King's Business - 1928-09

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September 1928

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S eptember 24, 1928 Text: 2 Cor. 6:9-10

mirror of the Gospel, the glory of the blessed God; and as we gaze upon His face in the mirror of the Word, the Holy Spirit transforms our lives into the same image from glory to glory.

It is said that gardeners sometimes, when they would bring a rose to richer flowerings, deprive it for the season of light and moisture. Silent and dark it stands, dropping one fading leaf after another, and seeming to go down patiently to death. But when every leaf is dropped, and the plant stands stripped to the uttermost, a new life is even then working in the buds, from which shall spring a tender foliage and a brighter wealth of flowers; so, often in celestial gardenings, every leaf o f earthly joy must drop before a new and divine bloom visits the soul.

S eptember - 21, 1928 Text: Jn. 3:18-19

A heathen became worried about his sins and asked a priest how he might be cured. The priest said, “ If you will drive spikes into your shoes and walk five hundred miles you will get over it.’’ So he drove spikes into his shoes and began the pilgrimage, tot­ tering, agonizing on thè way until he got about twenty miles, and sat down under a tree exhausted. Near by a missionary was preaching the Saviour of all men. When the heathen heard it, he pulled off his sandals, threw them as far as he could and cried :. “ That’s what I want! Give me Jesus! Give me Jesus!” “ Oh, ye who have been converted and worn of sin,” says Dr. Talmage, “trudging on all your days to reap eternal woe, will you not throw your torturing transgressions to the wind? ‘The blood o f Jesus Christ cleanseth from all sin.’ ”

S eptember 25, 1928 T ext: Psa. 119:117

A party of American tourists were spending some days amid the picturesque mountain regions o f old Scotland. These high­ lands lend fascination and charm to multitudes that risk their lives in the effort to scale the heights which only the eagle had visited. This party was studying the works o f God in rocks and flowers, as well as enjoying the beautiful scenery, which every­ where abounded. One of the enthusiastic botanists of the party, in looking over the precipitous sides o f the mountain; saw far below on a narrow ledge o f projecting rock, some beautiful speciments o f rare flowers, which he was very anxious to obtain. No one in the party would venture to secure these much-desired blossoms. Near by were a father and son, with their faithful dogs, guarding a flock o f sheep on the pasture slopes. They offered the boy a large reward if he Would consent to have a strong mountain rope tied around his body and be lowered to pluck the flowers for them. The father at once consented, but the boy, although he was a fearless mountain climber, and had often been lowered over dizzy crags to the seabird’s nest, hesitated to accept even so lib­ eral an offer. The tourists attempted to show him that the rope was strong enough for half a dozen men. His real fear was made apparent when, after gazing at the company and then at the strong, stalwart form o f his father, he replied, “ I will if' my father holds the rope.” With Omnipotence upholding, there can be no place, no duty too dangerous for any one o f us. When God’s strong arm sus­ tains us, what have we to dread ?

S eptember 22, 1928 Text : Rom. 5 :8

A lady missionary was telling the story of God’s great love to some women in the seclusion of a wealthy Hindu’s home. She told them how that “ God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” Suddenly a Hindu lady ex­ claimed: “ I don’t call that love!” “Why not?” queried the missionary. “Well,” said the Hindu, “ I love my children dearly, with a mother’s love, and I would not give up one o f my boys or girls to die for my dearest friend. Yet God gave His only Son to die for His enemies. I don’t call that ‘love’ : you must find a greater word than LOVE for a deed like that.”

S eptember 23, 1928 Text : Acts -14:17

Charles Bradlaugh, the agnostic, was Speaking one evening in a great hall. After he had concluded his attack on the Christian faith, he said: “ If there is any Christian here who would like to come to the platform and say a word in defense of the Chris­ tian religion, he has the opportunity.” All the men were motion­ less, but one old Christian woman walked feebly to the platform, stood beside Charles Bradlaugh, and said: “I am the woman to speak, for I know. Fifty years ago I was left a widow with three children. I had not even a penny in all the world, but I believed in God as my Father and in Jesus Christ as my Saviour. I com­ mitted my life to His care. Now I am an old woman, but I have managed by His blessed help to rear all the children and educate them. Today all three are in positions of. trust in the world. Soon I shall leave this world for heaven, and when my Father is through with me here, I have confidence that He will be there to meet me on the upland shores of eternity. I know that is what my religion has done for me. What has your agnosticism done for you?” With the instinct o f one who is beaten, Brad­ laugh replied: “Well, grandma, we will not discuss that tonight.” “ But,” she insisted, “you wanted to know what Christ Jesus could do, and I have told you that I am one Christian to whom He has come in my need.”

Üé S eptember 26, 1928 Text: 1 Cor. 2:9-10

It was said of Michael Angelo that when a friend found him rough-hewing a shapeless block o f marble in his workshop and asked him what he was doing, he replied, “I am letting the angels out.” The artist’s eyes saw hidden in the massive block the delicate beauty of those angelic figures with which he was to adorn the facade o f an Italian cathedral. He saw them, he could release them. But no other eyes could see them yet.

I k S eptember 27, 1928 T ex t: Heb. 6 :12

Thomas Carlyle, the great English historian and essayist, had worked many months on the manuscript of his great work, “The French Revolution.” He loaned the papers to a friend for

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