June 1928
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J uly 2, 1928 T ext: Heb. 11:26
J une 29, 1928 T ext: Prov. 22:1
It was his last birthday, and, forgotten and alone, the brilliant and handsome Byron took up his pen, and in bitter dis appointment wrote: My days are in the yellow lea f; The flowers and fruits o f life are gone: The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! He had followed the bubble o f fame, but it had burst in his grasp. He had reached the zenith of popularity, and had been flattered by royalty, but he died forsaken and unattended upon a foreign shore. He had drunk deeply of the. world’s pleasure and lust, but the intoxicating cup had been rudely dashed from his hand, and the bitter dregs alone were left him. A doleful story. Yes, but a true sample o f the way in which the world treats those who have served it most and loved it best. Fleeting and empty are its best pleasures. “ Vanity” is written across its most cherished treasures. “Vexation o f spirit” and disappointment are the portion o f all who seek satisfaction in it. But this is" not the end o f it all, for beyond time there stretches THE VA ST FOREVER. The fixed realities of eternity must follow the trifles o f earth. Dr. Chadwick says that in a recent work of fiction, there is a weird story of a wild man who went to live in a wild wood, and became the companion o f a wild cat. He found it caught in a .trap and" released it, but its leg was broken. The cat became the devoted slave o f its deliverer. They were inseparable, but whenever the cat is mentioned, attention is drawn to the fact that it “trailed a limb.” , If it went hunting, it went “trailing a limb,” and when it returned with its prey it came “ trailing a limb.” Always and everywhere it trailed a limb. There are many Christians like that cat. They are deliv ered, but they trail a limb; and the one thing that always forces itself upon the attention is the trailing limb. All their excellences are forgotten in the obtrusion of one glaring defect. A good man, but then comes the trailing limb of uncontrolled temper, unchar itable judgment, worldliness, covetousness, or some other un healed infirmity o f the flesh or spirit. ate J uly 4, 1928 Text: Mt. 5:39 When Richard Weaver was a pit worker, he inadvertently angered a fellow-miner. “I have a good mind to smack you on the face,” the man exclaimed. “Very well,” Weaver replied, “ if that will do you any good,’ you may do it.’ « The man struck him. Weaver turned the other cheek. Thé man struck again. This was repeated five times ; and when Weaver presented his cheek for the sixth time, the man turned away cursing. Weaver cried after him, “ The Lord forgive thee, for I do; and the Lord save thee !” His assailant was the first man Weaver met next morning in the pit; and as Weaver approached, he burst into tears. “ Oh, Richard,” he cried', “ do you really forgive me?” Together they knelt arid he arose a saved,man, Vast resources o f power lie unused because we do not yield obedience to Christ, which the world will instantly see is more than human. J uly 3, 1928 T ext: 2 Cor. 13: 9
After the Civil War, Robert E. Lee was deprived of his wealth and left a poor man. The Louisiana Lottery at that time was a great institution o f the country, sending its baleful influence everywhere into the home-life o f the nation. Thinking Robert E. Lee would be a great accession with his immense popularity in the South, the Lottery offered him ten thousand dollars a year simply for the use of his name, His answer was, “My name is all that I have left and that is not for sale.” It is a foolish question to ask “What is in a name?” Everything is in a name. It is the synonym of character. Blacken it and life becomes a hell o f unrest. Keep it clean and' sweet and life becomes a garden of love.
J une 30, 1928 T ext: Tit. 2:7-8.
When Stanley went out in 1871, and found Livingstone, he spent some months in the company of the los.t traveler. Living stone never spoke to Stanley about spiritual things. But through out those months Stanley, watched this old man, as he described him. Livingstone’s habits he could not understand; his patience was quite beyond his comprehension! his sympathy for the natives was utterly beyond Stanley’s grasp. There he was, pa tient, unwearied, eager, keen, spending himself, going on, all for the sake Of living for Christ and men. “When I saw that unwéaried patience,” wrote Stanley, “that unflagging zeal, those enlightened sons of Africa, I became a Christian at his sjd'e, though he never spoke to me about it.” It is the witness of a loyalty unshaken, a heart unseduced, a love unfaltering, a patience untiring, through the second watch, that is going to im press the great world. jte J uly 1, 1928 T ext: Matt. 6:1$ A tax collector one day came to a poor minister in order to assess the value o f his property and to determine the amount of his taxes. “ I am a rich man,” said the minister. The official quickly sharpened his pencil and asked intently, “Well, what do you own?” The pastor replied, “ I am the possessor of a Saviour who earned for me everlasting life and who has prepared' a place for me in the Eternal City.” “What else?” “ I have a brave, pious wife, and Solomon says, ‘Who can find a virtuous woman ? for her price is far above rubies.’ ” “What else?” “Healthy and obedient children.” “What else?” “A merry heart which enables me to pass through life joy fully.” - “What else?” “That is all,” replied the minister. The official closed his book, arose, took his hat and said, “ You are indeed a rich man, sir, but your property is not sub ject to taxation.”
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