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remembered a remote place. She said: “This is a field I know nothing about. If you will go out there and demonstrate what you can do, you may find what you are looking for.” Shortly after, the girl was heard from. She went to the field and found a place for the meetings the first week. It was in a church. She rounded up six teen girls the first week and thirty-two the second week. The field is ripe for harvest. Thank God for energetic workers, who, if they see no opening for service, will go out and make one! Choosing Between Christ and Parents Through a Lyceum-Club meeting a high-school girl accepted Jesus Christ as her Saviour. She went home and told her unsaved father and mother what she had done. She was told to make her decision between serving Christ and living with her father and mother. She went to her Lyceum teacher and said, “I don’t know what to do; I have no home and I have no work.” Work was found for her. Today she is in the Bible Institute and about the happiest girl in the Institute. — o — Where it Takes Backbone to Confess Christ A few weeks ago at the Frank Graves Sash and Door Company, Los Angeles, one of the boys of one of our shop teams was giving the message. The other members of the team were in the background praying for the speakers. Notice was taken of one young man who seemed deeply under conviction. The meetings at this shop are closed five minutes before the whistle blows, giving the men an opportunity to punch their time cards. This gives the workers an opportunity to shake hands with the laborers and have a brief word with them. The young man who had been disturbed, went..,up, to punch his ticket. One of the workers shook hands with him, and asked him if he enjoyed the meeting. He replied: “Very much. That speaker was shooting pretty straight.” This gave oppor tunity to a sk : “Have you ever accepted Christ as your Saviour; are you saved; are you going to heaven when you die?” He said he didn’t know. After a few minutes of earnest talk, the worker had the joy of hearing him say “Yes” to Jesus Christ. He was reminded that the Word of God says: “He that confesseth me before men, him also will I confess before my father which is in heaven.” He was asked if he would not like to confess Christ before the men in the next couple of minutes. The worker told him of his own experience at the time he accepted Christ in the Billy Sunday meetings, and how Mr. Sunday emphasized the fact that the reason ninety per cent of the backsliders are where they are is because they did not tell their fellow men of their accep tance of Christ. The worker told how God gave him grace to go back to the garage and with trembling tongue tell the boys he had accepted Christ. He told him how they had criticized him, made fun of him; how they put a rubber coat on backside forward with the collar opening in the back and imitated a preacher. The young man straightened up and, walking over to a group of men with whom he worked, told them he was going to live for Christ. Several of the Christian men at the shop broke down in tears, saying they had been praying for that young man for months. Just then the whistle blew. The shop boys almost took him up in their arms and carried him to the bench where he labored.
How God Talks to a Soul Through the years before and after my period of study in College, I had felt very deeply within my heart a call to the Mission Field. Very distinctly do I remember the periods when my Master called, but each time there came to my selfish mind and heart the lure of possible success in the field of engineering,—later, drama and music. I found no contentment in anything that I under took. I longed to serve my blessed Master, but was unwill ing to give up all and follow Him. During the years, I had been active in Christian work, but the world was very dear and I knew not my Saviour as LORD. Ever longsuffering and patient is the Father who hears the heart cry—and lifts from sinking sand the yield ed ones. With overwhelming conviction one day, I cried unto the Lord to take me away from the world of sin com pletely—into His realm of happiness. I was at last will-
The Beautiful Gift B y G race N oll C rowell W HAT can a mother give her children Faith in an old, sweet, beautiful story, A star—a stable—a new-born King ? Shining faith in the young lad, Jesus; Lover of high white things was H e : Jesus—straight as a Lebanon cedar; Jesus—clean as the winds from the sea. Faith in the young lad come to manhood: Jesus, compassionate, tender and true— Oh, my children—what more glorious Gift in the world can I give to you ? Carry it high like a lamp in the darkness, Hold it for warmth when the day is cold— Keep it for joy when youth goes singing, Clasp it for peace when you are old. What can a mother give her children More than a faith that will not dim? Take it, my dear ones—hold it forever. A lamp for a lifetime—faith in Him.
Greater today than this one great thing—
—Good Housekeeping (New York).
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