enemy arrows began raining down on us. Everyone who did not have on all of his or her armor was wounded. Those who had not covered their wounds were struck again in the same place.

Those who were hit by arrows of slander immediately began to slander those who were not wounded. Those who were hit with gossip began to gossip, and soon a major division had been created within our camp. Then vultures swooped down to pick up the wounded to deliver them into the camp of prisoners. The wounded still had swords and could have smitten the vultures easily, but they didn’t. They were

actually carried off willingly because they were so angry at the rest of us.

The scene among those in the camp behind our army was even worse. There seemed to be total chaos. Thousands lay on the ground wounded and groaning. Many of those who were not wounded just sat in a stupor of unbelief. The wounded and those who sat in unbelief were being quickly carried away by the vultures. Some were trying to help the wounded, and keep the vultures off of them, but the wounded were so angry they would threaten and drive away those who were trying to help them.

Many who were not wounded were simply running as fast as they could from the scene of battle. This first encounter with the enemy was so devastating that I was tempted to join them in their flight. Then, very quickly, some of these began reappearing with full suits of armor on, and large shields. The mirth of the party had changed into an awesome resolve. They began to take the places of those who had fallen, and even began forming new ranks to protect the rear and flanks. These brought great courage, and everyone resolved to stand and fight until death. Immediately three great angels named Faith, Hope and Love came and stood behind us, and everyone’s shield began to grow.

The High-Way

We had swords named the Word of God, and arrows that were named for biblical truths. We wanted to shoot back, but did not know how to without hitting the Christians that were ridden by the demons. Then it occurred to us that if these Christians were hit with truth they would wake up and fight off their oppressors. I fired off a arrows. Almost all of them hit Christians. However, when the arrow of truth went into them, they did not wake up, or fall down wounded–they became enraged, and the demon riding on them grew much larger. This shocked everyone, and we began to feel that this may be an impossible battle to win, but with Faith, Hope and Love we were very confident that we could at least hold our own ground. Another angel named Wisdom then appeared and directed us to fight from the mountain behind us.

On the mountain there were ledges at different levels for as high as you could see. At each higher level the ledges became narrower, and harder to stand on. Each level was named after a biblical truth. The lower levels were named after foundational truths such as “Salvation,” “Sanctification,” “Prayer,” “Faith” etc., and the higher levels were named after more advanced biblical truths. The higher we climbed, the larger both our shields and our swords grew, and fewer of the enemy arrows could reach that position.

A Tragic Mistake

Some who had stayed on the lower levels began picking up the enemy arrows and shooting them back. This was a tragic mistake. The demons easily dodged the arrows and let them hit the Christians. When a Christian was hit by one of the arrows of Accusation or Slander, a demon of Bitterness or Rage would fly in and perch on that arrow. He would then begin to urinate and defecate his poison upon that Christian. When a Christian had two or three of these demons added to the Pride or

Self-righteousness he already had, he began to change into the contorted image of the demons themselves.

We could see this happening from the higher levels, but those on the lower levels who were using the enemy’s arrows could not see it. Half of us decided to keep climbing, while the other half descended back to the lower levels to explain to those still on them what was happening. Everyone was then warned to keep climbing and not stop, except for a few who stationed themselves on each level to keep the other soldiers moving higher.

Safety

When we reached the level called “The Unity of the Brethren,” none of the enemy’s arrows could reach us. Many in our camp decided that was as far as they needed to climb. I understood this because with each new level the footing was more precarious. However, I also felt much stronger and more skillful with my weapons the higher I went, so I continued climbing.

Soon my skills were good enough to shoot and hit the demons without hitting the Christians. I felt that if I kept going higher I could shoot far enough to hit the leaders of the evil horde who stayed behind their army. I was sorry that so many had stopped on the lower levels, where they were safe but could not hit the enemy. Even so, the strength and character that grew in those who kept climbing made them great champions, each of which I knew would destroy many of the enemy.

At each level there were arrows of Truth scattered about which I knew were left from those who had fallen from that position. All of the arrows were named after the Truth of that level. Some were reluctant to pick up these arrows, but I knew we needed all that we could to destroy the great horde below. I picked one up, shot it, and so easily hit a demon that the others started picking them up and shooting them. We began to decimate several of the enemy divisions. Because of this, the entire evil army focused its attention on us. For a time it seemed the more we achieved the more we were opposed. Though our task seemed endless, it had become exhilarating.

