him what he really thought about the shabby treatment. As he immediately did this he had no trouble in locating the stark, grim spectre. Without hesi tation he was brave enough to scold, "You had no right to frighten my servant that way. Why would you pointyourfingerathimto mark him for destruction?" Surprised, Death whereupon responded, "Why, I didn't point to him in that manner at all. I was just surprised and startled to find him here. You see, I have an appointment with him tonight in a far distant desert place!" So death is destiny, a date that you and I will have to keep, unless the Lord calls us first in the Rap ture. Our plans cannot be made without taking God into consider ation. May we with the song writer declare, "My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest frame But wholly lean on Jesus' name."
what he vowed to make it." Ac tually, when we get right down to it, we are all dying men and women. We do not know what moment our earthly pilgrimage will cease. "Life is simply a story in volumes three — The past—the present—the yet to be. The first is finished and laid away, The second we're reading day by day. The third and last of volume three Is locked from sight — Cod keeps the key." Life with Christ is really an end less hope but without Him it is a hopeless end. The writer, Sommer- set Maughan, has written an inter esting story about a very wealthy man in the middle ages who sent his servant into the market place to buy some necessary commodi ties for the household. While there the servant saw the figure of death pointing his bony finger in his di rection. Gripped with such horror and fear, the servant ran home for protection. When he arrived at his master's house, he hurriedly told him the petrifying story, and then pleaded for the fastest horse he could find in order that he might escape death somewhere out in a distant desert place. The master, sensing the terrible fear that gripped his servant's heart, granted him the privilege. The more he thought about death's singling the poor fellow out, the more upset he was. So he decided it only fair to go to the market place, search out death and tell
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