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their reply would be? They would surely say, “In all our loneliness and labors and fevers, in our distresses and per ils, He was sufficient—He was our El Shaddpi!” No man is qualified to go out into the work of God unless he believes the revelation that God gave to Abram in the days of old. Sin is not an illusion nor an error, as some people would have us believe. It is painfully real— and the devil, realizing that his time is rapidly drawing to a close, is exerting every effort to drag men down to his level. The forces of evil, like a mighty flood, threaten to sweep us away from our moorings. There is conflict and disturbance without and within. When we would do good, evil is present with us, and there is no human wisdom that can help us. But we find a way of escape opened unto us, and, with Paul, we can be free from the law of sin and death through Jesus Christ our Lord. If we have the name of El Shaddai written upon our hearts, it will enable us to triumph over every circumstance in the hour of need. It is little wonder that Charles Wes ley, as he meditated upon the matchless grace of God, “the God who is enough,” cried out: My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim, To spread through all the earth abroad, The honors of Thy name! Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer’s praise, The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace! Evangelists Tell of Desire for Revival C V iE S econd A nnual National Convention of Evan- gelists and Christian Workers was held in Memphis, Tenn., December 27 to January 3. The meetings were di rected by the International Evangelistic Association, of Winona Lake, Ind., with the International Federation of Christian Workers, Siloam Springs, Ark., and the South ern Methodist Evangelistic Association cooperating. The sessions were held in Ellis Auditorium, which accommo dates 12,000 people, located in the heart of the city. Evan gelists from as far east as New York, as far west as Cali fornia, as far north as Canada, and as far south as Florida attended the convention. Many of they occupied the pulpits of the city churches, and some of them extended their min istry as much as seventy-five, miles in the surrounding territory. Most of the sessions were broadcast by Stations WHBQ and WMC. The directors of one radio station reported that they had received over 1,000 letters com mending them for the broadcasting of the convention. In both addresses and discussion hours, great emphasis was placed upon the imperative need of revival. The con census of reports from all quarters was that the people of America want a revival, and that no other force can lift the prevailing depression. It was pointed out that people are depressed spiritually as well as materially, and the spir itual depression can be relieved only by a new awakening from above. God’s Word remains unchanged: “Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.”
many have toward it?” she asked, almost timidly, after a minute. He did not answer at once, and when he did, it was with inexpressible sadness. “They do not want to believe. They are sincere; or they think they are, but they simply will not read or consider or even listen to, honestly and candidly, the other side of the question. There are plenty of proofs, but they will have none of them. I know, for I was there myself. I thought I was sincere, too, and I was, in a way. But God says in His Word that they are spiritually blind and cannot see spiritual things. And the terrible part is that they could if they only would, but they do not want to. It seems to me they are like a man standing in a dark cellar with his eyes shut and declaring that there is no such thing as sunshine. The sunshine will not come to them in the dark cellar, and they will not open their eyes and come out into the light of faith and God’s love.” “Oh, Nelson, if you felt all this, why didn’t you tell me before?” The question burst from Marian’s lips before she thought, and then she could have bitten her tongue to have taken the words back. “Can’t you guess, sweetheart ?” His arm slipped around her, and she did not resist. “I meant to tell you; but, oh, I wanted you so, and I was afraid you would not believe me; that you might think I was only telling you these things to try to win you, and I could not bear that. But I cannot wait any longer. I must know. It is to be ‘Yes,’ isn’t it, darling?” “It couldn’t be anything else,” she whispered. He drew from his pocket a little velvet box, and there, in the soft moonlight, she let him slip on her finger the tiny circlet that meant so much. The cup of her happiness was full. * * * And the tide rose high on what had been a barren and rocky shore, its mounting waves covering the last jutting peak with an ocean of sparkling blue. [The end] With a shining face, the old lady, out of her store of experience amassed from years of dependence upon God, said, “Why, mon, that’s no promise—that is a fact!” It is not “I will be with you”—that would be a com forting, sustaining thought—but it is more than that, it is “I am with you,” the declaration of a blessed; glorious fact. Suppose we should have a testimony meeting and call upon the great heroes of the gospel to speak. What would they say ? Suppose we were to ask Hudson Taylor, “Was the El Shaddai sufficient for you in the midst of the stress and battle during those early years of China’s evangeliza tion, when you carried your life in your hands and suffered the loss of the very necessities of life?” Can we question his reply? He would undoubtedly say, “The great El Shaddai saw me through. He was the One who enabled me to conquer.” If we could put the same query to David Livingstone, who died on bended knee among the swamps of central Af rica; or to David Brainerd, one of the first missionaries to the blood-thirsty North American Indians; or to Wil liam Carey, the pioneer missionary to India, or to a host of others who faced every difficulty and privation of life, that Christ might be made known—could we question what EL SHADDAI [Continued, from page 107]
He Is Risen! He is risen! He is living! Jesus, glorious King on high; Let the Easter music swelling, Fill the earth and vaulted sky!
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