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CEMENTED TO THE CROSS.
Oh God my Father, when the stormy winds
Of sorrow sweep upon my trembling soul,
And, through the baleful bitterness that blinds.
I do but faintly see the looming goal.
Even like a flower, drooping though I be,
Still, blessed Jesus, hearten, strengthen me;
Keep me, through every trial, pain, and loss,
"Cemented to the Cross."
Oh God, if tasting some Gethsemane,
The mystery of pain extends its gloom;
Then, in that vital hour, come to me
With breath of heaven's brighter, richer room.
May we hold fast our faith, our hope in God,
Still climbing where the saintly feet have trod,
And may we be (cleansed from all filthy dross)
"Cemented to the Cross."
Father of lights, Whose orbs, with lustrous sheen,
Bedeck the jewelled canopy of heaven,
Give us the vision that can pierce the screen
And mirror in our hearts the glory given.
To those triumphant saints who, in the flame,
Could still extol their loving Saviour's name.
Keep us, and may we be, like clinging moss
"Cemented to the Cross."
"Jesus Stood on the Shore."
JL5U5 standeth on the shore of the new day,
The Saviour-King for everything along life's way.
Oh ! meet Him, ere thou passest on to other things
That so, the day may be baptized in heavenly themes.
JELSU5 standeth on the shore of every joy,
The Sanctifier and the Guard from all alloy.
Oh! meet Him, over every phase that is to be
And then, "with him," our God may give "all things" to thee.
JE.5U5 standeth on the shore of every woe,
The antidote and Comforter for all below.
Oh ! meet Him, in the midst of all that crushes thee,
Lo, thou wilt learn to live above life's misery.
JL5U5 standeth on the shore of mystery,
Interpreter and Counsellor for all to be.
Oh ! meet him, where the fathomless appaileth thee,
And thou wilt find "LL 5HADDAI" enough to see.
JfL5U5 standeth on the shore of everything.
Let Him control, be First, Midst, F_nd, and Glorious King.
Oh ! live in Him, just all the day, and all the way,
Then, when He comes, morn, noon or night, He'll find thee right.
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:: THE FATAL HEMLOCK ::
By Mina Ross Brawner, M.D.
"The cup which my Father hath given me, shall I not
drink i t ? " (John 18: 11.)
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Peter would spare his Master from suffering and drew
a sword in His defence, but Jesus bade him return the
sword to its sheath. His Father had given Him the
" cup, and He would drink.
"
In the garden, three times He prayed, "O my Father,
if it be possible, let this cup pass from me"; but it.
was not possible, for that WONDERFUL body had been
prepared by His Father for suffering. Jesus yielded
to this, His great agony, crying, " 0 my Father, if this
cup may not pass away from me, except I drink it, THY
WILL BE DONE."
He drank the cup of suffering; the cup of his Father's
displeasure against sin. He went to the Cross carrying
the sins of the whole world. They dipped a sponge in
vinegar and gave it to Him. He refused the stupifying
draught they offered, but there was an unseen cup
handed Him with the vinegar, which He did not refuse.
He swallowed the draught to the last bitter dregs. It
was the CUP OF DISEASE, the Fatal Hemlock: full
of all forms of germs, from the comparatively harmless
ones which we call Flora to the deadly Anthrax
organism. He drank them all on Calvary.
Germs are not seen by the naked eye. No one saw
the cup of Fatal Hemlock that the hand of death pressed
to the suffering Saviour's lips, but He drained it to the
dregs. There was death in the cup, and Jesus swallowed
- every drop. He "Tasted death for every man." (Heb.
^ 2: 9.)
Have you the sentence of death in your body?
Take courage, suffering one! Death has been swallowed up. Isaiah prophesied that this would take place,
and Paul records the fact that it did take place. (See
Isaiah 25: 8 and 1 Cor. 15: 54.)
But this is only part of the good news. "Death is
swallowed up in VICTORY." Jesus not only swallowed
the thing that is causing your death, but He swallowed
it in VICTORY.
HE ROSE FROM THE GRAVE. He subdued and
conquered even the death that appeared to conquer
Him. He yielded Himself a willing victim to death,
swallowing all the poisons death pours into a cup of
death, that (should the Lord delay His coming) your
home-going, dear Christian, might be a falling to sleep,
rather than defeat on the torture-rack of disease.
He had entered into an agreement with His Father to
drink this cup. He did not sip, He swallowed Death,
and triumphed over it, making a show of it openly.
Death—slow, agonising death from this terrible
disease from which you are suffering has been subdued, conquered for ever.
Suffering Incurable! Will you rise up and sing this
song:
" 0 Death, where is thy sting?"
"Thy power to hurt! You are disarmed, where is
your deadly dart? It has passed to the Victor's hands.
I defy your power, for your artillery is gorie; you cannot
touch me now. You may hiss at me, give me symptoms,
but I despise your wrath, for Jesus drank all your
poison on Calvary. 'Surely He hath borne our sicknesses and carried our pains.' (Isaiah 53.4—Hebrew.)"
" 0 Grave, where is thy victory?"
"What has become of it? You have held the open
grave before me for so long. You have bidden me look
in and see the prison house to which you would take
me. But look yourself, Death, and see what has happened to it. The prison doors are open; the bolts and
locks have been forced; they have given way under the
mighty resurrection power of the Risen Lord, Who
swallowed death in victory."
