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Jesus’ way is best: “Come apart, rest and pray.” Let us learn the language of prayer; let ,us enter the ministry of inter cession. Small praying bands—the kind that have ushered in every new Pentecost—can do the humanly impossible—raise up a lead ership in this generation that shall bring to the entire human family the living Christ. —Joseph Wilson Cochran. [We have an interesting item from Baby lon, by Mr. W. E. Blackstone, now crowded out, but to be in our next issue.—Editors.] LIV INGSTONE’S LIFE OF FA ITH. (Concluded from Page 218.) was obliged to stop his travel, and stay in lonely immobility in an unknown village, utterly cut off from all connection with men of his own time and blood. While there he did not eat out his soul in fretful petulance, but, as he records in his diary, “I read the Bible through four times whilst I was in Manyuema.” reactionary teaching of these pamphlets. It just takes that much longer to do the things they are sent to do. This is the only reason I deplore the publication of such books. I appreciate the intentions and motives of the men who are respon sible for them; but they are wasting their energy and money in a “lost cause.” They had far better put it into the missionary treasury to “send the Gospel to the earth’s remotest bounds” than to be hedging up the way of the ministers here at home. The encouraging fact is that these ancient argu ments in these books will have little weight with the modern mind, and will soon pass away; but it is disheartening to find that men are still willing to waste time and money in such fruitless endeavor' when there is so much that could be done in real constructive work for the Kingdom of God. Yours sincerely, J ames R obert S m it h . T H E FUNDAMENTALS. (Concluded from Page 235.)
in the dimly lighted kitchen, and once again the old, sweet story was told, once again the Christ conquered. Between his' sobs, the young boy asked that his sins might be forgiven and he be accepted in the Beloved. Three days later they left Los Angeles for their home in the North. "Accept the Lord, now, on my dying bed?” Why, I would not think of doing such .a thing! I would be ashamed to come sneaking in at the last minute after I have treated Him so all my life, and never done one single thing for Him!” Her joy knew no bounds when we showed her that although she had rejected Him so long, it might yet be her privilege to praise and honor Him in eternity and stand with those who had washed their robes in the Blood of the Lamb, and serve Him day and night in His temple. This was three months ago. Today she is in the presence of the King and we have before us a letter from the mother, back on a Missouri farm. She writes: “Louise, life to me, who knew it all, was so sad with much that was worse than death. There was no love, no God, no anything. So many times I have prayed, ’Save her soul, O God, at any cost to her body,’ and that is the way He had to do it. I tried so often to talk with her before she left home last July, but she would not permit it. I can never thank you enough. While naturally I would like to have had this ‘star in my crown,’ I am so glad that she was saved, that I would gladly yield the ‘star’ to vou. I tried so hard to bring her to the cross, but I guess she saw my faults too plainly. I wonder at God’s patience with us. But then, He knows how we love Him, and I guess love is what He wants most of all.” The next great revival will not come at the finger crook of a “great movement.” This age is one of movements that move nothing. Nahum’s vision has come true: “The noise of a whip, and the noise of the rattling of wheels,” and we weary of our boisterous demonstrations, where the sin gle sword-thrust of St. George is forgot ten for the manifold motions of St. Vitus.
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