we are understaffed. Viet Nam has 125 missionaries for more than 15 millions of people. This is an urgent call for missionaries. This is why I enjoy being on the broadcast and joining up with Biola, a school which is definitely producing missionaries. Overseas Crusades has some of its finest graduates as missionaries and field directors. There are a number of things for which we can rejoice in Viet Nam today as far as the church is con cerned. As the war took its toll, the Christians started bringing “comfort kits” to the hospitals. The packages, of course, included helpful Gospel tracts. As the wounded read, they often asked the Christians on their next visit to bring something more to read. Gospels, Bibles and other materials followed, with the end re sult that a large number have found Christ as Saviour. The church has become active as never before. Chris tians who had never witnessed be fore found this new inexplicable joy of soul-winning. Today there is more witnessing going on in Viet Nam than at any other time in the church’s history. What a wonderful harvest amidst hardship! Truly, the Gospel is the power of God unto sal vation ! I would again plead with you to remember this church in prayer. Don’t forget the pastors and the mis sionaries. Then earnestly pray the Lord of the harvest to send forth la borers. Pray also for those within the Vietnamese church. Out of the 30,000 or more tribal Christians there should be many men and wom en who will set their lives aside to serve God by reaching other neglect ed tribes. Pray that the Vietnamese church itself might become a mis sionary church. May God richly bless you, and hasten the day of Christ’s joyous return as a result of our faithfulness in praying, giving and going to meet the needs of the op pressed peoples of Viet Nam. 14
PLAIN WORDS By nature man is far from God, And without Christ, who shed His blood, A stranger to God's wondrous grace, And one from whom God hide His face. At enmity with God is he, From coming wrath he is not free. His heart is foul, unclean within, And dead in trespasses and sin. He cannot see he is so blind, For sin hath darkened all his mind; He knows not of his awful doom. Nor thinks of all the coming gloom. In disobedience now he walks, Yet of "good works" he often talks, And cannot see why he should be Shut out from God eternally. Nor can his heart be so unclean, He thinks his goodness may be seen, He would not do a "wicked" thing, How then can he be full of sin? But— "all have sinned" our God doth say. Have turned from Him— gone their own way, And if their sin from Him they hide, On them His wrath will e'er abide. HOW MUCH? Out of this life I shall never take Things of silver and gold I make; All that I cherish and hoard away After I leave, on this earth must stay. Though I call it mine and boast its worth, I must give it up when I leave this earth. All that I gather, all that I keep, I must leave behind when I fall asleep. And I often wonder what I shall own In that other life, when I pass alone. Will the Great Judge say, when the task is through, That my spirit has gathered some riches, too? Or after all, at last, it be mine, to find That all I worked for, I left behind?
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