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How the waste places are pleading dumbly for the treasure that lies there in abundance, stored as it were in the seedvessels of God's garden that have not been broken, not emptied for His world, not freed for His use. HOW THE WASTE PLACES ARE PLEADING DUMBLY FOR THE TREASURE THAT LIES THERE IN ABUNDANCE STORED AS IT WERE IN THE SEED VESSELS OF GOD'S GARDEN THAT HAVE NOT BEEN BROKEN NOT EMPTIED FOR HIS WORLD NOT FREED FOR HIS USE
s own touch shrivel it into death. See how this bit of oat-grass is emptying itself out. Look at the wide-openness with which the seed-sheaths loose all that they have to yield, and then the patient content with which they fold their hands--the content of finished work. "She hath done what she could." Oh, the depth of rest that falls on the soul when the voice of the Beloved speaks those words! Will they be said to us? The seed-vessel hopes for nothing again: it seeks only the chance of shedding itself: its purpose is fulfilled when the wind shakes forth the last seed, and the flower-stalk is beaten low by the autumn storms. It not only spends, but is "spent out" (R. V.) at last. It is through Christ's poverty that we are rich--"as poor" in their turn "yet making many rich" is the mark of those who follow His steps. Are we following His steps; are we? How the dark places of the earth are crying out for all the powers of giving and living and loving that are locked up in hearts at home!  OF SELF THAT NEEDS BREAKING STILL AND MAY HIS OWN TOUCH SHRIVEL IT INTO DEATH SEE HOW THIS BIT OF OAT GRASS IS EMPTYING ITSELF OUT LOOK AT THE WIDE OPENNESS WITH WHICH THE SEED SHEATHS LOOSE ALL THAT THEY HAVE TO YIELD AND THEN THE PATIENT CONTENT WITH WHICH THEY FOLD THEIR HANDS THE CONTENT OF FINISHED WORK SHE HATH DONE WHAT SHE COULD O THE DEPTH OF REST THAT FALLS ON THE SOUL WHEN THE VOICE OF THE BELOVED SPEAKS THOSE WORDS WILL THEY BE SAID TO US THE SEED VESSEL HOPES FOR NOTHING AGAIN IT SEEKS ONLY CHANCE OF SHEDDING ITSELF ITS PURPOSE IS FULFILLED WHEN THE WIND SHAKES FORTH THE LAST SEED AND THE FLOWER STALK IS BEATEN LOW BY THE AUTUMN STORMS IT NOT ONLY SPENDS BUT IS SPENT OUT AT LAST IT IS THROUGH CHRIST'S POVERTY THAT WE ARE RICH AS POOR IN THEIR TURN YET MAKING MANY RICH IS THE MARK OF THOSE WHO FOLLOW HIS STEPS ARE WE FOLLOWING HIS STEPS ARE WE HOW THE DARK PLACES OF EARTH ARE CRYING OUT FOR ALL THE POWERS OF GIVING AND LIVING AND LOVING THAT ARE LOCKED UP IN HEARTS AT HOME
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