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that on the cross He did something for man which man could never have done for himself, whereby man receives pardon and eternal life. We need to believe as they be lieved—that on the third day He rose again, bringing life and immortality to life. We need to believe that this Jesus is the one Redeemer of men, the one Saviour of souls, the one Intercessor between God and man, and,
Our Only Hope HE vicarious sacrifice of Christ is the only thing that meets the deepest needs of the human heart. It is at the cross where Christ died, the just for the unjust, that men find pardon and release. A minister learns much in the course of his ministry. I have learned some
that to Him men must come if they would have life. We need to believe all this as they be lieved it, so that we may preach it with the same passionate ar dor and conviction wherewith they preached it. When we have done that, power will come—victorious, irresistible, subduing power. For “this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith.” A C ontented L ife The Apostle Paul caught the secret, so rare and precious, of ■the satisfaction to be found in a contented spirit. It would be only the simple truth to say that his contentment was ideal, .fTi'K ' He had learned the lesson of
thing about the need of the hu man heart. I wasted some time in my early ministry by preaching politics and trying to clean up my town. I have denounced sin in no uncertain terms, and have set forth the love and fatherhood of God. But only when I have declared how Jesus suffered in our stead, how He bore our grief and car ried our sorrows, how the Lord' laid on Him the iniquity of us 511, have I been a channel through which God has brought perfect peace to the hearts of men. Do you ever “fore-fancy
Faith is a Living Power Faith is a living power from heaven Which grasps the promise God has given; Securely fixed on Christ alone, A trust that cannot be o’erthrown. Faith finds in Christ whate’er we need To save and strengthen, guide and feed; Strong in His grace it joys to share His cross, in hope His crown to wear. Faith to the conscience whispers peace, And bids the mourner’s sighing cease; By faith the children’s right we claim, And call upon our Father’s name. — L. 0 . Emerson.
your dying bed,” as old Samuel Rutherford would say, and ask yourself what will be your con fidence then? I do sometimes, and at such times I always think of one old hymn: “Just as I am, without one plea, But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bidd’st me come to Thee, 0 Lamb of God, I come! I come!” I have seen a picture which shows a cross standing erect while a strong sea lashes and surges all about it. Clinging to the cross is a woman, half drowned by the waves, but clinging to the cross—her only chance of safe ty. And that is what I will do; I will cling to the cross. “A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On Thy kind arms I fall. Be Thou my strength and righteousness, My Jesus, and my all.” T he I mmediate N eed The church needs to take a fresh grip on the great and fundamental truths of our Christianity to quicken again our love to Jesus Christ. A church that has not some great truth which with heart and soul it passionately believes is a doomed church. Have we not seen it? The age in which we live has been an age of amiable opinions, of good-natured guesses, of a rosy but shallow optimism; and the result has been sterility and barrenness. We need a revival of faith. We need to believe again as our fathers believed—in Christ who is both very God and true man. We need to believe as they believed—
contentment so completely, he had come into such abso lute sympathy with the hand which guided him, and into such confidence in the wisdom which appointed his Joj,, that he was content wherever he was. He fell into ready acquiescence with his circumstances. He wasted no energy in fretting and chafing because things did not go more to his own liking. He was not all the time pro pounding riddles to his own heart and filling his brain with dismal questions as to why providence did not have a different shaping. The ear of the world was neither vexed nor moved to compassion by groans falling from his lips. He was content. If he abounded, he was con tent. If he was straightened and pressed to the point of want, he was still content. Wherever he was, whatever his condition and surroundings, he was content. He was content because his life was ensphered in the life of God. He was content because all the old heavy burden of guilt had been rolled off his soul. He was content because, as he stood front to front with eternity, he could feel that the opening of the gates of the world to come would bring him only new light and peace and joy. He was content because he knew that his life and all thè interests of his life were in the keeping of One who loves and cares for His own with infinite fullness of affection. He was content because it was clear to him that somehow the whole business fell into the plan of God, and, though his feet were in shackles and serious limitations were imposed on his movements and he could
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