
Excerpts from: How To Die To Self
By G.D. Watson
The more we are divinely illuminated, the more minutely and astonishingly do we apprehend the almost infinite blindness, foolishness and meanness of our past lives. How do we die to self and let Christ be all and all in us? Have we looked at the blessed Christ until we have obtained a clear conception of what it is to lose ourselves in union with Him? Have our spiritual eyes surveyed this blessed possibility, until its attainability in this life has become a settled conviction with us? Then have we calmly, deeply, irreversibly settled it that there shall be none of self and all of Christ? The first step toward this perfect death is to have a pure, divine motive. That motive must be nothing less than the ever blessed triune God Himself, that is, it must be the seeking of God as our all and in all, our last end, our exceeding great reward, so that it will be for His glory, His beauty, and praise, through us, and by us, and that we have no desire to exist except as a channel for His outflow, a chosen vessel for the embodiment of His life, and the outbeaming of His glorious attributes through us.
The deepest death to self lies in the motives and intentions, hence this all-
We must be exceedingly careful not to receive human honors or praise into our
hearts. If we open our hearts to receive this honor and in our thoughts feed upon
it as a social honey, or if we allow human praise to inflate our thought, it will
instantly breed a human self-
We must seek in everything to be child-
If any man will come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross
and follow Me. What is our daily cross? It is that one or more things which are
unavoidable in our lives, and which produce suffering of body or mind or heart. It
is that thing which in our poor judgment seems to hinder the easy flow of our religious
life. Sometimes our cross may be composed of a combination of things, but as a general
rule, it is some one instrument or cause of suffering to the soul. Were there no
suffering of some kind involved, then there could be no cross at all, for the only
thing in a cross is its pain. The Holy Spirit gives us to understand plainly that
the multitudes of jolly, ease-
It is your daily cross that makes you weep more than any other thing; that sends you to frequent prayer; that leads you to ransack the promises; that makes you cry out, like Jesus, Father, why is this? that causes you to put both arms around the neck of your Saviour in yearning love; that makes you sick of earth and self; that gives you wistful longings for heaven.
There is an hallucination about getting free from our daily cross which needs
to be broken; it is a day-
People fancy that to love the cross is to love the cross on which Jesus died.
No; it means loving that very cross in our lives that drives us into deep oneness
with Christ; it is to meekly, patiently, loving embrace to our inner heart the very
principle of self-
How long it takes to accept our daily trials as a gift direct from the hands of
our Lord! It is by persevering prayer that we get on the sunny side of every sorrow,
and on the triumphant side of every trial. Our daily cross cutting its way into our
life’s core by being folded round and round with many tears and loving prayers, becomes
in our souls the very pearl of Christ-
The word crucifixion, as it applies to us in the Christian sense, may be defined as any pain or suffering which renders us dead to sin or to self. There may be many kinds of sorrow and suffering which do not serve the purpose of true crucifixion. In order that suffering may be a thorough mortification to us, it must be put in the will of God, and yielded to the operation of the Holy spirit. When we yield ourselves absolutely up to God, and trust Him to take charge of every particle of our being and life and circumstances, it is then that His omnipotence takes gentle and firm possession of all our trials and sufferings, and makes them work a true crucifixion in us.
It does not matter what the occasion of the suffering may be. It may come from
our own sins, or poverty, or ill-
When we suffer so severe and so long that we become dead to it, and divinely indifferent as to how much we suffer or how long it will continue; when the suffering soul reaches a calm, sweet carelessness, when it can inwardly smile at its own suffering, and does not even ask God to deliver it from the suffering, then it has wrought its blessed ministry; then patience has its perfect work; then the crucifixion begins to weave itself into a crown.
In such a condition, our whole being lies perfectly still under the hand of
God; every faculty of the mind and will and heart are at last subdued; a quietness
of eternity settles down into the whole being; the tongue grows still, and has but
few words to say; it stops asking God questions; it stops crying Why hast Thou
forsaken me? The imagination stops building air-
Oh, the blessedness of being absolutely conquered! Of losing our own strength, and wisdom, and goodness, and plans, and desires, and being, where every atom of our nature is like placid Galilee under the omnipotent feet of our Jesus.
This uttermost crucifixion destroys the littleness and narrowness of the mind;
it gives an immensity to the sympathies, and an ocean-
Perfect suffering will untie the heart, and gently loosen every cord that binds
us to our foes or friends -