Lost In Christ, A. B. Simpson
“A dear friend once sent me a picture from Rome, with a prayer that it might be fulfilled in me. It was a photograph of the old painting of John leaning on Jesus’ breast. As I studied it, I noticed that I could not see the face of John at all. The form of his head was visible, but his face was buried in the bosom of Jesus, and the master’s face was beaming over him and covering him with its light and love.Yes, that was John. He was lost in Christ. His personal consciousness was merged in his Master’s person, and he had found that the true secret of the death of self is the love of Jesus. I go back in memory to the time when He first came to me in this way and taught me to trust His presence and lean in prayer upon Him every moment. I came to realize it quietly, for there was nothing startling about it. Day after day the consciousness became clearer that God was here. I did not have to mount up to the sky to find Him. I never whispered to Him but He answered, “Here am I.” Oh, how precious it is to be overshadowed thus by the cloud of His presence! ”
A. B. Simpson (1843-1919)
