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atheistic views, reproached her pastor that he did not help her in her fight to retain her orthodox faith. He told her that he could lift her out of her troubles by one sentence if she would follow his advice: “What was his advice?” It was simply, “Quit your club.” M r . M oody , in his classroom, often asked the students for new ideas. One day a particularly clever plan was suggested by one of the men with reference to Sunday- school work. “What do you think about this?” he asked the-supjerintendent of the Moody Church Sunday-school who was present. “We’ve been .aiming to do it for about two years,” replied the superintend ent. “Don’t you think it’s about time you fired?” quickly laughed Mr. Moodyv^ A H igh land chief of the Macgregor clan fell wounded at the battle of Sheriff Muir. Seeing their leader fall, the clan wavered, and gave the foe an advantage. The old chieftain, perceiving this, raised himself on his elbow, while the blood streamed from his wounds, and cried out: “I am not dead, my children; I am looking at you to see you do your duty.” This roused them to new energy and almost superhuman effort. So, when our strength fails and our hearts sink within us, the Captain of our salva tion cries: “Lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. I will never leave, nor forsake thee. Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life.”— D . L . M oody. A visitor at the hospice of St. Bernard in the Alps tells of one of the noble dogs coming in one morning holding his head and tail to the ground, and slinking away to a dark corner of his kennel, as if ashamed to look any one in the face. The monks explained to the visitor that the dog had not been able to find anybody in the snow that morning to rescue, and there fore was ashamed to come in from his search. How will it be with us when we reach the end of our life,' if we have not
T here had been 8000 decisions for Christ, 299 volunteers for the ministry, 631 young women volunteers for the mission fields in the Chapman campaign in Scotland up to March 1st. J o h n W esley wrote in his diary one day: “Today I grieved the Divine Spirit by speaking uncharitably of one who is not sound in the faith. Immediately I was in great darkness.’’ Alas, that so many are kept from the light and power of the Divine Spirit through uncharitableness! “D ey says she’s got r’ligion,” remarked Aunt Dinah doubtfully of a certain camp meeting convert. “E£ she has, she’s took it mighty light; it don’t hender her goin’ on jes’ de same as ebber, an’ nobody need n’t be ’fraid ob ketchin’ it from her.” If the power within us be the power from on high, others will catch it. A special S unday is set apart for volun tary evangelism in the south circle of the South India Mission of the American Board. Every Christian man, woman and child goes forth to preach the Gospel to neighbors and friends. Weaver and farmer, trader and coolie, earnestly plead with their neighbors to test the truth of Christ’s teaching. . . “W h e n I started to preach, I got a dic tionary and strung together a lot of big words that would keep a Greek professor’s jaw a-squeakin’ for a week—and my ser mon didn’t get over the plate. I fanned. The devil’s the guy I’m after, and I can’t get him with big words. So, I loaded with rock-salt, ammonia, red pepper, tacks, and Ibarbed-wire, and now every time I shoot the devil’s looking for a hole.— R ev. Wm . Sunday. A m ember o f a ce rta in w om an ’s club in one o f o u r w estern cities, a club n om in ally fo r th e stu d y o f lite ra tu re , b u t really fo r th e d issem in atio n o f agnostic, infidel an d
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