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What do other nations think o f our boasted Christianity? 5. That we have one Mohammedan and seventy-four Buddhist temples in the United States; and that our homes, churches, and schools are threatened by these demons of evil? 6. That home missions and evangelism are God’s weapons to put down this evil? 7. That if home missions and evangel ism fail in the United States, the sin and consequence o f our failure will fall upon our children’s children? An aged woman in Utah who, with her husband, separated from the' Mormon Church, was being instructed by a Chris tian missionary. He quoted the words of Jesus, “ Come unto me, and I will give you rest.” She instantly replied, “ That’s what we’ve been waiting for these many years! Considering our age, it is about time that we found it.” In the western States, the United States Government is carrying on a stupendous project of dry farming. It has been mark edly successful; deserts have become fer tile and productive. The people living in these sections need not only irrigation for their lands, but the “water of life” for their souls. The government’s efforts were at first an experiment, but the proclama tion o f salvation cannot be an experiment, for the results were assured nineteen hun dred years ago, when Christ gave His life for the lost. Deep draughts of “the water of life” will transform barren lives and make them to “adorn the gospel” of the Lord Jesus Christ. Sui Ngun, a miserable little Chinese slave girl of San Francisco, did all the hard work for a large family, but she was beaten and half starved by her master and mistress. One day, when she was sefit for some meat, the demands o f hunger were too strong to resist, and she began to nib- bib at the raw pork. On teaching home she discovered to her horror that the meat was almost gone. She dared not face her master. For hours she wandered about the streets, and at last dropped ex hausted on the steps of a house. She was taken to a mission home. There she grew to womanhood and married a Christian Chinese. The spirit that founded this mis sion home and made possible the salvation o f this girl is, unfortunately, not shared by many thoughtless people who may call themselves Christians. They are more like another little girl who, when a friend re ferred to the Chinese cook as a man, ex claimed, “ Oh, Sing isn’t a man; he is just a Chinalum.” Among the Chinese in America we may do foreign mission work at home. The Lord’s Day is my Father’s at-home day, when He has a special welcome for all His children who come to appear in the family circle. I make the best use of the day when I spend most of the time with Him. . ■ —Dr. Howard A. Kelly, M.D. — o — Best Use of the Lord’s Day
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oil could be attached to divine power and turned into a fountain o f wealth. Little did Dorcas imagine that her sewing needle would be the instrument of showing forth her saintly charity to all generations. How the dealings o f God forever soar above all the conjectures of men, and His mar velous providence walks through the heavens, and uses the seeming trifling things o f life as stepping stones. Here we have an insight into God’s government, how He is constantly joining the super natural unto the natural, taking the lit tle things, and weak things of the creature, and welding them to omnipotence and grace. Nothing is more wonderful than how God unites Himself to created beings. He did not ignore the little pot o f oil, but made it the nucleus of His exhaust less supply. It is not the measure of what we have that tells the most, but the mea sure in which our littleness is given up to the Lord, and led out into His purposes, and into the power of the Holy Spirit. — G. D. Watson. September 1 \r^-“ God is able to make all grace abound toward you” (2 Cor. 9:8). In 2 Kings 4:6 we are told that the oil stayed because there were no more vessels to hold it. Had there been more vessels there would have been more : oil. God worked the miracle to deliver the widow, and there is no limit t
September 9— “Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless, afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteous ness unto them which are exercised there by” (Heb. 12:11). This is help which lasts. Have you ever seen men and women whom some disaster drove to a great act of prayer, and by and by the disaster was forgotten, but the sweetness - o f religion remained and warmed their souls ? So have I seen a storm in later spring; and all was black, save where the lightning tore the cloud with thundering rent. The winds blew and the rains fell, as though heaven had opened its windows. What a devastation there was! Not a spider’s web that was out of doors escaped the storm, which tore up even the strong-branched oak. But ere long the lightning had gone by, the thunder was spent and silent, the rain was over, the western wind came up with its sweet breath, the clouds were chased away, and the retreating storm threw a scarf of rainbows over her fair shoulders and resplendent neck, and looked back and smiled, and so withdrew and passed out of sight. But for weeks long, the fields held up their hands full of ambrosial flowers, and all the summer through the grass was greener, the brooks were fuller, and the trees cast a more umbrageous shade, be cause the storm passed by—though all the rest of the earth had long ago forgotten the storm, its rainbows and its rain. —Theodore Parker. September 10—“ Thine hemdmaid hath not anything in the house, save a pot of oil” (2 Ki. 4:2). This was the reply of the poor widow when questioned as to her resources. Lit tle did she dream that her little pot of Great Grace His grace is great enough to meet the great things, The crashing waves that over whelm the soul, The roaring winds that leave us stunned and breathless, The sudden storms beyond our life’s control. His grace is great enough to meet the small things, The little pin-prick troubles that annoy, The insect worries, buzzing and per sistent, The squeaking wheels that grate upon our joy. —Annie Johnson Flint.
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