Only what’s done for Christ.
Only one life will soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.
This was part of a poem written by C.T. Studd in the 19th century. My childhood pastor lent me his book, a biography about C.T. Studd, when I was in high school? college? His book was highlighted, underlined, well-loved.
And I don’t remember all the fine details from Studd’s biography, but I remember this:
He left everything. Wealth, family, and as many would say, most of all, a promising career as a top British cricketer. He and six others left the spotlight of cricket (the most popular sport of the time) to preach the gospel in China.
This meant something to me in theory back then, when I was still dreaming of the future and finishing school, but this means something to me in reality now, tottering between the obscurity of motherhood and home life and what I’m sometimes ambitious to become, whatever the avenue.
The world says to hustle for your dreams. Your dreams matter. Dreams that, if I’m honest, are often so wrapped up in self glory and pride.
But he knew what was more important than hustling to fulfill his own dreams: hustling for the gospel of Christ wherever and however God sent him.
No one in China was impressed with his cricket skills. They didn’t even know what cricket was. They didn’t know his name. But that didn’t matter. His life was for Christ. He wasn’t out to make a name for himself. He was out to make the name of Jesus Christ known. To make Jesus’ name alone great.
And he could have come in all the pomp of what his social bubble said he was, but he came, meek and lowly. He even took on Chinese garb, controversial as that decision was at the time. But he changed even his dress so that his clothes and dress would not be a stumbling block or point of distraction while he preached the gospel there.
Contrary to what the cricket and high-powered British world said of his decision, or what others might say now, his wasn’t a life wasted. It was a life sown deep into the ground that the harvest might be a thousandfold by the grace of God.
Because imagine when he finally stood before his Savior. His response wouldn’t have been, “I was the best at cricket!” “I bought all the nicest things!” “I had the most fans!” “People roared and cheered the loudest for me!” It would have been, “Everything. I gave You everything.”
And I need this reminder every day. Only what’s done for Christ matters. Only a life given and “lost” for His sake — so that we might find Something Better.