suffered all the agonies deserved by unpardoned sinners by bearing the punishment of all sin for all time. All the cups of gall ever pressed to human lips condensed into one cup could not measure the bitterness forced on Jesus when He poured out His soul unto death. All the dark ness ever known carried into one dark hall could not equal that hour. All loneliness of all hearts measured into one desert of solitude could not compare to His isolation when there were none with Him. He cried, “My God, my God, why hast Thou for saken me?” The concentrated mar tyrdom of all ages could not meas ure the vicarious expiation of Him who died as a criminal when He bore the sin of all sinners. Is it nothing to you? Christ took your place on the cross, paying your sin debt at Cal vary. Here He gave His perfect life for your vile sins. Life is so short. Get rid of sin by taking Christ as your Saviour. Come to Him now. By believing on Him the sting of death is extracted. Say, “I can, I will, I do believe.” Christ will never say “no” to your plea for forgiveness. He has assuredly promised, “Him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out.”
GOD'S SUNSETS If God can paint a sunset In hues so bright and pure That e'en the marveling mortal eye Can scarce the sight endure . . . If God can close the dying day In glory such as this And in the gathering clouds display Reflected heavenly bliss . . . If Christ, the waves controlling Can bid the storm "Be still!" Restoring peace and beauty Where once loomed strife and ill . . . Then surely I can trust Him, M y Pilot o'er life's way, To guide through gloried clouds at last Into eternal day! — Edith E. Fischer TONIGHT Suppose an angel told me At early morning light, "Your Lord will come this evening— You will go home tonight!" Would ecstasy be clouded By thoughts of things undone. The seed I might have scattered, The crown I might have won? The soul I meant to speak to The purse I meant to share, And oh, the wasted moments I meant to spend in prayer! The weight of unsaved millions Would press upon my heart. In their death am I certain That I had not a part?
And just a few short moments In which to set things right!
How feverishly I'd labor Until the waning light!
Oneof the busy telephone switchboards on the Bioia College campus i manned by Mrs. Marie Felder of La Mirada, whose husband is on the Bioia maintenance staff. The switchboard is located in the large women's residence hall which accommodates over300 students.
O slothful soul, and careless heart, O eyes which have no sight— Work, lest you reap but vain regret— Your Lord may come tonight!
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