849 as the shepherd separateth the sheep from the goats. WHERE THE CRITICS FAIL The higher critics are failures as evangelistic forces. They may have appeared to have “ arrived” and be right up to the minute as Ahimaaz was when he out-stripped Cushi in the lat ter’s effort to bear important tidings to the king, but, like the lively sprinter of old, when he got there, they have no message that will move men. Th e ' acceptance of the “ assured results” of the critics cuts the nerve of faith, impairs the vitality of prayer, and com pletely unseats certainty; and faith, prayer, and certainty are essentials to win men to Christ. One cannot doubt that which Jesus believed, make light of that He taught, or minify what He claimed, and be enthusiastic, convinc ing, and persuasive in appealing to men to come to Him. The man who wishes to teach us religious truth must bear evidences of having been born again. And here is where most of the critics fall down. Knowing so little themselves of the realities of religion,' what have they to tell others? Evangelism consists in bringing the individual soul to a per sonal Christ. How can a critic lead a sinner to the Saviour when he does not know where that Saviour is?— Evangelist H. W. Bromley. JEWISH SYNAGOGUES There are, according to the latest church census, 1769 synagogues in the United States and 1084 rabbis. The membership is 143,000. Yet there are over 3,000,000 Jews in this country. That is, one in twelve, approximately, of the Jewish population is in syna gogue membership. In Canada there are about 100 synagogues with 10,000 members out of a population of a quar ter of a million. And beside this the synagogues are poorly attended.
THE K I N G ’ S BUS I NESS I’ll tell you all I know.” I bent my stub born knees and he said: “She said: Say, ‘Our Father’ ”— (and I said it.) “which —art-lgm—heaven,”—and I said it—“hal lowed be Thy name.”— and I said it.— “Thy—kingdom—corné.”'—and I said it,— “Thy—will—be—done”—I could not, say it. But he said; “Say it Papa ’cause He —knows—-what—is—best”—I said it and he didn’t speak any more. His eyelids fell asleep, his fingers were limp in mine, and he had gone away forever. But Oh! miracle of all miracles, marvel of all marvels, the Jesus that went away with my laddie stayed with me and came into my sick and sinful, .broken heart to abide forever, my Saviour and Lord.” “Oh, Ferris, preach Jesus. It is He we all need.” And now I wish the speaker could fade and Another take his place. If He should put out His hand in kindly ges ture you would know Him by the scar of His palm. If He walked among us His sandaled feet would reveal their hurt— the wounding that brought re demption. I do not know what He would say, but I know what He would do. He would kneel and stoop his shoulders low enough for every child to reach and then to every man and woman bearing a great sorrow, and to the hearts sore hurt by sin, and to the souls burdened with their secrets he would say: “Put them all on Me. All on me. Are they all bn now?” Then he would rise with the load of our guilt, and softly say: “Go in peace,” and he would bear our sins away as far as the East is from the West.” In His name I present Him to you,— Yours and mine forever, to all eternity. What a Jesus Paul preached. A pre existent Jesus, a Divine Jesus, a Humil iated Jesus, a Human Jesus, a Crucified Jesus, a Resurrected Jesus, an Exalted Jesus, a Jesus who takes away the fear of Death. A Jesus who shall come in his glory, and all the angels with Him and sit on the throne of his glory and before him shall be gathered all the nations and he shall separate them one from another
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