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admirers are not to blame at all for clothes. She says it’s partly the style dictators, but mostly it’s other girls and women for whom we dress. She holds that suitors—that is, real ones— like us best in a modest muslin with a sash, and a dewy flower in the hair. I told her I had thought that was old stuff. But not at all, for she tells me that the cot tage in the lane, morning-glories around the trellis, and so on, are still in the back of the admirers’ minds. They are just the same as they have been for some centuries, I am told by this wise child. She insists that I should be blam ing the other women who make you feel it if your gown is not quite the thing. How do they do it, and why, I asked. They are, by nature, the sentinels of society, and if another woman does not bear upon her person that hall-mark of sophistication, fashionable garb, she is not even allowed inside. I told her it was not so in Boston. She laughed and said that Boston was quaint, but that I must put the blame where it belongs—on the shoulders of women— it has always been their fault. Now, Connie, it’s up to you ; we shall make you the umpire in this decision. Who’s to blame for backless dresses and all the rest of it? I await your decision with trembling fear. If you decide against me, I warn you, I shall probably become a female archaeologist—I ’ve always liked that stuff—wear my hair in a small topnot with a few large hairpins showing plainly, and don a tweedy shape less frock and a dowd of a hat. So beware what you decide about clothes. In all seriousness, what are we who are Christian girls to do about it? It’s awfully important! It’s vital. We are ambassadors from a heavenly country, and it’s so wonder ful to represent Christ! We must do so in a worthy way. Write soon to your own loving E leanor . yellow. They are jaundiced with gold, or they are streaked with moral and spiritual cowardice. Other lives are red. They are radical in religion and radical in politics. They see red. Spiritual Christians are “ ever-green.” Whatsover a Spirit-led man. does will prosper in the spiritual realm. He is like a tree planted by the rivers of water; his leaf also shall not fade. G race The beauty of the rainbow speaks of grace. There is nothing more beautiful in nature than the rainbow. There is nothing more beautiful in the spiritual kingdom than grace. Grace beautifies all life. Paul calls it “ the manifold grace of God.” Grace is variegated. As the pure light is divided into seven colors, so the grace of God is seen in salvation, redemption, atonement, holiness, purification, peace, and resurrection. The rainbow is a public sign, hung in the heavens that all might see. How few, however, look at that rainbow! Even when the attention of the many is called to the rain bow, they give it a fleeting glance and pass on, oblivious to the splendor that is before them. So it is that “ the grace of God that bringeth salvation hath appeared to all men,” but few see it and less receive it. Those who do not drink in the beauty of the rainbow are without excuse. Those who do not receive and assimilate the grace of God that brings sal vation are also without excuse. “ How shall we escape, if we neglect so great salvation ?” G O D ’S SIGN [Continued from page 165]
I magination
T P h e mysterious appearances of the rainbow flame the ^imagination. A superstition associated with the rain bow promises that, wherever its glittering feet touch, there a secret treasure may be discovered. Some foolish souls have searched for the gold at the foot of the rainbow, but they have found only fairy metal. Thus imagination will ever be cultivated by the rainbow. We read that “ where there is no vision, the people per ish.” Where there is no imagination, the mind dies. Thoughts precede things. Before the mountains were brought forth, and before God formed the sky and the world, cosmos existed in His mind. Columbus imagined that the world was round before he discovered America. Napoleon was a great military man because he imagined himself in the heat of battle before the first shot was fired. The author imagines, and the page teems with life. The orator imagines, and speech takes on flesh and blood. The painter imagines, and, lo, paint and canvas are transformed into an immortal masterpiece. The composer imagines, and symphony stirs a world of music. We build castles in the air before we build them on the earth. It would help us to live better on earth, if we would oftentimes imagine our selves in heaven. E ternal The perpetual appearance of the rainbow speaks of God’s unchangeableness. The rainbow that Noah saw soon lost its brilliancy. It became dimmer and dimmer, and finally it disappeared. Since that time, ten thousand times ten thousand other rainbows have arched the sky and melted into the clouds, but Christ abides. Paul says, “ The fashion of this world passeth.” “ Change and decay in all around I see,” but Christ is the same today, yesterday, and forever. Trust the Eternal One. The rainbow speaks of union. Jacob’s ladder connected heaven and earth. Angels descended and ascended thereon. So it is that the rainbow arches heaven and earth. Christ is the One who is the Way from the temporal to the eternal. If we walk with Him, then we pass from death unto eternal life. We have seen beautiful bows. They have stirred the imagination. They have sent a thrill through our souls. Let us remember that a brighter one is shining round the eternal throne; and when the little storm of life is over, we shall look upon the eternal bow forevermore. Forget thou not this revelation, A token o f a great salvation.
The bow safeguards earth from inundation, The cross assures all of a perfect salvation. This is the all-wise God’s decree. Amen. So let it be.
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By the eminent and always-beloved GRACE LIV INGSTON H ILL It is fascinating. It is gripping. It emphasizes the truth of the Virgin Birth. Watch for “ THE HANDMAIDEN OF THE LORD”
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