Collected Writings Volume 2 • 1912 - 1917

Johan O. Smith

Skjulte Skatter 1916-06 - Who Are You, Lord?

Collected Writings Volume 2 • 1912 - 1917

Who Are You, Lord?

“I am Jesus of Nazareth, whom you are persecuting.” Acts 22:8. It seems like many people are persecuting this same Jesus today. They reproach those who believe in Him, those who have taken up their cross for His sake and have gone outside the camp. If you meet a brother or sister who has greater light than you, then you should ask, as Saul of Tarsus did, “Who are You, Lord?” Do not be a fool and fight against something you will not be able to overcome. You will find it difficult to kick against the goads.

“And those who were with me indeed saw the light and were afraid, but they did not hear the voice of Him who spoke to me.” Verse 9.

These days, many people have joined in. They rejoice over the light but do not hear the voice. Their ears are blocked from hearing the Spirit and are open to the horrendous clamor of the opposers. Cut yourself off from those people who serve the tabernacle and eat from that altar which they have no right to eat from.

You ask, who serves the tabernacle? Those who strive their whole life to keep themselves pure, according to the law, and who never move beyond washing their body with pure water—purifying the body.

The altar which we have the right to eat from is found within the body, and the food we eat is His flesh and blood, which is food and drink indeed.

Inside the camp, people serve the tabernacle, but outside the camp, we bear His reproach. There we are granted the right to eat His flesh and drink His blood from an altar which those who serve the tabernacle have no right to eat from. Heb. 13.

So, come outside the camp, and do not worry about their reproach—their hue and cry. Outside the camp you will find Him, Jesus. There you will hear His voice. You will never be able to hear His voice inside the camp with those people who serve the tabernacle. However, as it is written, “My sheep hear My voice . . . and they follow Me.” Where do they follow Him? Outside the camp. And the way you know.

You feel drawn by the light, and you rejoice in it, yet you still do not hear the voice of Him who speaks. Why is that?

True, you hear voices, but they are just the commotion of all those who serve the tabernacle. Your heart has not yet come to rest. You still have many interests inside the camp. You have many friends among those who serve the tabernacle, and you find it difficult to bear their reproach. You listen to what they say.

Consequently, you still cannot hear His voice, even though you see this glorious light. You waver in judgment; your steadfastness in Christ fails. The voices of those who serve the tabernacle distract you.

What should you do?

Be content with your lot. Be reconciled with bearing the reproach of Christ. Count it as your greatest treasure, and soon you will hear the voice of Him who speaks from heaven. Leave behind the commotion of the camp—what he says or what she says, or what they say at the missionary alliance, what they say at the Methodist church, or at the meeting houses. Leave it all behind; then you will be able to hear what He says, and you will be able to go out and proclaim on the housetops those things He has whispered in your ear in your inner room. Then you can say: “This is what Christ says; this is what the Spirit is saying to the church.”

This is the Spirit of wisdom and revelation, and now you can understand for yourself why you still do not have this Spirit, despite the fact that you were baptized with the Spirit many years ago.

If you hear a still, small voice in the Spirit, then ask like Saul did, “Who are You, Lord?” The Lord dwells in the Spirit, in that quiet, hidden place. His voice is heard under the reproach outside the camp. That is where He comforts those who mourn in Zion. Mt. Zion bears reproach from the flesh for Christ’s sake. The mountain that the flesh honors is Bashan, a mountain with many peaks. It fumes with envy against the mountain that God desires to dwell in, where He will dwell forever. Ps. 68:16.