WHERE DID JOB LEARN THE FACTS OF SCIENCE? (Continued from Page 15) In the very first question the Al mighty Creator of the heaven and the earth laid Job prostrate with the sim ple words, “Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth?” The centuries have rolled away since that question was asked of Job, and in deed they have multiplied themselves into millenniums that have been born and died. Yet no man today can answer that question which God asked Job any better than the prophet himself an swered in his day. We are still at a loss to say at what point and where and when our person alities entered into the stream of eter nal existence. We understand through Christian theology that when a man ac cepts Jesus Christ as his Saviour and is regenerated, he then becomes an in tegral part of the stream of everlasting life. That stream has no beginning and no ending. In the science of embryology, there is no living authority who can say whence the quickening life comes that brings conscious existence into the cell mass that is called the fetus. The major mys tery in this complicated science is the coming of that life which is called soul, or spirit, and which animates the mass of biological substance with intelligent entity, comprehension, and the functions of will. No man can understand this mystery, nor can any man say with certainty, “ I was not in existence when the founda tions of the earth were laid.” We can not say whence this life was derived, hence we do not know from what point its existence is dated. Perhaps the greatest mystery of the laboratory to day is the enigma of life. We can only say we have it and lose it. The life we lay down here goes on somewhere, somehow. We may have had it before. No man can prove this contention either way. So with the superior knowledge of this twentieth century after Christ, we look back into the twentieth century before Him, and hear Job say in humil ity before God, “ I do not know.” Crest fallen, we can only join in the chorus and say, “Move over, Job, I want to occupy that bed with you.” The other half of that question is equally impossible for man to answer. What are these foundations of the earth that are here mentioned? We know the size of the globe on which we dwell, and have been able to com pute its specific weight. If we had a hook whereupon to hang _a ball of the size and weight of this earth, it would take, in round numbers, three hundred million miles of one-inch steel cable to bear the weight of this suspended globe. That is, of course, provided we had something or some place whereupon to hang it! Page Twenly-lwo
A Little C h ild Shall Lead Them — S HE was a ragged little Indian ur chin, tom-boyish and full of mischief.
When she first came to us she was hun gry and thinly clad. Her once red vel vet blouse was now very worn and faded. At the neck it fastened with a large safety-pin if and when it was fastened at all. Her long flowing skirt had seen better days; now it was spotted with holes burned there, no doubt, when the sparks from the fire had popped out while she was baking bread. Her toeless shoes were a result of much wear, and one would reasonably doubt that they ever saw shoestrings. The poor little forgotten child had hair with that goat-chewed look, but the ra diance of her smile caused one to quickly forget all else. Like a puppy tagging at one’s heels, she was always near. Perhaps she want ed attention; no doubt she hoped for. a bit of affection, but superseding these was her desire to know and follow the There was a sheepish smile upon the faces of the men who took the ex amination, as they pondered this ques tion and then suggested that we pass on to the next one. The second ques tion that we dwelt upon that day, and that we now lay before the mind of the reader, is found in the seventh verse of this chapter: “ When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?” how did Job know that at the dawn of creation the morn ing stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy? At one time it was futilely attempted to evade this question by suggesting that this was poetic imagination on the part of Job. “ Of course, stars do not sing!” we said. That notion, however, will no longer obtain in the generation in which we live, for through the marvels of modern physics we have leafned many things about the tonal value of light. Light and color and sound are funda mentally the same. There are rays or waves of some tangible substance pul sating across or through space. Some of these beats reach the eye as light, some reach the eye as color, and some reach the ear as sound. The mathe matics and the physics of light and sound are now so closely interrelated that in the laboratories of research you may see almost fabulous demonstrations of the unity of nature of light, color and sound. There are rays of color so slow and so long that the eye cannot see them. All of these long rays are grouped from the infra-red down. There are other rays of colors so fast and so short that the eye cannot apprehend them. These we group from the ultra violet up. We have photographic plates and optical apparatus which will cap ture these rays and make them serve (Continued on Page 23)
Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. From an unkempt, unwanted beggar of a child, she was changed through the power of the gospel to one with a new life shining radiantly for Him. Back in the hogan, she shone through the darkness of heathenism until the father of her family came seeking sal vation from his sin-cursed life. He was a long-haired, uneducated, back-country reservation Indian. Unlike many who sit out there, he was indolent, indulging in ease, avoiding exertion, and neglecting parental duties. It was not he who chopped the wood, hauled the water, and planted the corn. Daily he Sat, waiting to be waited on. Having drunk his coffee and chewed his mutton bone, he would without conscience lie back on his sheep-skin, shutting his ears to the cry of his hungry little ones. Few believed there was hope for this man’s soul, but because of the faithful witness of one little child, God was able to lay hold of Long Coat’s heart, stir ring the slumbering cords of his dark ened soul until he began to search for the Light which shone forth in his little daughter’s daily living. Coming to us one day, he said, “Tell me her story,” and we knew he wanted the Life-Giving Story his little girl had tried so hard to tell. Not only did Long Coat admit his failure to love and care and provide for his own, but he saw that as a sinner he deserved no less than hell. (Continued on Page 2i) T H E K I N G ’ S B U S I N E S S
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