John Eldredge and Brent
Curtis weave a compelling story of a nineteenth century discuss thrower who
developed his skills in his native Scottish highlands before professional
trainers existed (The Sacred Romance/Thomas Nelson).
The would-be competitor
made his own discus from a description he read in a book. He failed to understand
that the discus used in competition would be made of wood and only rimmed with
iron. Thus, he made his discus of solid metal, three or four times the weight
of a competition discus.
He measured his field and marked
the distance of the current record holder, and began training. He
practiced for nearly a year, using his self-imposed burden. When finally able
to match the record, he traveled to England and confidently prepared to compete; he was ready to win the gold.
When officials handed our
hero an official discus made of wood, and only rimmed with iron, he promptly
threw it like a tea saucer and set a new record. He threw it so far that no one
could match him and for many years he remained the uncontested champion.
A tenting accident became that
iron discus for Charles, a young minister. An accident stole Charles’s career
and left him lying on a bed of pain for the next forty-one years. There,
chained to his bed by self-pity and depression, Charles laid in a depressed
state for eight long years before rediscovering the power of faith.
"Faith produces the building blocks wherewith we build up
life,” wrote C. W. Naylor (The Secret of the Singing Heart/Warner
Press/96). Stumbling along in his dark night of affliction, Charles
re-discovered God in the darkness of his own soul. Determining that God had not
deserted him, Naylor now turned from his self-imposed condemnation and accepted
his limitation. Thus, he began writing a new chapter in his life.
God opened “doors of opportunity to me in a most
unexpected way,” he confessed, (Singing Heart/ 69). Fresh discoveries of
God’s abounding grace radiated from his humble Hoosier bungalow. Re-assured of
God’s loving grace, Naylor faithfully pushed his pen across page after page of
joyous faith.
His drooping spirit began to lift, like a sagging Spruce
branch rising with the melting of its heavy snow-burden. Naylor’s singing heart
overcame his pain and suffering. Moreover, his new audience delighted in his new
inspirational writings and his audience became larger and more effective than
ever..
After twenty-one years of constant suffering, Naylor
concluded, “I am happy, I am happy everyday, I will not have it any other
way.” A singing heart did not eliminate those
difficult days when the bed-ridden preacher had “to pull hard on the rope” to
make the joy bells “to ring.”
However, Naylor wrote, “I have learned that troubles do not
make unhappiness” and I “kept on pulling until they pealed out their joyous
tones” (p. 50).
One
of the numerous hymns that Naylor wrote
was this one that comes from Romans 8:35-39.
Written prior to his accident, it establishes the benchmark of our
faith. It also prepared Charles Wesley Naylor for the very dark tunnel ahead of him, and the
singing heart he would discover through the
renewing of his faith:
Whether I live or die,
Whether I wake or sleep,
Whether upon the land
Or on the stormy deep;
When ‘tis serene and calm
Or when the wild winds blow,
I shall not be afraid--
I am the Lord’s I know.
When with abundant store
Or in deep poverty,
And when the world may smile
Or it may frown on me;
When it shall help me on
Or shall obstruct my way,
Still shall my heart rejoice--
I am the Lord’s today.
(Worship
the Lord/1989/639).
Later, C. W Naylor recalled the earlier events in his
life that led to his writing of this popular hymn.
He was a young itinerant minister, but circumstance dictated that he put
aside his traveling evangelistic ministry so that he might care for his injured
grandfather. One gray day while sitting by the window, Charles watched the
falling raindrops.
Overcome momentarily with a spirit of depression
resulting from his inactivity and lack of local preaching opportunities, Charles
meditated on his circumstances. After quieting his spirit before God, he concluded.
“Well, if I can do nothing, I am the Lord’s anyway.”
With that thought percolating in his mind, the young
preacher took pencil and paper in hand, and began to write. Recounting that
event in an article he wrote later, he admitted that the words he wrote
expressed “the feelings that were in my heart as nearly as I could in the words
of song” (Warner Press/Vital Christianity/7-4-76).
Adversities come and go, but faith fortifies us in the
knowledge
There’s no defeat in life
Save from within;
Unless you’re beaten there
You’re bound to win.
(Singing
Heart/11)
From Warner’s World, I am
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