david m davies

A few moments ago I finished reading this manuscript and with the string-tied pages still in my lap, I wish to say first of all, "Don't read this book unless you really want to!" This book is dynamite. What could you expect when it was written surrounded by prayer, and when the "dynamos" of the Spirit had touched the mind of the writer? The text between these covers has the potential to halt the course of your life and revolutionize it.
What I mean is this. There is a lot of easy and ignorant talk these days concerning the ultimate purpose of life, and the standards by which to live this neo-existence. This produces an aimless, drifting, frustrated, codeless society. Winnie Davies found the ultimate purpose of life and enjoyed it. I'll say that again and correct my mistake. Winnie Davies found the ultimate purpose of life and enjoyed Him.
Jesus Christ dominated her life. He brought meaning into living by a glorious consciousness of forgiveness and love as shown to her in His Cross. She knew God wanted her for Himself and for His purpose. She accepted that divine commission and gave herself completely and utterly to His enabling, His inward presence fulfilling that objective. She glorified her Saviour by her life – and by her death.
The standards she lived by were down-to-earth interpretations of God's mandate for life as read in the Scriptures. She didn't dodge issues by "spiritualising" them when those issues demanded practical expressions of obedience.
Yet Winnie was still very much a human being in spite of all that. She was a strong personality of sterling character. The former could at times create a difficult situation for her God-appointed leaders in the Fellowship. Courses of action were supported by an adamant determination to pursue them, often against wise counselling for adjustment in time or method. It never reached the point of disobedience – she was far too loyal for that – but she knew how to put pressure into her reasoning.
So this book has a punch, and it hits where it hurts. You are going to do exactly what I have done – sit back and admit that the ease and softness of modern life has eaten like a cancer into the sinew and fibre of my life – whether it be physical or spiritual, or both. By Winnie's standard we are soft, and we men will find it hurts the more.
The book does not leave us in despondency. Winnie is constantly telling us where she found the essential resources. Don't read this book unless you are prepared to finish it on your knees.
Len Moules