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Aye, his church lost him! Being so much occupied with sermons for the wise and elderly who pay the bills, and having good care for dignity, the ministers and elders were unmindful of the human feelings of the boy in the pew, and made no provision in sermon or song or manly sport for his boyishness, and so the church and many sad- hearted parents are now looking earnestly for the lost boy! He must be found! He can be found! Found in that particular spot in the church where interested men were willing to meet him and answer in simple fashion the direct questions of his awakening manhood concerning the realities of life and duty. Here is where the lost boy will be found by men who are willing to look for him!—“Men at Work.”
Lost—A B o y ! N OT kidnaped by bandits in a cave to weep and starve and rouse a nation to frenzied searching-I Were that the case, one hundred thousand men would rise to the rescue if need be. Unfortunately the losing of the lad is without any dra matic excitement, though very sad and very real. The fact is, his father lost him! Being too busy to sit with him at the fireside and answer trivial questions during the years when fathers are the great and only heroes of boys, he let go his hold upon him! Yes, his mother lost him! Being much engrossed in her teas, dinners and club, pro grams, she let the maid hear the boy say his prayers, and thus her grip slipped and the boy was lost to the home.
“ I Broke My Tryst With God” “This title to some verses following! arrested, then held my attention as they faced me from a page of the calendar of the church service in my home city,” says Mrs. Ross, the author of this hymn. “I read them repeatedly then, and after wards at home with the growing convic tion that they should be set tp music. Searching through the hymnal, I could not then find a correct meter—I thought to originate a tune but was dissatisfied with the result.. “Some weeks after; another attempt was made with better success but under most distressing and extraordinary circum- stances^-my heart was heavy with what seemed hopeless grief, and this morning was not lightened any by the circumstance of a cold, rainy day and by the distressing sound falling upon my ears of a howling dog confined in misery across the street. My spirit suffered in response' to these rhythmical wails. “In my dilemma, to find peace of mind and heart, I thought to read again a pam phlet handed me under title ‘Praise Changes Things,’ written by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman, who speaks of the sacrifice of praise—sacrifice being an offering to God. I did not feel like praising even after prayer, but right here was gripped with the thought—‘A sacrifice of thanksgiving is to praise God when you do not feel like it—when your life is covered with thick clouds and darkness, for it is acceptable to God—a sweet smelling savor, to your Lord and King. Sacrifice hurts.’ “ ‘Jonah did the sensible thing’ the au thor further says, ‘taking his eyes off the discouraging surroundings, put them on the right place and began to pray’—going a step further, Jonah ‘determined to praise without feeling, saying, “I will sacrifice with the voice of thanksgiving.”Tyi “With assurance’ that T was learning a secret to a great law, my faith arose and I began to praise—and to my aston ishment found that the exercise was from the heart and not lip service alone. “ ‘Prayer asks, but praise takes, or brings the answer.’ “What about the tune?.; Why, with a rejoicing heart a tune to these verses- of deep seriousness seemed at once to be forthcoming. As they are, sent out I trust and pray that the song may be used to hold some soul from taking a compromis ing turn away from the beaten path of duty and service to his or her Christ and Lord who gave all for us that we might be free. Shall our ways then not be sac rificed to His Way- —His way for us?”
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