I am ready to be offered,' says the Apostle--to be poured out, as a libation. And again, If I be offered upon the sacrifice and service of your faith, I rejoice with you all.' And so may
Death the endless mercies seal,
It may become not a reluctant being dragged out of life whilst we cling to it with both our hands. It may be not a reluctant yielding to necessity, but a religious act, in which a man resignedly and trustfully and gratefully yields himself to God; and says, Father! into Thy hands I commit my spirit.'
Ah! brethren, is not that a better way to die than to be like some poor wretch in a stream, that clutches at some unfixed support on the bank, and is whirled away down, fiercely resisting and helpless? We may thus make our last act an act of devotion, and go within the veil as priests bearing in our hands the last of our sacrifices. The sacrifice of death will only be offered when a life of sacrifice has preceded it. And if you and I, moved by the mercies of God, yield ourselves living sacrifices, using our lips for His praise and our possessions for man's help, then we may die as the Apostle expected to do, and feel that by Christ Jesus even death becomes an odour of a sweet smell, a sacrifice acceptable, well-pleasing unto God.'
