T HE K I N G ' S B U S I N E S S fight, but with tact and patience and persistence he has carried the work on. Believing the whole Bible and preaching it constantly, he gathered around him some men and women. Soon they be gan to see the spiritual poverty of their church and the possibility of a glorious harvest, and were filled with a Divine discontent and longing for a revival. The place was small and out of the way of the beaten track of evangelists, their church had only some forty odd mem bers and finances were low. They hard ly hoped any one could be induced to come. Mr. Curtis was in Los Angeles attending meetings and classes for his own spiritual nurture. (A fine way and place for a country minister to spend a vacation. Let me commend it to others.) One day, talking over the situation with Superintendent Horton, he learned that they could have an evangelist. I can never forget my feelings when I arrived in the town and looked the situation over. I felt like Jonah when told to go to Nineveh. We worked all Saturday getting the banner ready and putting it up arid putting'some signs up. The church seated about one hundred and was nicely filled with the first service. It was crowded that night. Every night the attendance increased until we were full in spite of extra chairs. The weather was cold and rainy. The country people couldn’t get in, for although it rains seldom there, when it does, it dpes it heartily. The roads are not California roads and be come impassable. But in spite of all this God blessed us. We determined we would go into the town, right in the midst of the pool-rooms, etc., and hold the meetings in an old dance hall. Some of the ladies helped to clean it. The School Board loaned their platform and some chairs. We emptied the church of its furniture, got some bunting and hung it up to hide the dirt and defects on the walls. In this way we spent our rest day, and were all ready for Tues day night. The house was full that night and every night that week. Con viction was - deepening as the interest widened. Mr. Brilhart organized his “Win One” Band amongst the High School students. They held their meet ing every night, prior to the evening meeting, crowded the platform every night and became our choir. Friday night the break came, some twenty or forty coming out for Christ. Some of the old saints became shouting happy.
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A Lonely Soldier Saved One night a young soldier, only twenty-one years of age, with a bur dened and breaking heart, stopped at the Hall. His father and mother were separated. Only a few days before, his mother had been taken to a hospital very sick, and on the previous night he sat up all night with her and was crushed with sorrow as death came with dawn. As he listened to the story of the cross one of the workers, ever alert for souls, spoke to him about the Lord. Aft er a few minutes the soldier broke down and sobbed as a child and definitely ac cepted Christ as his Saviour. He was out of work and at once asked God to supply this need. The next day he found work in a bakery where he re mained ten days, and was very severely tried but remained true to Christ.,. He then became sick and was sent to the Soldiers’ Hospital. There he was faith ful in reading his Bible and one day the two other soldiers in the ward asked, “What are you reading?” “ The Word of God.” Profound silence followed. A few days later these same men asked him to read aloud to them; this he glad ly did and was used of the Spirit to win them both to Christ. After his discharge from the Hospital he returned to the Hall almost bursting; with joy, to tell this happy experience. He has been to the Hall several times to give a joyful testimony to the Lord. Y. V. MORGAN, Supt. NICHOLSON CAMPAIGN A Revival and a Riot T HANK God for the privilege of see ing a reril old-fashioned ’’Acts of the Apostles” revival. A riot as well as a revival. Such things áre few and far between in these days of apos tasy. As a rule you cap preach and or ganize all you care to and the crowd just treat you and the work with indif ference, as not even worth scrapping about. It was not that way in Casa Grande, Arizona. Casa Grande is an old “ desert” town with a population of about seven hundred and only one church, which has been there about thirty years. Two years ago the Rev. Norman Curtis was sent there. He is a Moody man and one of Dr. Torrey’s students. Ho has had a hard, uphill
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