September 1931
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C 0 resen i- d ) a y C ^ iiljìllm en i o f ] PROPHECY .. . By LOUIS S. BAUMAN
[Dr. Bauman has been repeatedly asked the question, “What about Mussolini and the Pope?” The items in this month’s con tribution all bear upon this subject and constitute a satisfying and scriptural reply .— E ditor .] Reviving Israel and Rome J L L o event of recent times has so emphatically proclaimed the end of Gentile dominion on the earth and the coming down from heaven of that everlasting kingdom that “shall not pass away,” as has the stirring of the dry bones (Ezek. 37) within the valleys about Jerusalem, on this “third day“ (Hos. 6:2; 2 Pet. 3 :8) since the kingdom of Israel was extinguished by the hand of Nebuchadnezzar. The only other event com parable to it is the stirring of the “fourth beast, dreadful and terrible” (Dan. 7 :7) which once received a “death- stroke” (Rev. 13:3, R. V.) in the latter part of the fifth century, when barbarians from the north swept down over the Alps and drove their daggers into the heart of the bloody monster on the bank of the Tiber. No sooner did General Allenby’s threatening guns strike such terror into the heart of the Turk that he fled from the City of David without firing a single shot, leav ing it to the Briton who had already proclaimed to the world that it should again become the homeland of the Jew—no sooner did that significant event occur than one who believes himself to be the reincarnation and successor of Caesar, marched into the city of Rome and proclaimed the resurrection of the Empire! Not only has he pro claimed it, but, energized by some strange power that causes all the world to wonder, he is making his dream come true. Since that memorable march on Rome in Oc tober, 1922, every time Mussolini has rattled his sword or sounded his bugle-’call, the blood of the beast that re ceived the death-stroke pulsates mightily in his veins. Moreover-, nothing less than world dominion is mir rored in the vision of this new Caesar who reigns in the seven-hilled city. “I affirm,” he shouts, “that in Fascism there are principles of universal character which can not be stopped. This principle is not confined to Italy, but exists for all other countries.” And again: “Rome is a universal city, dear to the whole world. It has taught, and will teach law to the whole world. It is destiny that
Rome again takes her place as the city which shall be the directress of the civilization of all western Europe. Let us make out of Italy a nation without which it is impos sible to conceive the future history of humanity.” And once again: “Rome will soon overflow beyond the seven historic hills. Vast, well-ordered, powerful, as in the days of the first empire of Augustus, Rome must again become the wonder of the whole world.” Verily, the dream of this modern Caesar will be realized. If it does not take place under him, then it will under “another” (John 5 :43) ; for it is the counsel of God (cf. Rev. 13:1-7)-. The Harlot Rides the Beast i ut , w h en this nameless seven-headed and ten horned monster appears upon the scene, behold a ‘great harlot” is saddled upon his back. No love for his domineering rider is in the heart of the beast. He only awaits the hour when “ten kings” shall become pos sessed of “one mind,” and “shall give their power and strength unto the beast.” In that brief hour of his power, he will instantly hurl from his back this unwelcome rider, and “shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire” (cf. Rev. 17:3, 12, 13, 16). It is impossible for any well-informed person to peruse the seventeenth chapter of the great Revelation to John, without seeing papal Rome in every delineation of the scarlet-clothed woman astride this beast. She who once was the bride of Christ has so allied herself to the political powers of the world, that she can be considered only a harlot in the sight of God. Gaze upon the picture. The politico-ecclesiastical (purple and scarlet) robes this harlot wears, the jewels that adorn them, the garments besplashed with the blood of the saints, the Roman beast she rides, and the city on whose seven hill§ she sits—all loudly proclaim her to be papal Rome, and none other. And now, what do our eyes behold? No sooner do the bones begin to roll about in Abraham’s land, than here stalks forth the old beast of the death-stroke with the scarlet woman astride! And note the wisdom and reason ing of the beast in permitting the harlot, whom he loveth not, to sit demurely upon his back. In the beginning, Mus solini said to his black-shirts: “What an absurd mistake it would be to ignore such a moral power as that, a power two thousand years old and with an influence, daily in- j e
Waiting For Just as we wait for the dawning, In the early morning chill, Just as we wait for the moonrise Over the distant hill, Waiting to see the glory Break through the clouds so gray, Thus do we wait, dear Master, Thus for Thy coming pray.
Christ’s Coining Just as we wait for a loved one, With eye and ear attent, Wait, with a heart expectant, With all our powers bent To catch the distant footstep, To grasp the outstretched hand, Thus do we wait, dear Saviour, Thus we expectant stand. —L iving W aters .
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