The Word Is Our Anchor

Our swords grew as we reached each level. I almost left mine behind because I did not seem to need it at the higher levels. I finally decided that it had been given to me for a purpose, so I had better keep it. I drove it into the ground and tied myself to it while I shot at the enemy. The voice of the Lord then came to me, saying: “You have used the wisdom that will enable you to keep climbing. Many have fallen because they did not use their sword properly to anchor themselves.” No one else seemed to hear this voice, but many saw what I had done and did the same thing.

I wondered why the Lord had not spoken to me before I had made this decision. I then had a sense of knowing that He had already spoken this to me somehow. Then I perceived that my whole life had been training for this hour. I was prepared to the degree that I had listened to the Lord and obeyed Him throughout my life. I also knew that for some reason the wisdom and understanding I now had could not be added to or taken away from while in this battle. I became profoundly thankful for

every trial I had experienced in my life, and sorry for not appreciating them more at the time.

Soon we were hitting the demons with almost perfect accuracy. Rage rose from the enemy army like fire and brimstone. I knew that the Christians trapped in that army were now feeling the brunt of that rage. Unable to hit us they were now shooting at each other. With his arrows now ineffective against us, the enemy sent the vultures to attack. Those who had not used their swords as anchors were able to strike down many of the vultures, but they too were being knocked from the ledges where they were standing. Some of these landed on a lower level, but some fell all the way to the bottom and were picked up and carried off by the vultures.

A New Weapon

The arrows of Truth would rarely penetrate the vultures, but they hurt them enough to drive them back. Every time they were driven back some of us would climb to the next level. When we reached the level called “Galatians Two Twenty,” we were above the altitude that the vultures could fly. At this level the sky above almost blinded us with its brightness and beauty. I felt peace like I had never felt it before.

Previously much of my fighting spirit had really been motivated out of as much hatred and disgust for the enemy as it had been for the sake of the kingdom, truth, and love for the prisoners. But it was on this level that I caught up to Faith, Hope and Love, which before I had only been following at a distance. On this level I was almost overpowered by their glory. When I caught up to them they turned to me, and began repairing and shining my armor. Soon it was completely transformed and exuded the glory that was in them. When they touched my sword, great bolts of brilliant lightning began flashing from it. Love then said, “Those who reach this level are entrusted with the powers of the age to come, but I must teach you how to use them.”

The “Galatians Two Twenty” level was so wide that there was no longer any danger of falling. There were also unlimited arrows with the name Hope written on them. We shot some of them down at the vultures, and these arrows killed them easily. About half who had reached this level kept shooting while the others began carrying these arrows down to those still on the lower levels.

The vultures kept coming in waves upon the levels below, but with each one there would be fewer than before. From “Galatians Two Twenty” we could hit any enemy in the army except the leaders themselves, who were still out of range. We decided not to use the arrows of Truth until we had destroyed all of the vultures, because the cloud of depression they created made the truth less effective. This took a very long time, but we never got tired.

Faith, Hope and Love, who had grown like our weapons with each level, were now so large that I knew people far beyond the battle area could see them. Their glory even radiated into the camp of prisoners who were still under a great cloud of vultures. The exhilaration continued to grow in all of us. I felt that being in this army, in this battle, had to be one of the greatest adventures of all time.

After destroying most of the vultures that had been attacking our mountain, we

began picking off the vultures that had covered the prisoners. As the cloud of darkness began dissipating and the sun began to shine down on them, they began to wake up as if they had been in a deep sleep. They were immediately repulsed by their condition, especially by the vomit that still covered them, and began cleaning themselves up. As they beheld Faith, Hope and Love, they saw the mountain we were on and began running for it. The evil horde rained arrows of Accusation and Slander at them, but they did not stop. By the time they got to the mountain many had a dozen or more arrows stuck in them, but seemed not to even notice. As soon as they began to scale the mountain their wounds began to heal. With the cloud of depression being dispelled it seemed as if everything was getting much easier.

