Austin Farrer on discipleship

Austin Farrer on discipleship

We must abandon ourselves to the will of Christ if we are to be his disciples. The secret of it is, always to do cheerfully what the manifest will of God calls us to do. Let no one ask, Where is the will of God? Pray with your heart, and ask him the question. You will quickly be reminded of what he wants you to do. Your mother likes to have your letters: do you write? There is a not very successful person who wants a share of your company: do you brush him off? If you are to do good work, you must sleep: why don’t you keep proper hours? How do you employ your imagination when you are alone? Couldn’t you employ it better? I am talking of everyone’s omissions, everyone’s careless ways, merely to remind you that there is always a road along which you can put your good foot foremost in the doing of God’s manifest will. The trouble about us may not so much be that  we are ill-natured or vicious, but that we are just bad disciples. We do not do the things we are called to do, or we do them late, and with reluctance.

from The Brink of Mystery, (SPCK, 1976), 90.

George Herbert on discipleship

George Herbert on Discipleship

The Collar

I Struck the board, and cry’d, No more.

I will abroad.

What? shall I ever sigh and pine?

My lines and life are free; free as the rode,

Loose as the winde, as large as store.

Shall I be still in suit?

Have I no harvest but a thorn

To let me bloud, and not restore

What I have lost with cordiall fruit?

Sure there was wine

Before my sighs did drie it: there was corn

Before my tears did drown it.

Is the yeare onely lost to me?

Have I no bayes to crown it?

No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted?

All wasted?

Not so, my heart: but there is fruit,

And thou hast hands.

Recover all thy sigh-blown age

On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute

Of what is fit, and not. Forsake thy cage,

Thy rope of sands,

Which pettie thoughts have made, and made to thee

Good cable, to enforce and draw,

And be thy law,

While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.

Away; take heed:

I will abroad.

Call in thy deaths head there: tie up thy fears.

He that forbears

To suit and serve his need,

Deserves his load.

But as I rav’d and grew more fierce and wilde

At every word,

Me thoughts I heard one calling, Childe:

And I reply’d, MyLord.

from The Temple (1633)