The feeblest believer in Christ on earth has the same title to everything, that John, or Paul, or the strongest believer that ever lived can have. Faith does not make the title; it is the free gift of God to all; and faith acting on it, joyfully finds itself in the unhindered possession of as much of the immense gift as it is able to appropriate. For the law of the kingdom is this: “Be it unto thee according to thy faith.” Little faith takes but little, and enjoys little, while strong, healthy faith, the faith that glorifies God, and girds the soul with superhuman strength opens the mouth wide, and even wider; and God keeps it filled (Ps. lxxxi. 10). And Oh, we need this actual indwelling of Christ, as our Immanuel, for we are called to service which shall otherwise be far above us. The life of a faithful Christian, everywhere, and always must needs be a martyr life. We may not be called to end our days in the flames, or on the gibbet; but we are each called to spend our days in martyr-living, and we have been anointed with the Spirit of Jesus to fit us for it. Such a life, nature shrinks from; and most avoid it by sheer unfaithfulness. But this is the height of folly and sin. Only they who suffer with Christ can reign with him; only they who die with Him shall also live with Him (2 Tim. ii. 11-12). We can hardly be living such a life without knowing very well that we are doing so; for this martyr-living needs fully more of the Spirit of Christ-like self-denial, than martyr-doing does. But Christ never fails to make his grace sufficient to perfect His strength in our weakness, and, after all, this very life, the true martyr-life is the blessed-life. Christ never manifests himself, as he does to those who hang with him upon the Cross, who have forsaken their all that He may be everything to them. O, may you and I, dear friend, know this more and more, in the blessed experience of it; and may He make our few remaining days here our best, because spent most closely with Him.

Then it shall be no grief to us to go when our Father calls. Let us aim at living in that perfect preparedness of spirit, so that when the Lord cometh and knocketh, we may open to Him immediately. Nay, let us more than aim at it, let us SECURE it. No other style of living is worth counting life. It is the unpreparedness of spirit, the arrears of spiritual work left undone, which plants the believers dying pillow often times with thorns. But what a happy life, when the habitual frame of spirit is—”I have had the joy of my Father’s presence with me all this day on earth. Perhaps I may be beside Him in Heaven to-morrow.”
—John Dickie “The Unsearchable Riches of Christ.”