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ing maybes mighty by misinterpretation, giving quaqua- versal quips where guidance should be guaranteed. They show their close kinship to Mr. Worldly Wiseman who guided heavily-burdened Christian on his way to the Celestial City out of the way and into such sore trouble. “The conjecturers have gone out into the fields of the scientific and the natural and have found wild vines and gathered there of gourds their laps full, and have made them a pernicious pottage. They pour this pottage out for folks to eat. And, with supercilious pose and an air of intellectual superiority, they laugh at us who cry aloud to the youth of our generation: ‘There is death in the pot!’ “Conjecturers! These are they who feed hungry mouths that cry for the bread of life, on geological stone pies! Conjecturers! These are they who give those who beg for the fish of spiritual nutriment the ribs and jaw bones and bareknee knuckles of ‘pre-historic’ animals ■ to gnaw. Conjecturers! These are they who ‘chival rously’ refrain from making direct and brazen denial so much and so often, but do not hesitate to put an inter rogation point solidly after every great spiritual affirma tion. “They close the garden where grief has found through the centuries only final comfort, the sinner his only Sav iour, and death the only destroyer. At life’s sunset time, as we draw nigh the river of death— which is very, very deep—and the valley—which is often very, very dark— they provide for us a paper boat in which to ‘dare the dread abyss,’ and offer us a lamp in which no oil is and in which no flame abides to light our way. “In Isaiah 35 :7 the old prophet, who was a great seer and saw afar, a great heart and felt deeply, a great soul and dared valiantly, said: ‘The mirage shall become a pool.’ But the conjecturers promise a pool, and give a mirage, an airy nothing that mocks men’s thirst, fills his mouth with gravel when he is hungry, and fills his pillow with thorns when he comes to die.” Your Part Is Needful “For the body is not one member, but many.”—1 Cor. 12:14. The whole company of true believers is compared by Paul to the parts of the human body, each part, whether great or small, being absolutely essential to the function of the whole. It is beautiful to see how the God who has Bound His world into great harmony by its very diversities, has ar ranged for the same end in His church by incorporating into it men and women of different capacities and faculties of work. As pure light breaks into its separate hues as it strikes.the rocks of the mountains, so in the light of Christ as it touches His spiritual temple in which every believer is compared to a stone, every color is seen to lie in tranquil beauty beside its fellow. If it is not so, it should be, for He intends it so. Are you faithfully serving Christ in the place where He has put you? If so, it does not matter whether your hand holds a sceptre, a pen or a tool; whether you handle a thousand dollars a day or one; whether you meet many or few. You are a part of a body performing a definite function. Never think of that life which in His infinite wisdom He has appointed you as commonplace. Glorify Him where you are.
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"Above all, taking the shield o f faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts o f the wicked. And take the helmet o f sal vation, and the sword o f the Spirit, which is the word o f God.”
Curse of Conjecture F ROM an article appearing under the above caption in The Watchman-Examiner, we take the following par agraphs which we believe will help our Defenders. Rob ert G. .Lee, the author, shows how easily people are swayed in their thinking by mere conjecture. It is our privilege as soul-winners to show men that the Word of God alone furnishes a foundation which is enduring, and only those whose faith rests in its promises are able to testify of having found peace which passes all understand ing: “There is a curse that goes forth over the face of the whole earth today, journeying without apparent weariness. This curse, ever showing itself as merciless and seemingly ubiquitous unto which do swarm from every quarter mul tiplying villainies, travels many highways and bypaths and knocks at many doors and speaks to many people in their mother tongue. It is the curse of conjecture. “Today, conjecturalists, rendering dogmatic judgments from weak and incomplete evidence, hold high and author itative seats in some of our educational, literary, and theological court houses, where the Bible is summoned to appear at the bar of human reason. Parading before the footlights,, the conjecture cohorts are oft applauded and encored by those, who in a world abounding in subtle infection and seduction are slaves of the temporal rather than kings of the eternal. “At the sound of their conjectural cornets, their faith- flaunting flutes, their hypercritical harps, their spurious sackbuts, their perversely phantasmal psalteries, their de ceptive dulcimers, their flippant fifes, and their presump tuous violino picciolos, in conjubilant chorus of assump tions many bow down and worship, giving ear to that which gives the heart no rest and the soul no peace, and the life no anchor in time of storm, even as ‘the people, the nations, the languages’ bowed down to Nebuchadnez zar’s golden image in the plain of Dura—an image that had no ears for their cries, no eyes for their miseries. Listening to the cajoleries of these conjectures concerning eternal verities, many miss life’s central melody and be come victims of dawdling ditties and prisoners of ‘dam nable heresies’ (2 Pet. 2:1). B askets of G uesses “With baskets full of guesses they go forth, like the ‘enemy who came and sowed tares among the wheat and went his way’ (Matt. 13:25), swaggeringly sowing sur mises, proudly planting probabilities and perhapses, mak
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