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If Not, W hy N ot? You call me master, and you do not ques tion me. You call me the light, and you do not look to me. You call me the way, and you do not follow me. You call me the truth, and you do not believe me. You call me the life, and you do not wish for me. You call me the wise, and you give me no attention. You call me lovely, and you do not love me. You call me rich, and you do not ask for anything. —D. L. M. IZ E E P away from places where- people say to you, “I did not expect to see you!” The will of God to the obedient Chris tian is a well-pleasing will. It is not gall ing hut a delight (Romans 12:1, 2). God is the God of our spirits because He gives us life, the God of our souls because He gives us movement, and the God of our bodies because He gives us existence. Temptation is inevitable. No man can sneak into heaven without it. God had one Son without sin but no son without temptation. To be is to be subject to temp tation. “The pleasures of earth become tasteless When Jesus no longer I see; Sweet fields, sweet birds, and sweet flowers Have all lost their sweetness for me; The midsummer sun smiles but dimly, The flowers no longer look gay; But when I am happy in Jesus December’s as pleasant as May.” •
Y our T h o u g h ts You can never tell what a thought will do In bringing you hate or love For thoughts are things, on their airy wings, Swifter than carrier doves. They follow the law of the universe, Each thing creates its kind, They ¿peed o’er the track to bring you back Whatever went out of your mind. Serm ons w ith “ H ead s” On the subject of sermon divisions “Authentic” remembers hearing a Glasgow minister preaching to children on the Prod igal Son. His heads were: (1) Bad. (2) Mad. (3) Sad. (4) Glad. In the evening, addressing an adult congregation on the same text, his heads were: (1) Going to the dogs. (2) Feeding the hogs. (3) Eat ing the veal. (4) Wearing the seal. These divisions, the Glasgow “Herald” remarks, might surely have been condensed and brought into symmetry with the morning discourse, thus: (1) Reel. (2) Squeal. (3) Veal. (4) Seal. Possibilities Walking in a garden one day, a friend saw on the path a brown leaf or twig lying. Quickly, as by a miracle, that brown leaf was transformed with a glorious beauty which thrilled him. That dry brown twig was changed into a thing of beauty. A sudden burst of flaming scarlet and purple and yellow—a gorgeous painting of the most beautiful colors—flashed before him from that grayel walk. Then in a moment it disappeared, and the brown leaf again was seen. What caused this wonderful change? A butterfly, painted in the humb lest colors—in the coarsest brown—to look like the leaf, lay resting there. Then it opened its wings to fly, and behold, the transformation!
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