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Book Review - Jesus Himself

Every once in awhile, I review a book for readers. Today, here's a review that I recently posted to Amazon and Goodreads. This is a free book for Kindle currently, so if you're looking for devotional reading that is challenging, but brief, read on.



Jesus HimselfJesus Himself by Andrew Murray

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I discovered Andrew Murray two or three years ago and have continually been challenged by his to-the-point and contemporary message for Christians today. The overarching theme of the works I've read has been total surrender to Christ. Two short sermons by Andrew Murray are recorded in Jesus Himself.

Murray was a Dutch Reformed minister who lived in South Africa during the 1800s until his death in 1917. His passion for spreading the Gospel and challenging Christians to walk worthy is evident in his many writings. He was born and educated in Scotland, receiving his Masters degree in Aberdeen. Murray was also one of the founders of the South African General Mission. He married Emma Rutherford in 1856, Cape Town, South Africa, and they had eight children. Modern readers may find his language formal and a bit difficult to digest, but not overly so.

The surrendered heart is one that believes Christ will do exactly what He said He would - live in us and form us into His image. On this daily relationship with the Savior, Murray says, "If you throw open your heart and give up everything but just believing and allowing Him to do what He wants, it will come."

If your relationship with Christ is stagnant or if you're merely dabbling in religion, Jesus Himself will point you to a vital, growing relationship with the person of Jesus Christ. Once you begin reading, it's easy to picture Andrew Murray delivering these sermons to his congregation with passion.

A life of total faith, total surrender, and total dependence upon God is one that that is never boring and is totally worth it. Andrew Murray's life is a testimony to that and the timeless message of relationship rather than religion is exceedingly relevant for today.



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