The Trap

The former prisoners had great joy in their salvation. They seemed so overwhelmed with appreciation for each level as they began to scale the mountain that it gave us a greater appreciation for those truths. Soon a fierce resolve to fight the enemy also arose in the former prisoners. They put on the armor provided and begged to be allowed to go back and attack the enemy. We thought about it, but then decided we should all stay on the mountain to fight. Again the voice of the Lord spoke, saying: “A second time you have chosen wisdom. You cannot win if you try to fight the enemy on his own ground, but must remain on My Holy mountain.”

I was stunned that we had made another decision of such importance by just thinking and discussing it briefly. I then resolved to do my best to not make another decision of any consequence without prayer. Wisdom then stepped up to me quickly, took both of my shoulders firmly and looked me intensely in the eyes, saying: “You must do this!” I then noticed that, even though I had been on the broad plateau of “Galatians Two Twenty,” I had drifted to the very edge without even knowing it, and could have easily fallen. I looked again into the eyes of Wisdom, and he said with the utmost seriousness, “Take heed when you think you stand, lest you fall. In this life you can fall from any level.”

The Serpents

For a long time we continued killing the vultures and picking off the demons that were riding the Christians. We found that the arrows of different Truths would have more of an impact on different demons. We knew that it was going to be a long battle, but we were not taking any more casualties now, and we had already passed the level of “Patience.” Even so, after these Christians had the demons shot off of them, few would come to the mountain. Many had taken on the nature of the demons, and continued in their delusion without them. As the darkness of the demons dissipated we could see the ground moving around the feet of these Christians. Then I saw that their legs were bound by serpents called Shame.

We shot arrows of truth at the serpents, but they had little effect. We then tried the arrows of Hope, but without result. From “Galatians Two Twenty” it was very easy to go higher, so we started up to the higher levels. Soon we happened upon a garden that was the most beautiful place I had ever seen. Over the entrance to this garden was written, “The Father’s Unconditional Love.” It was the most glorious and inviting doorway I had ever seen, so we were compelled to enter. As soon as we did, we

saw the Tree of Life in the middle of this garden. It was still guarded by angels of awesome strength. They looked as if they had been expecting us, so we had the courage to pass them and walk up to the tree. One of them said, “Those who make it to this level, who know the Father’s love, can eat.”

I did not realize how hungry I was. When I tasted the fruit, it was better than anything I had ever tasted, but was also somehow familiar. It brought memories of sunshine, rain, beautiful fields, the sun setting over the ocean, but even more than that, of the people I loved. With every bite I loved everything and everyone more. Then my enemies started coming to mind, and I loved them, too. The feeling was soon greater than anything I had ever experienced, even the peace on “Galatians Two Twenty.” Then I heard the voice of the Lord, and He said, “This is now your daily bread. It shall never be withheld from you. You may eat as much and as often as you like. There is no end to My love.”

I looked up into the tree to see where the voice had come from, and saw that it was filled with pure white eagles. They had the most beautiful, penetrating eyes I have ever seen. They were looking at me as if waiting for instructions. One of the angels said, “They will do your bidding. These eagles eat snakes.” I said, “Go! Devour the shame that has bound our brothers.” They opened their wings and a great wind came that lifted them into the air. These eagles filled the sky with a blinding glory. Even as high as we were, I could hear the sounds of terror from the enemy camp at the sight of these eagles coming toward them.

The Lord Jesus Himself then stood in our midst. He touched each one, then said, “I must now share with you what I shared with your brothers after My ascension– the message of My kingdom. The enemy’s most powerful army has now been put to flight, but not destroyed. Now it is time for us to march forth with the gospel of My kingdom. The eagles have been released and will go with us. We will take arrows from every level, but I am your Sword, and I am your Captain. It is now time for the Sword of the Lord to be unsheathed.”

I then turned and saw that the entire army of the Lord was standing in that garden. There were men women and children from all races and nations, each carrying their banners that moved in the wind with perfect unity. I knew that nothing like this had been seen in the earth before. I knew that the enemy had many more armies, and fortresses throughout the earth, but none could stand before this great army. I said almost under my breath, “This must be the day of the Lord.” The whole host then answered in an awesome thunder, “The day of the Lord of Hosts has come.” 

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