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S. D. Gordon. Quiet Talks on Power
Quiet Talks on Power
Table of Contents
CHOKED CHANNELS
An Odd Distinction
The Night Visitor
Tightly Tied Up
The Master's Ideal
An Unlikely Channel
A Clogged Channel
THE OLIVET MESSAGE
Searchlight Sights
The Olivet Message
A Double Center
Five Essentials
Tarry
THE CHANNEL OF POWER
A Word that Sticks and Stings
A Mother-Heart
Your Personality Needed
God's Sub-Headquarters
The Highest Law of Action
THE PRICE OF POWER
Law of Exchange
In the Footprints of Jesus
A Fixed Purpose
A Character Sketch
Unmasked
The Battle of the Forks
Lock-Step
THE PERSONALITY OF POWER
A Personally Conducted Journey
Power is a Person
A Significant Name
A Pictorial Illustration
On a Higher Level
How to Find the Meaning
MAKING AND BREAKING CONNECTIONS
Many Experiences, but One Law
A Four-Sided Truth
Broken Couplings
The Real Battlefield
Power Manifest in Action
Three Laws of Continuous Power
THE FLOOD-TIDE OF POWER
God's Highest Ideal
A Transfigured Life
The All-Inclusive Passion
The Fullness of the Stature of a Man
Saved and Sent to Serve
The Music of the Wind Harp
FRESH SUPPLIES OF POWER
"As the Dew."
A Transition Stage
The After-Teaching
Cross-Currents
Friends with God
A Bunch of Keys
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S. D. Gordon
Published by Good Press, 2019
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What Jesus did with her, He longs to do with you, and far more, if you will let Him; though his plan for using you may be utterly different from the one He had for her, and so the particular results different. Now let me ask very frankly why have we not all such power for our Master as she? The Master's plan is plain. He said "ye shall have power." But so many of us do not have! Why not? Well, possibly some of us are like Nicodemus—there is no power because of timidity, cowardice, fear of what they will think, or say. Possibly some of us are in the same condition spiritually that Lazarus was in physically. We are tied up tight, hands and feet and face. Some sin, some compromise, some hushing of that inner voice, something wrong. Some little thing, you may say. Humph! as though anything could be little that is wrong! Sin is never little!
Out in Colorado they tell of a little town nestled down at the foot of some hills—a sleepy-hollow village. You remember the rainfall is very slight out there, and they depend much upon irrigation. But some enterprising citizens ran a pipe up the hills to a lake of clear, sweet water. As a result the town enjoyed a bountiful supply of water the year round without being dependent upon the doubtful rainfall. And the population increased and the place had quite a western boom. One morning the housewives turned the water spigots, but no water came. There was some sputtering. There is apt to be noise when there is nothing else. The men climbed the hill. There was the lake full as ever. They examined around the pipes as well as possible, but could find no break. Try as they might, they could find no cause for the stoppage. And as days grew into weeks, people commenced moving away again, the grass grew in the streets, and the prosperous town was going back to its old sleepy condition when one day one of the town officials received a note. It was poorly written, with bad spelling and grammar, but he never cared less about writing or grammar than just then. It said in effect: "Ef you'll jes pull the plug out of the pipe about eight inches from the top you'll get all the water you want." Up they started for the top of the hill, and examining the pipe, found the plug which some vicious tramp had inserted. Not a very big plug—just big enough to fill the pipe. It is surprising how large a reservoir of water can be held back by how small a plug. Out came the plug; down came the water freely; by and by back came prosperity again.
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