“July 24th. My birthday morning. This year I spend it on the Pacific, last year I was at Keswick [Convention]. 33 today, praise God.
“The text for the morning on the League [of Prayer] calendar is “The Lord rewarded me…for I have kept the ways of the Lord.”
He saw the weeks-long voyage as “an unspeakable spiritual boon for they have physically refreshed and recreated me, and I am more and more convinced that this is essential to true full-orbed spirituality.”
A celebration awaited him, instigated by Nakada:
“Without any warning at the close of dinner the head waiter and all the others in a string lined up to my table with trays, with presents on each, the head waiter was carrying a splendid birthday cake with a candle burning on it.
“They presented the presents to me, and then burst out with cries of ‘speech’, which I duly gave, and then cut the cake and handed it all round. It was a great occasion, and on reflecting I do not know how I got through it as well as I did, but it was the suddenness of it. Then they took me to the deck and serenaded me with Scotch songs and Jubilee singer pieces.”
Oswald’s final birthday, though he did not know it, came ten years later in Egypt.
July 24, 1917, found him a mature, albeit exhausted, servant of God. He noted in his diary:
“July 24. This is my birthday, my 43rd, the Psalms for the day are great—106–108. It has been a glorious day in all ways, very hot but psychically very fine, and as it was a summarizing time for me.”
He recounted his statement of beliefs in the diary entry, reflecting on how he had changed from his art-loving youth, much like one of his favorite writers, John Ruskin.
“My inner career at the beginning was heavy and strong, and even lurid and very agonizing in the earlier phases; latterly, austere and peaceful, and now it is merging into a joy which is truly the receiving of a hundredfold more.”
To learn more about Oswald Chambers’ domestic life, consider Mrs. Oswald Chambers, You can order it here.
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