[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0921":3},"SEPTEMBER 21\r\nI count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus, my Lord (Phil. 3.8).\r\nThis is the happy season of ripening cornfields, of the merry song of the reapers, of the secured and garnered grain. But let me\r\nhearken to the sermon of the field. This is its solemn word to me.\r\nYou must die in order to live. You must refuse to consult your own\r\nease and well-being. You must be crucified, not only in desires and    habits which are sinful, but in many more which appear innocent and right.\r\nIf you would save others, you cannot save yourself. If you would bear much fruit you must be buried in darkness and solitude.\r\nMy heart fails me as I listen. But when Jesus asks it let me tell\r\nmyself that it is my high dignity to enter into the fellowship of\r\nHis sufferings; and thus I am in the best of company. And let me    ten myself again that it is all meant to make me a vessel meet for  His use. His own Calvary has blossomed into fertility; and so shall\r\nmine. Plenty out of pain, life out of death: is it not the law of the Kingdom? --In the Hour of Silence.\r\nDo we call it dying when the bud bursts into flower? --Selected.\r\n\r\nFinding, following, keeping, struggling, Is He sure to bless?\r\nSaints, apostles, prophets, martyrs, Answer, \"Yes.\"",1783499793873]