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Making the Prayer Mine

<blockquote>"There, in the quiet of that late hour, I said to the Holy Spirit, 'My Lord, I have mistreated You all my Christian life. I have treated You like a servant. When I wanted You I called for You; when I was about to engage in some work I beckoned You to come and help me perform my task. I have kept You in the place of a servant. I have sought to use You only as a willing servant to help me in my self-appointed and chosen work. I shall do so no more. Just now I give You this body of mine; from my head to my feet, I give it to You. I give You my hands, my limbs, my eyes and lips, my brain; all that I am within and without, I hand over to You for You to live in it the life that You please. You may send this body to Africa, or lay it on a bed with cancer. You may blind the eyes, or send me with Your message to Tibet. You may take tthis body to the Eskimos, or send it to a hospital with pneumonia. It is your body from this moment on. Help Yourself to it. Thank You, my Lord, I believe You have accepted it, for in Romans twelve and one You said "Acceptable unto God." Thank You again, my Lord, for taking me. We now belong to each other.'"</blockquote>
Dale shared the prayer of <a href="http://www.wholesomewords.org/biography/biorpwilson.html">Dr. Walter L Wilson</a> with us yesterday. Dale and Helen are staying at our home, having arrived a few days before the 12th Christian Conference on Service that will be held at the Novotel Apollo.
The prayer strikes a chord within me, and I find myself in the same place as Walter Wilson. I have often treated the Holy Spirit like a slave to my own wants and needs, however altruistic or noble they might have been.
I want to be His servant. May God grant me the strength.

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