March, 1934
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The Great RED D RAG O N andthe W OM AN ’S CHILD ^ in1934 B y LOUIS S. BAUMAN,* Long Beach, California -»-'Lv'V'"' *
The Repository of Faith—-Israel Survives ! T here is a bit of the old temple wall still left to the Jew in Jerusalem. Thither the grief-worn sons o f sor- sow have made pilgrimage week after week, year after year, generation after generation, thankful to “ the Eter nal” for even the privilege o f bending their weary bodies toward the wall, washing the cold grey stones with their tears and kissing them with fervent lips. Over and over, they sob the prayer that their fathers before them have prayed : “ Have pity, O Eternal ! upon Thy people and do not let Thine inheritance become a reproach or the nations hold sway over them .. . . Do not forsake us, O Eternal our God, be not far from us, for our lives are oppressed by reason of the sword and captivity, pestilence and plague. Oh, do Thou deliver us from all kinds o f sorrow and grief, for in Thee we hope !”
not be the faith that saves “ to the uttermost,” but faith in the living God it i s ! O f that faith, Israel remains the ages- old repository. While Israel survives, faith in God sur vives ! The God of Abraham may chastise, but He keeps covenant with the children of faith. Israel may be blind, but Israel still believes. And he who believes shall some day see. Listen to “ The Cry o f the Jew” : ; “ There is no Face in pity bent When by the way I fall, No anxious, loving Shepherd comes In answer to my call; There are no tender eyes to seek, No gentle arms to hold, No nail-pierced hands to take me up And bring me to the fold. “ And when on naked, bleeding feet To Calvary I go, And stagger, crush’d, beneath the cross, There’s none to heed or know ; There’s none to lift the cruel weight, There’s none to even share— O Thou who climb’ d the Hill before, Look down and help me bear!” — “ A J ew .” T he P rotocols —W hat M atter T hey ? As in ages past, that eternal problem— the Jew — has ever divided the world into two great camps— Semitic and anti-Semitic— even so it is today. The first condones and soft pedals for the Jew. The second blames him for every disaster known to the sons o f men. I f you smash your thumb with a hammer— go kill a Jew! [The saddest part* o f the situation is that the problem o f the Jew is beginning to divide the church— even the sincere fundamentalists— into those two camps. Just now, we may designate the two camps as Protocolists and anti-Protocolistsl,.W e discover some very sincere men in either camp. Burthen, 'bam o f Tarsus was quite sincere when he thought he “ ought to do many things contrary to the name o f Jesus o f Nazareth” ! What if a group o f very cunning and far-sighted Jews did write that sinister document known as the “ Protocols,” laying down a world program whereby the Jews would conquer the nations o f the earth? If nineteen million Jews can pit their wits against nineteen hundred million Gen tiles, and win, then the Gentiles deserve to be conquered! The Gentiles would* do the same— reversing the situation. But no nineteen million Jews are so pitting their w i t ^ - no, not even nineteen thousand even think o f so doing. |Tf the “ Protocols” are o f Jewish origin, there is a mere han3- i ful o f Jews having inside knowledge of the scheme. It is a mighty poor sport, and a thousand times poorer Chris tian, who will be party to the persecution, impoverishing, and destroying of ninety-nine innocents— even little chil dren— for the crime o f one plotter 1 <#■- 5 7 / 7 / fi. 93 In 1922, Mr. Hilaire Belloc gave the public his book, The Jews. He laid plenty o f the world’s scandals at the doors o f the Jews, and prophesied that there would be an “ explosion against the Jews which we all dread, and which
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Grief-bent it may be, but the spirit o f Israel remains unbroken. Stilled is the lash o f the Egyptian taskmaster. Shattered are the chains o f the Babylonian captor. Broken is the sword o f the Syrian. Rotted are the crosses o f the Roman. Cold are the faggots of the Spaniard. Israel sur vives ! The bearded patriarchs still greet the years: “ This year here— next year in Yerushelayim!” Sustained by a great idealism, spurred forward by an undying hope, every morning o f his life the orthodox Jew recites his thirteen articles of faith, one o f them being: “I believe with a whole [hearted] belief that the Messiah cometh, the Son o f Da vid; and though He tarrieth, yet will I wait for Him!” And need we wonder why, in spite o f the Jew’s stub bornness, in spite o f his blindness, in spite of his follies, God still loves and the devil still hates— the Jew ! In that breast, faith ever survives. Waters, fires, lions, swords, gibbets— all have failed to destroy it. It may not be the faith it should be. It may not be the faith it will be. But it is not bold, bald, bleak, blatant, hopeless unbelief! It may *Second in a series o f three articles by the pastor o f the First Brethren Church, Long Beach.
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