to be reassured. I would simply say, "We don't know for sure, but judging by our present speed, con ditions being as they are, I would imagine that we will be there at such and such a time." God has given us signs along the road. These signs are in the form of prophetic truths and carefully reveal those indications which would let us know of His soon coming. May our hearts be ready. May we be in earnest anticipation of that day. There is a little verse I learned many years ago. In fact, it was one of the first we used on broadcasts of "The Biola Hour" when we be came involved almost 20 years ago. It is as fresh, as real and certainly as pertinent relative to this ninth verse as any I have ever heard. The unknown author suggests, "We mutter, we sputter, We fume and we spurt; We mumble, we grumble, Our feelings get hurt. We can't understand things, Our vision grows dim; When all that we need Is a moment with Him!" God help us to be ready when that day of our Saviour's coming appears, and in the meantime let us not be grudging, critical, sen- sorious or finding fault one against another lest we be condemned.
something spectacular! Because of the moral and spiritual declining trends in our nation, we cannot help but feel that the nearness of Christ is a lot closer than anyone could possibly realize. People of the world themselves, not neces sarily born-again Christians, sense that there is a cataclysmic develop ment coming. Marquis Child wrote recently a word of warning to tell us that there is now enough nuclear energy stored up by the major powers which, if unleashed, would annihilate every human being with between 50 and 100 tons of TNT. Think of it. Every living being on the face of this earth. That is the potential power for destruction. The powder keg is there now and the fuse already seems to be set. Notice James is saying, ". . . the judge standeth before the door." That is, He is already there. It is as though His hand were resting on the knob and He is just ready to enter. For many years it was our privi lege to participate in the Biola Conferences at Mount Hermon and The Firs. Our children, of course, are now grown but in those early years they were quite small. It never failed! No sooner had we left our home, all packed, ready for the long trip from Southern Cali fornia to the Santa Cruz area, than one of them would ask in a rather desperate tone, "Daddy, when do we get there?" Now that was a perfectly natural question. They were easily tired, bored and an xious. The only problem was the rapidity and frequency with which the question was re-asked by a dif ferent member of the household for the next eight or ten hours. Each of the three children wanted
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