He was taken to Calvary’s hill and there crucified, nailed to a cross. God’s note of grace, fastened there on the tree reads: “To whoever finds this, I love you!” Yes, “God commended His love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” * * * When wereach for the souls of men we attack Satan athis mostsensitive spot. * * * SO NEAR, YET SO FAR When the snow lies deep in the North and the cold of 40 and 50 below zero strikes through to the bone, a roaring fire is always welcome. Victor Clark, with a young Indian companion, left the comforts of Fort Babine and journeyed to a nearby town for sup plies. The day before Christmas, as they pushed along the homeward trail, snow starting falling with increased intensity. A stinging wind cut the faces of the two and they were slowed down. Determined to reach the comfort and safety of home, however, they pressed on. The penetrating and devastating elements were against them and they started to stumble and fall. “How much farther?” Victor Clark asked his In dian guide. “Ten miles,” was the sober ing reply. They agreed that it would be foolish to press on. So they pitched camp amid a clump of trees. There, on Christmas Eve, they passed the terri ble night, huddling near the campfire, hungry and cold, while the wind whistled through the trees and about their faces. Chilled and exhausted, they saw the snow get deeper and deep er. Then came a grey dawn, ushering in Christmas Day. “Look!” Clark pointed. They had camped, hungry and cold within a few hundred yards of warm comfort. They had spent that bitter Christmas Eve just outside Fort Ba bine and didn’t know it. What a pic ture this is of the world at this joyous season, camping just outside the door to peace, hope, and rest, to be found only in and through Christ. The Lord Jesus said, “I am the door.” Will you enter in? Camp no longer in the sin- starved night, where the atmosphere of the world chills you to the bone. Enter the door of salvation and find spiritual warmth and shelter. Certain ly we can say with Scripture, “Thanks 29
A MESSAGE OF LOVE A heart-touching story is told about a poor little girl who had become the problem of the orphanage in which she lived. Not only was she unattractive, but also she had many annoying man nerisms and characteristics. As a re sult, she was shunned by the other children and generally disliked by staff members. For a long time, the super intendent had looked and longed for an excuse to send her off to a reform school. Then, one aftemoqn, the oppor tunity seemed to come. The child was suspected of writing notes to people on • the outside of the orphanage, a practice which was prohibited. The regulation was strictly enforced. An other little girl reported that she had SO LITTLE TIME So little time, so much to do Before He calls me home! Lord, may I faithful be, and true Until the day You come. So many wasted years have gone. So few are left for me. Yet there is much that can be done To set the captive free. Someone must tell that story old Of Jesus and His love; Someone must lead them to the fold And happiness above. — Allan Simpson seen the problem child write a note and pin it to the limb of a tree near the stone wall surrounding the property. Hoping for sufficient evidence to rid the orphanage of the child, the super intendent took her assistants to the spot, and, sure enough, they discovered the note. They had to hang their heads, however, when they read these few words written in a childish hand, “To whoever finds this, I love you!” You know, someone else wrote a note and put it on a tree outside the city wall. It was God’s own Son, the Lord Jesus Christ. Of Him, too, it was writ ten, “He had no form or comeliness that we should desire Him . . . He was despised and rejected of men.” So may I join those reapers few Who toil from sun to sun. Because there is so much to do If souls to Christ are won.
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