As Annie Johnson Flint wrote, Pressed out of measure and pressed to all length; Pressed so intensely it seems beyond strength. Pressed in the body and pressed in the soul; Pressed in the mind till the dark surges roll; Pressure by foes, and pressure by friends; Pressure on pressure, till life nearly ends. Pressed into loving the staff and the rod; Pressed into knowing no helper but God. Pressed into liberty where nothing clings; Pressed into faith for impossible things. Pressed into living a life in the Lord; Pressed into living the Christ-life outpoured.1
