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brought him on deck and unclasped his clenched fist. His purse fell out. They opened it. It contained—thirty-six cents! Had that 'man lost life for thirty-six cents ? “Ah'!” you say. i“What a fool!” But what are you risking your soul for?; It may be either money.or pleasure, but mark you, your soul is at stake.
Illustrated Daily Text Interesting Stories from Everyday Life
. S e p t e m b e r 11, 1928 Text: 1 Jn. 3:18
“An artist was painting a picture once in his studio,” says the Rev. E. S. Woods, “and the picture was that o f a poor woman out in. the night, thinly: clad,;tossed by the tempest and hard-' driven, hugging a little .baby to her breast.. He thought as he painted, and he suddenly flung down his brush, and said, ‘God help me! Why don’t I, instead o f painting pictures of lost people, go and help them myself?’ The-man was. as good as his word.”
S e p t e m b e r 8, 1928 T ext: Rom. 12:11-13
The late Rowland Hill, once addressing the people at Wot- ton, exclaimed, “Because I am in earnest, men call me an enthus iast. When I first came.into this part o f the country, I was walk ing on yonder hill, and saw a gravel pit fall in and bury three human beings alive. I lifted up my voice for help, sb‘ loud that I was heard in the town below, at a distance o f nearly a m ile; helpers came, and rescued two of the sufferers. No one called me an enthusiast then ; and when I see eternal destruction ready to fall on poor sinnefs, and about to entomb them irrecoverably in an eternal mass of woe, and call aloud to them to escape, shall I be called an enthusiast now? No, sinner, I am no crazy enthusiast in so doing; and I call on thee aloud to .fly for refuge to the hope set before thee in the Gospel of Christ Jesus.”
S e pt e m b e r 12, 1928 Text: John 5:4
Dr. George H. Morrison has said: “ If you ask how we give God a chance, I answer we, do it first by trusting Him. Trusting is just giving God a chance'. When one suffers excruciating pain very often the surgeon is brought in. He diagnoses the nature o f the malady, and immediately suggests an; operation. It is a big venture to take chloroform and surrender one’s self entirely to another—but the surgeon gets his chance by being trusted. A traveler wants to get to London by a certain hpur in the evening. The railway compafiy; bids him take a certain train, and he will: arrive at the appointed hour. The traveler knows nothing o f the engine-driver, nor of the permanent way, nor o f the couplings— but the, company, getspit^, ,chance, by being trusted. Trust the surgeon and he gets his;;chance.: Trilst the railway and it gets its chance.;-': And much in the same way, when we trust God we are-giving Him the chaneL that He is longing for—to heal us, to carry us in safety .td'Jaicity more beautiful than London, for there is ho night there.”
¿¿¡Sr S e p t e m b e r 9, 1928 T ext: Prov. 14:14
A'minister was just that'age'which made; it necessary for him to retire from public life; so he went to live in a quiet coun try, village, where he could enjoy the. beauty o f God’s handi work, and where no one knew him. One morning he went for a walk, and as he was walking on the path he noticed two coun try-women walking along the cart-road. One woman said to the other questioningly, “Who be that_gentleman going along by?” “ Oh,” replied the other, “he be a retired Christian.’® W e fear there are far too many who are indeed “retired Christians,” and according to God’s Word, there can be nothing but disappoint ment in life for them until they renew their fellowship with Him.
S e p t e m b e r 13, 1928 . Text: Luke 12 :6-7
A story is told" o f how Martin Luther was sustained and comforted in a dark hour, when fighting against what he con sidered the powers o f darkness. Depressed and inclined almost to despair, he stood and fed with crumbs a little robin on the window-sill. The tiny bird, after its meal was ended, flew up, and on the branch of a tree sang its song, and, tucking its head under its wing, went to sleep. The great Reformer felt, “ If God cares for the little bird, surely He cares for me. I, too, will try to sing a song o f praise”
S e p t e m b e r 10, 1928 T e x t: Mark 8 :36
There was a shipwreck on our coast some time ago. A ship struck upon a sunken rock, and the lifeboat put out to rescue the crew. The lifeboat drew near the sinking ship, and all got in safely, except the captain and the first mate,hi “ Get aboard,” said the captain to the matejB i “ Wait a minute, captain,” and he dived down the companion ladder to fetch something from the cabin. The captain saw the folly of the act, and jumped into the lifeboat hoping that the mate., would soon follow. To stay beside the sinking ship was dangerous and the coxswain drew off to Wait for the mate to appear. Alas! before he could do so a great wave struck the vessel; she rolled over and sank, and the unfortunate man cooped up in the cabin was drowned. A few days after, divers went out to see what could be done with the vessel, and they found the corpse of the mate in the cabin. In his right hand was something tightly grasped. They
S e p t e m b e r 14, 1928 Text : 1 Cor. 6:19-20
•. Charles G. Finney related the following incident which occurred under his ministry in Boston : “I had insisted much in my instructions upon entire consecration to God—giving up all to Him, body and soul, and possessions, and everything, to be forever thereafter used for His glory—a,s a condition of accep tance with God. As was my custom in revivals, I made this as
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