In Winnipeg, we met Henry Unrau, who laboured dreadfully under the Law, thinking he was doing God service. He was a tormented soul but a very self-righteous one who, while seeking counsel and help, quite believed that he was in a position of counseling and helping instead toward those who were not enslaved by service of the letter as was he. What ironies and contradictions in man!
There are those who worship God
And try to do His will their way
Like a horse which the Master has not broke,
But when finally they see that the means are meant to be,
Then the duty will be done His way.
His commandments are not hard,
It’s delight to do His will;
His yoke is easy and His burden light.
We know that truth will make us free
In Jesus Christ, simplicity,
And the joy of the Lord is our strength.
Substitutions He won’t have,
Those are not the things He wants;
We must learn to do exactly as He asks.
We have no wisdom in ourselves to decide the right from wrong;
We must hear Him tell us what and even how.
There is purpose everywhere
In all the smallest things He does
And though our understanding can’t see this,
Still to trust Him and obey is the one and only way
And if we do that we just can’t miss.
Winnipeg, MB; January 3, 1981
Deeper and deeper the Lord took us in Him. Now were we seeing good in evil and evil in good, that is, whereas we once thought we knew the difference, now we began to see more clearly. That which we thought was holy was otherwise, both within and without, and that which we thought was wrong was not always so. Needless to say, such experience brings its own torment but God brought us through and delivered us from evil.
We met Alan Gilbert, a young man who had been in a terrible car accident which left terrible consequences on body and mind. While he would put on a brave face, we knew it was a put-on. This song came to confront him with reality and to encourage him to repent and believe. He went away apparently as hardened as ever. The mystery of iniquity is something at which to marvel.
We encountered an incident wherein religious people, friendly and all, counseled us to reconsider an undertaking we knew was the Lord's leading. We were learning that Satan's servants are ever there, with Bible under arm, God's praises on their lips, prepared to do battle "with love." The strange thing is that while I recall the Lord giving me what to say to these people, I do not recall what those words were, so occupied I was with learning another lesson.