T H E K I N G ' S B U S I N E S S sand daily. Thirty thousand Russians are dying of starvation every day. “The An gel of Death,” says Dr. Nansen, “is strid ing fast across the snow-covered Volga plains. He is reaping there a mightier harvest than was yielded to him even by the war. Nineteen millions are affected, and millions are inevitably doomed to die, whatever we may do.” Chained guards in Erivan (Times, March 16, 1922) have to guard the cemeteries from the corpses’ being rifled for cannibalism. Professor Atkinson, of the School of So ciology of Melbourne University, says (Times, Feb. 23, 1922): “I have seen dead bodies piled high on the window sills of railway stations, and roads be tween villages practically lined with the corpses of those who had fallen by the way. I was one of the very few to come through all these horrors without being attacked by typhus. I saw undoubted evi dence of cannibalism. Bodies were thrown into the snow, left unburied, and stolen by night for food. Also parents and children murder one another. I can vouch personally for the truth of these cases. In many cottages I have seen mothers and children lying dying on the stove, and others just able to totter about, with all the dreadful marks of famine on their bodies.” “The world,” said Bishop Henson in Westminster Abbey (Times, Jan. 31', 1921), “is waiting with indescribable ap prehension the appearance in due course of a Russian Napoleon.” It would appear that the Seventh Emperor, the immediate precursor of Antichrist (Rev. 17:10), arises in the Land of the North; no Romanoff, but, like the Corsican, of con temptible birth (Dan. 11:21), albeit with the blood of the Caesars (Rev. 17:8). There is no time to lose. If ever we are to achieve aught for Christ worth while when viewed from the eternal shore, it must be now; if ever we ^ire to pluck brands from a world on fire, it must be now. God has brought us to an hour pregnant with destiny.
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A nephew of Dr. Gunsaulus, the Chicago preacher, once asked him what was the text of the sermon he was preparing. “For this.cause,’’ replied Dr. Gunsaulus, “came I unto this hour.” Shortly after, the young man happened to be passing at the moment when the Iroquois Theatre burst into flame. Rushing into the burn ing ruins again and again, he saved more than twelve lives, until a falling wall flung itself across him; and a few min utes before he died, one stooping over him caught the whisper, “For this cause came I unto this hour.”—London Chris tian. SQUARING GIFTS WITH BELIEFS The following story is told by Dr. John F. Carson, pastor of the Central Presbyterian Church of Brooklyn, N. Y .: “ A member of my congregation made a surprising gift to the church. Hear ing of it, I went to see him and said, ‘You must have had a very prosperous year to make such an increase in your gift.’ But the man replied, ‘No, I have not. In fact I have not had as good a year as usual. But I have discovered that I had not been giving intelligently. This appeared to me as f was making out my checks for the month. I had never doubted that the church was more to me than my automobile, but my giv ing did not correspond with that fact. My pastor means more to me than my chauffeur, but that fact is not revealed by my check-book. I could get along without an automobile, but I could not dispense with the church. I am ashamed that I have put so low a rating on the value of my pastor to me and my chil dren and to my home. I have not been more prosperous, but I am TRYING TO SQUARE MY GIFTS WITH MY BE LIEFS. And I need not dispose of my automobile nor dispense with, the Serv ices of my chauffeur either.’ ”
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