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faith, the soul can exclaim: “l am crucified with Christ.” Then the struggle is over, for nothing is expected of a dead man. He does not have to fight; he does not have to strive. How to T r ium ph Yet, in the Word of God, we are exhorted to strive, and to “fight the .good fight of faith.” How shall we do this if we are dead? Ah, now we come to the third poinf, to that which the apostle expresses in out text. We are called to know Christ, the living Christ, and the power of His resurrection working in us, overcoming our enemies, defeating the world, the flesh, and the devil, and leading uS into a life of triumphant victory. Then the soul ex claims: “Nevertheless I live; yet riot I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now-live in the flesh, I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.” Thus the soul’s quest is attained. Res urrection life is enjoyed even in a mortal body, and the risen Christ is seen in those whom He has purchased with His blood. This is Easter bliss indeed—a foretaste of that which will be ours eternally in the city of God! Nor is this only for a favored few. It is the path of blessing for all who, in simple faith, will venture .all upon God’s holy Word. Faith makes real in the life that which God declares in His Book. April Cover The picture of almond trees in bloom, which appears on the cover of this month’s issue, is used through the courtesy of the Los Angeles Chamber of Commerce.
self than it was. All that she had cared fur, all .that she had known, all that she had seemed to live"for had gone out beyond her reach, and she was left, a little pool Qn the rocky shore. And those little living creatures—her fancy wandered on—did they represent those things in her life which must of necessity shrivel and die there on the rocks? It seemed as though never again could she trust and lean on a human friend as she had leaned, on Nelson Barrington. Her very capacity for friendship, so it seemed to her tortured senses, was gone. As she thought of herself in the church that morning, and how icily cpld she had swept past some kind faces that might have given .her a warm ing smile or a human touch, she felt that her grief and trouble had hedged her up with a wall of stone. Would love, and faith, and hope all die? Oh, it was terrible, this being left, a little broken-off fragment on the ocean of time, to linger a while and then perish. Again she gave herself up to thinking oyer and over those puzzling, disquieting questions. Why did it all happen this way? And was she to blame for what she was suffering? She had been sitting there on the rocks for. hours. She had even forgotten that she had had no lunch. Finally she rose to her feet; she must go back to the hotel, it was getting late. The tide, too,, was coming in. She had not noticed it before. Then she thought again of the little pool, and looked down into it. Even as she looked, a wave higher than the rest came lapping about the base of the very rock upon which her eyes were fastened. Yes, there was still a little bit of the pool left, and as she bent frpm her height to search for the living creatures she thought she could see them still feebly moving about in the tiny patch of water that remained. She stood and watched them, as wave after wave came nearer and nearer, higher and higher, and then one great wave raced up the beach, mounted high, and flung itself all over arid around that little desolate pool. Marian laughed aloud with a great relief. Of course the tide would return. It had returned, and had carried bfick tq its heart again that unhappy little pool. She was glad, glad that she had watched the scene to the end. Would the tide ever turn for her? Would the great ocean of life and love ever come back and surround her again? Dare she hope for so happy an ending to the little drama in which she now seemed to be moving ? (To be continued) m The Power o f His Resurrection (Continued from page 151) in which God had set His seal upon his work throughout the years, he replied in substance: “There came a day when George Mueller died, and then God began to work.” This is the experience into which we all need to enter. Judicially, we have died with Christ; His death was our death; but we are so slow to realize this practically and to say “amen” to that which God has already declared to be true. Perhaps we try—try to die to flesh, try to die to selfishness, try to die to ambition. But alas! we find in the hour of stress that we are just as much alive as ever. It is a great thing when we learn experimentally, in the presence of God, that we have died, and when, in
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