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January 1930
Thank God for the happiness He has given me. I have just finished reading the New Testament through again. I think this makes the fifth time I have read it through since you gave it to me, and the Old Testament I have read through once. The more I read it the more I want to read. I am attending the Congregational Church.” That first policeman offered a second policeman a Tes tament. Did he take it? I should think not! He began to curse and swear a blue streak around the station. He said he wanted to have nothing to do with anything of the kind. But notice what happened. That little Testament changed the first policeman’s life. At length, the second policeman, seeing the change in the life of his comrade, came around and said he believed he would like to have one of those little Testaments after all! He not only took the little Book, but better than that, he accepted the Lord as his Saviour. Three years later that once scoffing, swearing policeman went with me to London, and gave a ringing testimony before policemen from all parts of Britain of the saving and keeping power of the Lord Jesus Christ. Nine years later I saw him and asked him how many days he had missed reading and carrying the little Book during the nine years. You can guess his answer: “ Not one day in nine years !”—Abbreviated from Chapter One, “Adventures in Soul-Winning," pub lished by The Million Testaments Campaign. BBSS Being Happy in the New Year Our happiness in this new year will in no sense depend on our prosperity or our possessions. The prosperous are not always happy and certainly the rich are not always happy. Happiness comes from absolute dependence on God. It comes from love to God Himself, and is not con nected with God’s gifts to us. Many of the happiest Chris tians have the least of this world’s goods. The quotation from the old prophet which follows is but the reiteration of a truth that we all recognize in our occasional better moments, but that is so likely to be overlaid and obscured in the mad, materialistic rush and whirl of commoner times, that a man’s or a nation’s life consists not in the abundance of the things possessed, and that the primary questions are not those of having and enjoying. This is what the prophet says and this is what we would say: '“Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour, of the olive shall fall, and- the fields shall yield no meat; the flocks shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I 'will joy in the' God o f my saivat i o n —W atchman-Examiner. Biola in China D R. AND MRS. FRANK A. KELLER, recently re turned from China on furlough, bring cheering news concerning the Institute’s activities in that war-torn!land. After a season of interruption because of the revolution in China, the Bible Institute in Hunan Province has again opened and, the Evangelistic Bands are busily at work. After a few weeks df rest at Toronto, Canada, Dr. and Mrs. Keller will be .available for missionary meetings in New York and Pennsylvania. Any churches or societies in those States that desire-to hear-their thrilling story may obtain more definite information concerning their plans by addressing the Managing Editor of T he K ing ’ s B usiness .
self rejoiced to think that the accident had been the means of bringing the man on the truck to Christ— for he had remembered the injunction: “ Be- instant in season,” and “ out o f season,” and had unfolded to the sadly frightened young man the way of salvation through Christ, as soon as he had cared for, and sent to the nearest hospital, the unconscious Althea. The young driver never could forget the pallid, pain-twisted, yet joyful face of the injured man, who thought not of his own injuries, but warmly grasped his arm with his uninjured hand and said: “ It is all gloriously worth while! It is not suffering— or at least, it is just heaven to suffer for H im !” New Year’s day dawned soft and clear, and Althea, looking out at the daffodil sky and feeling the balmy breeze of the southern Pacific Coast upon her cheek, thanked God for the new life that was beginning for her. But she still pondered sadly upon the fate of her old friend. At that very time, Uncle Alan was getting ready to visit her. “ They think she is worrying about you, and has been afraid to ask’” Elise told him after a session at the tele phone. “ And they have thought it wiser not to stir her up by saying anything, one way or the other. You had better come in right after her breakfast, they say.” Althea had been recalling the passing of Arthur, her girlhood hero. She was remembering how Sir Bedevere climbed to see the barge bearing Arthur away: That she should weep! Where was that “ patent leather finish,” which someone had said encased her personality? Gone! And she was glad though her eyes were blurred with tears. So blurred that she could hardly see who it was whom the nurse was bringing in. Someone with his arm in a sling and several medical-looking patches on his face. Poor Althea! She could not speak, she could only look and look and grasp the free hand of her dear old friend and allow a few blessed tears to overflow. “ May I pray with you, Althea?” She nodded her head and when Uncle Alan saw her smile, he knew all and could only exclaim : ' “ ‘He hath done marvelous things: his right hand, and his holy' arm,, hath gotten him the victory.’ The LORD hath made known his salvation/ ” ■ ■ Adventures In Soul Winning ( Continued from page 16) . Testament will lead), one big policeman to Jesus Christ, I will give, one to every policeman in the station.” There were about seventeen men in the little police station, and practically all of them agreed to *read and carry a Testament. I met them day after day and asked them how far they had read, and how they were, getting on. In five months eight of the policemen confessed Christ, and five, of them joined the church at one time. It was a real revival in a police station ,Y It was not tny work —it was God’s Word. Two years later I received a beautiful letter from the policeman who received the first Testament. He said: “ No doubt you will think I have forgotten your kindness to me. I met you in Edgbaston Road. Praise God for that meeting. I have been a teetotaler two years this day. Down that long water opening on the deep Somewhere far off, pass on and on, and go From less to less and vanish into light. And the new sun rose bringing the New Year.
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