• “I, being in the Bastille, said to Thee, O my God, If thou art pleased to render me a spectacle to men and angels, thy holy will be done! All I ask is that thou wilt be with and save those who love thee.” – Madame Guyon

Life On Wings by Carrie Judd Montgomery

In this dispensation of the Holy Spirit, you will still find here and there, among all denominations of Christians, this cry uttered by sorrowing and yearning souls. They belong to Christ, and yet there is a divided heart. Somewhat of self is left, and consequently there is unrest. Because they are not entirely anchored in God, they are oppressed and perplexed by care and anxiety, they bear their own burdens instead of casting them upon the Lord, and their souls become so weary and sorrowful that they long to fly away away into the wilderness and be at rest.

Beloved, are you thus longing to fly away? It is the blessed Spirit of God putting that desire into your heart. But He knows that earthly wings would not do you any good. You could not fly far enough with them to get away from your troubles. Your own heart, with all its aches and burdens, would still be with you, though you would fly to the farthest bounds of the world, or take refuge in the uttermost parts of the sea.

It is the Holy Ghost who is making you cry out for spiritual wings that shall lift you out of yourself, and above all the cares and sorrows of the crawling existence you have hitherto known.

It is the Holy Ghost who is making you cry out for spiritual wings that shall lift you out of yourself, and above all the cares and sorrows of the crawling existence you have hitherto known. The blessed Spirit has the wings all ready for you, and He will teach you how to use them. 

There is a wonderful description of this wing life in Deut. xxxii. 11. What a picture is this of the eagle, and it is true to life. When the little eaglets will not fly, when they shrink back from the yawning precipice, and refuse to use their wings, then the mother eagle “stirreth up her nest.” She knows that the nest is too cramped, and the young eagles have no room to grow.

A minister was an eye witness to such a scene as is described here. He had climbed to a neighboring mountain crag, and he saw the mother eagle, with her strong beak, tear in pieces the nest in which the little ones had reposed so long. Then, one by one, she pushed them off the crag, balancing herself beneath them to catch them as they fell. She “spreadeth abroad her wings, taketh them, beareth them on her wings,” and the Word adds, applying the illustration to Jacob, “So the Lord alone did lead him, and there was no strange god with him. He made him ride on the high places of the earth.”

Has He been tearing up your nest, breaking up that reposeful place which you had made for yourself, and in which you expected to stay all your life? He wants to force you out of that poor, narrow nest which was cramping your wings, that He may teach you to fly

Dear ones, is this the way that God has been dealing with you? Has He been tearing up your nest, breaking up that reposeful place which you had made for yourself, and in which you expected to stay all your life? He wants to force you out of that poor, narrow nest which was cramping your wings, that He may teach you to fly abroad through the clear, sweet atmosphere of His unbounded grace, singing His praise. Fear not to venture on God, for the Everlasting Arms are underneath you, and shall bear you up as on eagle’s pinions. The little eaglet can fall nowhere except upon its mother’s wings.

Beloved, can you not trust your Father’s love? Do not look at the black gulf which yawns below you, but consider the strength of the Everlasting Arms which are ready to catch you if you falter or fall. Then use your wings bravely, mount up and soar onward and sunward, higher and still higher, for it is God’s promise to you, “They shall mount up with wings as eagles.’

May God give the wonderful peace and joy of this wing-life to each of you! He gave it to me some time ago, and I have never lost the comfort of its blessed reality.

May God give the wonderful peace and joy of this wing-life to each of you! He gave it to me some time ago, and I have never lost the comfort of its blessed reality. He taught me to mount up by simple faith. He taught me that I must reckon myself dead indeed to sin and alive to God, and as I reckoned this to be true, on the authority of God’s word, He made the reckonings of faith real to me. He came to live within me and to live out through me His own purity, so that I got free from the old self-life by mounting up on the wings of His holiness. But I wanted not only purity but power.

There is a baptism of the Holy Spirit’s power which can make the feeblest human instrumentalities filled with heavenly dynamite, and I longed for it. I had been so useless all the past years of my Christian life, never testifying for Him and not leading one soul to Christ, but, oh, when I surrendered to God in absolute consecration, He filled me in over-flowing measure with His Spirit of power. When the heart is so full it must run over, and mine has been running over in testimony ever since.

Beloved, have you these eagle wings? Have you waited on the Lord with a perfect consecration and an earnest expectation of receiving them? Are you dead, and is your “life hid with Christ in God?” Can you say, “Not I but Christ liveth in me?’ If you live no longer, and Christ alone lives in you, He will meet and overcome temptation for you at every point. As long as the self life continues, I shall yield more or less to doubt and sin, but with self crucified, and Jesus reigning, my Strong Deliverer repels every foe.

May God search your hearts by the Holy Ghost. You know whether this experience is true of you or not. You may rise in a meeting and give a happy testimony, but you know whether this is your testimony, all the day long. You know in your own consciousness whether or not you are soaring on wings above all your daily cares.

Even after my sins were forgiven I used to fret and worry. I used to believe that some things worked together for my good, but now I know that all things do.

Even after my sins were forgiven I used to fret and worry. I used to believe that some things worked together for my good, but now I know that all things do. The lives of some Christians are filled with regrets and remorse, but in this wonderful wing-life there can be no regret. “As many as are led by the Spirit of God they are the sons of God.” We trust Him to lead us, and believe He does lead us, and therefore we need never look backward with regret.

God will take away from your heart all selfishness, and you will not think so much about getting joy in your heart as to give joy to the heart of Jesus. You will seek not your own honor, but His honor. You are not your own. You are espoused to Christ, and if you belong to Him entirely, you will never take yourself back again long enough to give yourself to Him over again. Will you not this very moment yield yourself unreservedly to Christ, determined by His grace nevermore to live the old life, and never lose your wings?”

 

From The Life of Praise by Carrie Judd Montgomery

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