No one enters into the experience of entire sanctification without going through a “white funeral,” (i.e., the burial of the old life. If there has never been this crisis of death, sanctification is nothing more than a vision). There must be a “white funeral,” the death that has only one resurrection—a resurrection into the life of Jesus. Nothing can upset this life; it is one with God, for one purpose, to be a witness to Him.

Have I come to my last days really? I have come to them in sentiment, but have I come to them really ? You cannot go to your funeral in excitement nor die in excitement. Death means stopping being. Do I agree with God that I stop being the striving earnest kind of Christian I have been? We skirt the cemetery and all the time refuse to go to death. It is not striving to go to death, it is dying—“baptized into his death” (v . 3).

Have I had a “white funeral,” or am I sacredly playing with my soul? Is there a place marked in my life as the last day, a place that the memory goes back to with a chastened and extraordinary grateful remembrance—Y es, it was then, that I made an agreement with God. “This is the will of God, even your sanctification.” When you realize what the will of God is, you will enter into sanctification as naturally as can be. Are you willing to go through the “white funeral” now?

Do you agree with Him that this is your last day on earth? That moment depends on you. M Y UTMOST FOR HIS HIGHEST BY OSWALD CHAMBERS