Monday, March 28, 2016
The Beautiful Melting of Christmas Evans
I've recently experienced a spiritual melting, as God warmed my heart, refreshing my soul, and bringing a fresh infusion of faith, joy, and peace. Like my friends at the post office, I can't help but bubble over with it, "What a beautiful Savior we have! It's great to see the Son shine!" (I've found, over the years, I need regular, repeated renewings to stay filled up and fired up spiritually. Praise God! He gives free refills!)
I am reminded of a passage in Oswald Smith's little book, The Revival We Need that shares this delightful account from the great Welsh minister, Christmas Evans. What a beautiful melting!
"I was weary of a cold heart towards Christ and His sacrifice, and the work of His Spirit---of a cold heart in the pulpit, in secret prayer, and in study, for fifteen years previously, I had felt my heart burning within, as if going to Emmaus with Jesus.
"On a day ever to be remembered by me, as I was climbing up towards Cadair Idris, I considered it to be incumbent upon me to pray, however hard I felt in my heart, and however worldly the frame of my spirit was. Having begun in the name of Jesus, I soon felt, as it were, the fetters loosening, and the old hardness of heart softening, and, as I thought, mountains of frost and snow dissolving and melting within me.
"This engendered confidence in my soul in the promise of the Holy Ghost. I felt my whole mind relieved from some great bondage; tears flowed copiously, and I was constrained to cry out for the gracious visits of God, by restoring to my soul the joys of His salvation; and that He would visit the churches of the saints, and nearly all the ministers in the principality by their names.
"This struggle lasted for three hours: it rose again and again, like one wave after another, or a high flowing tide, driven by a strong wind, until my nature became faint by weeping and crying. Thus I resigned myself to Christ, body and soul, gifts and labors--all my life---every day, and every hour that remained for me; and all my cares I committed to Christ.
"From this time I was made to expect the goodness of God to churches, and to myself. In the first religious meetings after this, I felt as if I had been removed from the cold and sterile regions of spiritual frost, into the verdant fields of Divine promises." --Christmas Evans.