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THE KI NG' S BUSINESS

July, 1936

THE FATEFUL HILLS OF ROME [Continued from page 259]

of Turkey? And in the hands of these men.lies the peace of the world! Poor old world! No wonder there is “upon the‘earth distress of nations, with perplexity; . . . men’s hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth” (Lk. 21 :25,26). A rmageddon Madmen enthroned upon the seats of the mighty in these last days! Of just such a condition the prophets in­ formed us twenty-five centuries ago. We have always main­ tained that nothing short of a maddened megalomaniac would be the last great Gentile ruler of the nations—the Antichrist! Nothing short of a madman can possibly fulfill the vision of the seer of Patmos, as he pictures “the beast” marshaling his legions and marching to Armageddon. Fail­ ing to understand this, unbelievers have scoffed at a literal fulfillment of the vision: i And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war . . . And the armies which were in heaven followed him. . . . And I saw the beast, and the kings of the earth, and their armies, gathered together to make war against him that sat on the horse,-and against his army. (Rev. 19:11-19). ■ “Now,” we have .been told, “no sane man—no sane commander, no sane army could ever be so audacious as to march forth to engage in combat celestial forces descend­ ing from the opened heavens!” We agree. But the army that marches to Armageddon will not be sane. It is written in the Word that cannot be broken: “In that day, saith the (Lord, I will smite every horse with astonishment, and his rider with madness” (Zech. 12:4). In that day, Satan himself will be mad j^H.Thaving great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time” (Rev. 12 :12). 'And the crowning act of the’Antichrist, Satan’s earthly incarna­ tion will result from the superb audacity of a superhuman madman. Those who follow him, march forth to provide a certain feast for buzzards! Yes, that megalomaniacs sit on the thrones of the nations today— (and they are not all European th rones)-S is intensely significant. The words of the prophets of the long ago parallel the deeds of the kings of earth today. And knowing this, the children of Jehovah have no terror as they behold the madmen for the hour in power, raving and ranting and shaking their puny fists at the heavens above. God’s children know that “he that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh” (Psa. 2 :2-4)—yes, and though He laughs, yet He must pity with infinite p ity! The children of God are not dismayed! On tiptoe, they stand in the eagerness of glorious expectation! They know it cannot be long. They look up—wait—yet just a little while! Come, Lord Jesus, COME!

into the sepulchre, and rose from the dead in the nineteenth century; (6) Who ascended to heaven in her glory in 1918 and 1922 (by the march on Rome) ; (7) Who is seated at the right hand of Mother Rome; (8) Who will come thence to judge the quick and the dead; (9) I believe in the genius of Musso­ lini; (10) In our Holy Father, Fascism, and in the communion of its martyrs; (11) In the conversion of the Italians; and (12) In the resurrection of the Empire! Amen.

The rest of the world laughed at that, called it all bom­ bast, bathos, burlesque, buffoonery, political stuff for home consumption, its author a bellicose bluffer. The world isn’t laughing now! While Ethiopia lies bleeding at every pore, the victim of the greatest international gangster of recent times, the world is trying to figure out whether the rest of it has enough of powder and shot, and whether the steeled sides of its battleships are sufficiently thick, to stop the man who “does not talk but acts,” and to prevent him from im­ posing his imperial will on the rest of mankind. Statesmen of Europe, with blanched faces, are now recalling that Mussolini, laying the framework of Rome’s revived empire before him, placed his finger on the map of Ethiopia, and said: “Thctfs where we start!” They now know where Mussolini has ‘ started,gf all right. What they want to know, is, Where will he end? The student of the “sure word of prophecy” long ago knew where the willful king (Dan. 11:36)—the Antichrist— would start. Daniel, twenty-five centuries before Mussolini, put his finger on the same spot (Dan. 11:43). The saints of God have one advantage over the world’s befogged and groggy statesmen—they know where the willful one is going to end ! And so far as we know, no understanding saint is feeling bad over the prospect. A M adma J t ! When that Fascist Creed was promulgated, it was sug­ gested in Rome that in due time, France might accept an invitation from Mussolini and again become a part of the glorious R.oman Empire also, as well as Spain, Greece, Egypt. Asia Minor, the Balkans, and all northern Africa. The French newspaper, L ’Oeuvre, commented: “Shall we laugh ? Shrug our shoulders ? Shout megalomaniacs— madmen? Perhaps. But madmen, if sometimes amusing, are more often dangerous!” The world is well aware of the fact now—the “madman” has become exceedingly dan­ gerous ! Caesars always are mad, and—dangerous! In the minds of many who carefully weigh the words and deeds of men, (Mussolini is a megalomaniac. No one doubts but that Hitler, of Germany, is such. And what about Stalin, of Russia? And, Mustafa Kemal Pasha,

C a u g h t Up

Caught up! Caught up ! No wing required; Caught up to Him, by love inspired, To meet Him in the air. Spurning the earth with upward bound Nor casting a single glance around, Nor listing a single earth-born sound; Caught up in the radiant air.

Caught up with rapture and surprise, Caught up—our fond affections rise, Our coming Lord to meet. Hearing the trumpet’s glorious sound, Soaring to join the rising crowd, ■Gazing beyond the parted cloud Beneath His pierced feet.

Oh blessed, oh thrice-blessed word, To be forever with the Lord In heavenly beauty fair! Up! up I We long to hear the cry; Up! up! The absent Lord draws nigh. Yes, in the twinkling of an eye, Caught up in the radiant air.

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