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men to Christ.” “ I ’d like to retu rn this' as I am not myself saved,” he said. He looked so sad and despondent as he said this th a t I was conscious of a real deepening compassion in my own voice as I asked him why he was not. Seek ing to bring him face to face w ith th e Lord Jesus, sensitive a t the tim e of his soul hunger and manifest need, we were soon in th e little prayer room on our knees and w ith a cry to Him who knows and loves and cares, the, g reat weight of sin rolled away and the peace of God flooded his heart. “ I know not how th e Spirit moves, Convincing men of sin, Revealing Jesus through th e Word, C reating faith in H im .” . Supreme Happiness Received He told me th a t th ree years previous his eyes had been opened to the erro r of th e false religious systems he had been steeped in from infancy and he realized th a t salvation was ap a rt from all works by faith in Christ alone. He had even made this known among his friends and church associates, had prayed or said his prayers and reli giously read his Bible, had gone so far as to make out an application to tak e up Bible study a t a well-known school, and not being accepted, had purchased Dr. Torrey’s book and was trying to learn how to do personal work; had found out th a t he was going religiously to hell, never having been born again, for he had never definitely received th e Lord Jesus w ith a h ea rt belief. Tthis young m an’s faith was a t once pu t to a severe test. Living in sin, surrounded w ith ease and every comfort, he sta rted directly back to his friends and confessed Christ. N aturally the devil was stirred ; the enm ity between two seeds began. W ithout a moment’s hesitancy, he de term ined to tu rn -his back, on it all, esteem ing the reproach of Christ a g reater treasure. He h adn ’t a place to lay his head, and was dead broke. Days followed in which the gnawings of an empty stomach and th e weary round of looking for a job followed. Pulling weeds for two days he thu s secured enough to rent- a little room where no light penetrated, but was suprem ely, blissfully happy in the consciousness of an unseen bu t ever present Savior, testifying on the streets to the power of th e Blood. A good job has now been secured w ith a Christian man, applica tion was made to th e Fisherm en C lub,
BIOLA HALL WORK DAVID CANT, Supt.
Never were we more conscious of the deadening, depressing Satanic power as we seek to bear w itness to th e Christ of th e cross and the Christ on the th ron e before our ever increasing crowds a t Biola Hall. Men are largely puffed up w ith a conviction th a t the world is advancing to th e platform of a common brotherhood and un ity of in terest, and a message which speaks loudly of the handw riting on the wall rouses all the devil in man till our a t mosphere seems charged w ith sulphur ous fumes as we stand for the' defense of the Gospel against th is hooting, howl ing mob, b u t praise God, interm ingled w ith th is mixed crowd are genuinely htipgry, despondent souls and God is daily giving us to see them “ passing from death unto life at His call.” This deepening despondency is experienced by those w ithout as well as those w ithin. Only last night a middle-aged man, possessing sufficient of this world’s mammon to satisfy, w ith wife and chil dren and in good health, confided to us an absolute distaste for existence and an increasing desire to tak e his own life. -He was arrested in passing Biola Hall, constrained to stop and listen, was gloriously saved and went on his way rejoicing. While only a week ago, ano th er busi ness man confided to the w riter the pressure was so severe, he too lay awake nights scheming how to do away w ith himself, so th a t his wife and kid dies would have at least his insurance money to keep them for a year or two. T hank God for an opportunity to divert th is man and point him to th e God of all consolation and hope. To feel th a t grip of his hand and see his new cour age and h eart as he went out to meet th e shadowy fu tu re w ithout fear and a manly heart, “ Singing when my way is clear, Praying when th e path seems drear, If in danger, on Him call T rusting Jesus, th a t is all.” Despondency Cured Speaking of th is depression we no ticed it very strik ing ly w ritten on the face of a clean-cut, well-dressed, yoftng man who stepped into Biola H all re cently and handed the w riter one of Dr. Torrey’s books on “How to bring
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