Swig

A friend of mine wrote a song about the writings and life of Jim Elliot. It made me think more about some of the expressive things he's said. Awhile back I culled the best, minus one I still cannot find. Here they are:

"[He makes] His ministers a flame of fire. Am I ignitable? God deliver me from the dread asbestos of 'other things.' Saturate me with the oil of the Spirit that I may be aflame. But flame is transient, often short-lived. Canst thou bear this my soul—short life? In me there dwells the spirit of the Great Short-Lived, whose zeal for God's house consumed Him." 

"God, I pray Thee, light these idle sticks of my life and may I burn for Thee. Consume my life, my God, for it is Thine. I seek not a long life, but a full one, like you, Lord Jesus."

I can drink the richness of the passion in these aspirations.