King's Business - 1913-07



out planning it, our breakfast had been transformed into a prayer gathering. All that was left was to finish on our knees.” There is only one way to arrive at any goal, and that is to keep on moving toward it. Failures on the way do not necessarily prevent our final success; but to stop press­ ing forward is a sure way of never getting there. Christ cannot bring through in tri­ umph, to the goal he offers us all, those who will not endure in his strength unto the end. Endurance, steadfastness, persis-' tence: these are signs of discipleship. He will “present you holy and without blemish and unreprovable before him : if so .be that ye continue in the faith.” We shall do well to make our own the homely bit of verse: "I’m going through, Lord, yes, I’m going through. I’ll pay the price whatever others do; I’ll join the ranks of, the world’s despised few, I’ve started ■out, Lord, and I’m going through!” No defeat by sin can suffice to keep us out of the final glor.y that is hid in Christ Jesus if, our faith failing not, we still press forward in unquenchable confidence, not in ourselves, but in the Captain of our salvation .—Sunday School Times. A pastor who had spoken of heaven in his Sunday sermon was met the next day by one of the rich members of his church with the remark, “Pastor, that was a good sermon about heaven, but you forgot to tell us where heaven is.” “True,” said the pastor, “but I will tell you now. Down there in the upper story of that house lives a member of our parish, a widow with two children. In her garret are two beds—in the first of which lies the mother and babe; in the second the other child. All are sick. The stove is without fire because there is no coal. The poor people are without food and their need is very great. Now this is my advice. Lay out anywhere from 100 francs to 200 francs, in provisions; take these to them in a basket, and say to the widow, ‘My dear woman, I have brought you these things

A cartoon entitled, “The Most Expensive Tombstone in the World," and portraying a whiskey bottle at one end of a new-made grave and a glass at the other, recently appeared on the front page of the Baltimore Sun. This advertisement—which had be- forp appeared on the editorial page of the New York Evening Journal—cost over $150, and was the gift of two private citizens who had the welfare of their fel­ low men at heart. “What silences we keep, year after year, With those who are most near to us and dear! We live beside each other day by day, We speak of myriad things, but seldom say The full, sweet word that lies just in our reach, Beneath the commonplace of common speech. Then out of sound and out of reach they go— These close, familiar friends who loved us so; And sitting in the shadow they have left, Alone with loneliness, and sore bereft, We think with vain regret of some kind word That once we might have said and they have, heard.” Major Malan, an officer in the British army and an evangelist, had the true spirit of prayer. One said of him: “One beau­ tiful Sabbath morning we were breakfast­ ing under the trees, when he suddenly said: ‘Will you let me introduce you to some of the friends for whom I pray?’ And then without waiting for an answer he began repeating name after name, each followed with exclamations such as ‘O Lord, bless him,’ or ‘Good God, sustain him.’ We followed him to the ragged schools, the orphan homes and prisons of London; then to Paris; thence to Germany, Russia, Tur­ key, Persia, China and Japan. After three- quarters of an hour we had made the tour of the world,, visited all sorts of beautiful charities and helpful missions, and made the acquaintance of a great number of the Lord’s own. We realized, then, that, With­

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