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THE SOUL THAT SINNETH The Los Angeles Times is far from being a religious paper, b u t .the follow ing shows how the w ar has bqen tu rn ing men’s though ts to th e fundam ental Bible principle th a t sin cannot go unpunished. Said an alleged occultist recently, “ I know th a t I am making all sorts of m istakes; in fact, I may be daily com m itting w h at th e orthodox churches would call ‘sin.’ X do no t desire to do wrong, b u t th ere seems to be some thing, either w ithin me or outside of me, th a t compels me to even go against my will and judgm ent a t tim es and to b reak th e moral laws in spite of my self. I suppose it is in my sta rs th a t I am to do these th ing s; therefo re I am not responsible and have no apolo gies to make to th e world.” W hat a soft, easy way to escape punishm ent if one really could escape simply by faith in such a fool theory! So m ight Germany repud iate every debt of blood and coin she owes to th e world—b u t she’11 have to pay ju st the same. 'e. MB THE CIGARETTE PESTILENCE According to Census Bureau estim ates, 34,832,385,676 of cigarets— over 330 for every man, woman and child, was a p a rt of th e supply available for th e American smoker last: year! And th is does no t include th e tens of thou sands of cigarets rolled by th e smokers from loose tobacco, of which th e Cen sus Bureau has no account. In addition to th is we have an estim ate of 9,050,- 960,224 cigars! Who can stop th is aw ful pestilence? | m W HAT 1918? Is th e world b etter or worse where I tread? W hat have I done in th e years th a t are dead? W hat have I left in th e way as I passed Foibles to perish, or blessings to last? — Selected.
help us,” and we have kn elt at- bed sides where “ old preacher Death” has been loudly and insistently calling. Here is a case of an old man who had never earned an honest dollar in all his life, awakened a t th e eleventh hour. The call reached us th rough a near relative who him self had often been approached and yet was a strang er to grace and to God. When we reached th e bedside “ old Dad” had alm ost “ gone W est,” b u t we waited, ju st looking to H im who is no t w illing th a t any should perish, b u t th a t all should come to repentance. It was a long wait, b u t as th e relatives and friends gathered round we made good use of th e time, and a t length th e sick man rallied and asked who the stran g er was, reaching out his hand, and w ith th a t hand in ours we told th e sweetest story ever heard,— told it simply as to a little child and knew th a t it was falling upon ears and into a h e a rt ready to receive it. “Dad” was a sinner and knew it and th e re st was easy, and when we finished— still w ith th e clasped hand— he repeated the' lines of th a t old hymn which h as dated the beginning of days to th e long procession who have crossed th e b ar: “ Ju s t as I am w ithout one plea B u t th a t th y blood was shed for me; And th a t Thou b id st me come to Thee, O, Lamb of God, I come, I come.” How we do indeed praise and th a n k H im for the assurance th a t th e Word th a t n igh t fell on other h earts heside old Dad’s, which in th a t day so near approaching will bear testim ony to Isaiah 55:10, 11: “F o r as th e rain cometh down and th e snow from Heaven, and re tu rn e th no t th ith er, bu t w atereth th e ea rth and m aketh it to b ring fo rth and hud, so shall my Word be th a t goeth fo rth ou t of my m outh; it shall no t re tu rn unto me void, bu t it shall accomplish th a t which I please, and it shall prosper in th e th ing whereto 1 send it.”—David Cant, Supt.
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