“Ye are not your own” (I. Cor. vi. 19).
What a privilege that we may consecrate ourselves. What a mercy that God
will take us worthless worms. What rest and comfort lie hidden in those
words, “Not my own.” Not responsible for my salvation, not burdened by my
cares, not obliged to live for my interests, but altogether His; redeemed,
owned, saved, loved, kept in the strong, unchanging arms of His
everlasting love. Oh, the rest from sin and self and cankering care which
true consecration brings! To be able to give Him our poor weak life, with
its awful possibilities and its utter helplessness, and know that He will
accept it, and take a joy and pride in making out of it the utmost
possibilities of blessing, power and usefulness; to give all, and find in
so doing we have gained all; to be so yielded to Him in entire self
surrender, that He is bound to care for us as for Himself. We are putting
ourselves in the hands of a loving Father, more solicitous for our good
than we can be and only wanting us to be fully submitted to Him that He
may be more free to bless us.