My own Story
It had been an eye-opening experience to meet up with enthusiastic young Christians at the Reading University Christian Union during the previous academic year. To be among so many young people who had an obvious deep love for Jesus was a refreshing new discovery. I had grown up in my local parish church, was confirmed and regular at Holy Communion, but what I discovered in the C. U. at University was something attractively different.
It was like living again in the days of the New Testament church. Would that we could re-catch the infectious fire of those days.
Henry Vaughan, one of the metaphysical poets of the 17th century, speaks of the early age of the church in these glowing words:
“It was a blessed and glorious age the Primitive Christians lived in….when the blood of Christ was yet warm, and the memory of his miracles and love were fresh and vigorous; what zeal, what powerful faith, what perfect charity, hearty humility, and true kindness was there then to be found on the earth?”
Re-kindling the Fire
As I read about some Christians in past ages who seem to have known Christ more closely than I do, it challenges me of my need to catch something of their ‘fire’ so that my own dying embers of love for Christ may be rekindled.
I want to reaffirm my faith in the One who is the most wonderful person to know – Christ Jesus my Lord, ‘whom to know is life eternal.’
When Jesus, the Stranger’ on the road to Emmaus, talked with the two disciples, this was their reaction:
“When he was at the table with them, he took bread, gave thanks, broke it and began to give it to them. Then their eyes were opened and they recognised him, and he disappeared from their sight. They asked each other, “Were not our hearts burning within us while he talked with us on the road and opened the Scriptures to us?” Luke 24 verse 20
‘O Lord take my mind and think through it
Take my lips and speak through them
Take my life and live out your life
and set my heart on fire with a love to you.’