THE RAPTURE QUESTION X B 6y Dr. John Walvoord O f th e many c o n t r o v e r s ia l p o in ts d is c u s s e d among stu d e n ts o f p ro p h e cy , th e R aptu re q u es tio n co n tin u e s to h o ld th e s p o t lig h t . In th is volum e O r. W alvoord p re s e n ts d e ta ile d s tu d ie s o f P r e tr ib u la tio r iis m , P a r tia l R aptu rism , M id- tr ib u la tio n is m , and P o s ttr ib u la tlo n is m ; p re s e n tin g th e f r u it f u l h a rv e st o f tw en ty y e a rs o f r e se a rch and cla ssro o m d is c u s s io n in th e f ie ld o f E sch a to lo g y , to p ro v id e th e re M B ith a lid rea son s to a cce p t d e fe n d th e tu re p o s itio n
this before and that this would be the last time. Well, he sure was right about the last part of his thought but of course at that time he didn’t know it. He wasn’t just exactly sure how to get over the mountains. But he was sure that he didn’t dare go anywhere near Coyote Springs. It was getting dark when he started out, not only with the furs, but with some of Trapper Tom’s food too. Back at Coyote Springs, I had talked Trapper Tom into staying in town with me that night. He agreed provided I’d go home by way of Sand Lake so he could show me his nice lot of furs. So that’s how it worked out, and about mid-morn ing of the next day we reached his cabin. The first thing we did was to go to the shack where he had his furs stored. Well, you can im agine what excitement took place when he opened the door and the place was empty. “ Gone — they’re gone. Leonard i—7 look, I’ve been robbed.” I really felt sorry for him. A whole winter’s work, and it was hard work, trudging through the snow, making the rounds of his trap line, skinning the animals and taking care of the hides. All that, and now he had nothing to show for it. Who could blame him for going all to pieces? / [fter the first shock wore off a bit [we went into the cabin, trying to figure out what to do. I was at a loss just then to give any sug gestions. Then I suddenly realized that there was one thing we could do, and that should be done first. So I said, “ Tom, you know my usual method of procedure at a time like this — it’s prayer.” “ Yes, I know,” he answered with very little interest, as if he hadn’t heard what I said. Then it seemed to register and he added, “ Sure, prayer — well, if any of that’s going to be done, you’ll have to do it cause I’m too upset.” So I did, telling the Lord how absolutely helpless we were in the matter. No sheriff within miles and miles. A posse was out of the ques tion. And Trapper Tom depended on those furs for his living and CON TINUED
time. Then he excused himself and went out. T r a p p e r T om and I remained at the counter awhile longer as we finished another cup of coffee. Freddie headed for the livery bam and there asked Jake if he could tell him where and how far it was to Trapper Tom’s cabin. “ Sure can,” Jake answered cheer fully. “ It’s the first turn to the right, just a trail off the main road north and about eight miles.” “ Thank you, thank you a lot,” Freddie said as he turned to leave. But Jake stopped him by saying, “ Say, if you’re wanting to see Trapper Tom, he’s in town some where right now.” “ Oh, he is?” Freddie answered as if he didn’t know. Then he said, “Well, much obliged,” and went away, not to look for Trapper Tom but to look for his cabin on the edge of Sand Lake. I t was quite a walk to Sand Lake and Freddie was out of breath when he got there. He had hurried all the way because he wanted to be sure he’d get there way ahead of Trapper Tom who might be on his way home any minute. He wished all along that he’d found out if Trapper Tom was coming to his cabin that night or if he was going to stay in town. But he figured if he hurried it wouldn’t make any difference unless he had trouble finding the furs. Much to his relief he located them just back of the cabin in a little shack which wasn’t even locked. “What a trusting old soul,” Freddie said to himself. The bun dles would make quite a load but by tying them together real tight and making one pack of them, Freddie figured he could manage all right. It might take him a few days to get over the mountains with it but he was in no big rush once he got away. Already he was counting up what he thought the furs would bring. According to his estimate it would be a lot more than he lost in the poker game. As he was working with the furs he had a guilty feeling. He knew he was doing wrong but he tried to console himself by the thought that he had never done anything like
SONG andCHORUSBOOKS
forCHILDREN VBS SONGSTER SPECIAL The first of its kind — 64 pages of children’s favor ites like: The B-l-B-L-E Do Lord and others. Size 6 " x 9". 40c Singsp iration’s “ACT ION” Series Over y2 million sold! This time-tested series in cludes: ACTION NO. 1 81 Gospel songs and chor uses like: Fishers of Men Heavenly Sunshine ACTION NO. 2 79 Gospel songs and chor uses like: Deep and Wide Noah and the Ark ACTION NO. 3 84 Gospel songs and chor uses like: Give Me Oil in My Lamp ACTION NO. 4 66 Gospel songs and chor uses like: Summertime in My Heart Size, 6" x 9" EACH, 40c
Singspiration Publications ORDER FROM YOUR BOOKSELLER 35
M A R C H 1 9 5 7
Made with FlippingBook - Online catalogs