These are not idle words to make you feel good.
This idea of deceiving patients into believing they are
getting well when everyone knows they are dying has
always been distasteful to me. When I practised
medicine I had the reputation of telling my patients
the truth, and my standard has not lowered since that
time.
I am telling you the truth now when I tell you that
Jesus swallowed every drop of the cup of suffering
and disease the devil is pressing to your lips. He
took every pain you are now enduring, and He will
release you to-day, if you will let Him.
You say you must have a foundation on which to
build. Of course you must! Just denying the existence of sickness or sin does not remove them. Sin
and sickness are two of the most terrible realities in
our world, but Jesus met and vanquished both these
realities in His own body on the tree. You will find
a real foundation for your triumph in 1 Peter 2: 24—"Who His own self bare our sins in his own body on
the tree . . . . by whose stripes ye were healed."
Disease may seize you, but it cannot hold you in
its power if you look to Calvary. It cannot sting
you to death, for Jesus took both its strength and
sting when He died in your stead. That was your
death that Jesus died. That was your grave where
they laid Him.
" 0 DEATH, WHERE IS THY STING? 0 GRAVE,
WHERE IS THY VICTORY?"
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By T. B. LENNON.
As was his custom, the Apostle Paul, when at
Ephesus, sought out any Christians that might be
gathered together unto the name of Jesus. This was
an easy matter as. Christians. in these early days were
to be found only in some obscure room or old barn or
cottage. They had no influence, for, as usual, they
had separated themselves from high-toned heathenism
and idolatrous organisations; and, because of the stand
they took, were despised and hated like the dear Lord
Jesus Himself.
One would expect that, under these circumstances
Paul would have much to say about the hardness of
the way; but, no, instead, his first question was that
all important one:—
"Have ye received the Holy Ghost since ye believed?"
What a beautiful lesson for us as Christ's ambassadors. Oh, what untold blessing we might bring to
the tired, weary wanderers in this old world if, like the
apostle, we bought up our opportunities instead of the
usual talk, talk, talk about everything and anything
that may come up. Paul had but one topic and that
was "Life more abundant in Jesus." He lived Christ.
Therefore could easily preach Christ.
His words were very searching to these twelve men
down in Ephesus, for it was now over ten years since
the first pentecostal outpouring, and, owing to the unchristian state of the city, he was satisfied that these
men were not endued with power from on high, else
they would exercise a greater power on the people
around them. Thus he wisely asked them: "Have ye
received the Holy Ghost since ye believed?" Notice he
does not say: "Ye must be born again" or "Believe on
the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved." No,
no. Why? They were saved already. Had they not
been, Paul would have dealt with them as he dealt with
the jailor at Phillippi, when he told him to "Believe on
the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved." Acts
16: 31. Paul knew the need and being led by the spirit
he asked the right question. He wanted to know if
they had received the Baptism of the Holy Spirit which
was the main feature of pentecost. Acts 2: 4, 6: 3,
13: 52. But like so many Christians of our own day
they knew not what he meant, or hardly knew, and
then answered: We did not so much as hear whether
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the Holy Ghost was given. R.V., Acts 19: 2. However,
their mistake was not nearly so bad as the mistake
of the Christians of to-day, for, to-day, they all affirm
they received when they first believed. This is surely
the worst error, for one has no chance to help them
into this glorious blessing, for they are like the ok!
Church of Laodicea, they know not that they are
wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked.
There was hope for these men at Ephesus. They said
they did not know, then Paul baptised them in the
name of the Lord Jesus; which also goes to prove
they were saved, for this is believer's baptism. But
the baptism of John was a baptism of repentance,
whilst this is a baptism into the death of the Lord
Jesus, a testimony that we were crucified with him
and are now being buried with him. How easy then
to see they were believers, and yet not filled with the
spirit of God. What about you, dear reader, are you
filled with the spirit ? You cannot be unless you are
washed in the blood, and if you are washed in the blood,
this is your privilege, for you are commanded in Eph.
5: 18: "Be filled with the spirit." But you say: "I am
saved and I know it and for three years enjoyed my
salvation, but I was not baptised in the Holy Spirit.
So also these men were baptised into John's baptism for
over ten years, for you remember John was beheaded in
the days of Christ's ministry. These men were bap- -—tised before the imprisonment and execution of John.
They were disciples, i.e., followers or believers on Him
that should come, viz., Jesus. And yet Paul's word to
them is: "Have ye received the Holy Ghost?" Reader,
have you ? "Well," you say. "How did they know
they had not received the spirit? Or what did they receive?" Now then, listen: To be born again of the
spirit is one operation of the Holy Spirit, but to be baptised is another. And remember the Lord Jesus was
born of the Holy Spirit, but, at the age of 30, He was
baptised with the Holy Spirit. And the servant is
no greater than his Lord. Here's what the Rev. F. B.
Meyer, D.D., says about it:
It is, of course, true that the Holy Spirit is the sole
agent in conversion, becoming the occupant of the
temple, which is presented to Him by the nature of man
(1 Cor. 6: 19). And it is equally clear that the Holy
Spirit as a person enters the newly regenerated heart.
But there is a vast difference between having the Holy
Ghost and being filled by Him. In the one case, He may
be compared to a mighty man that cannot save, relegated to an obscure corner of the heart, whilst the
larger part of the nature is excluded from his gracious
influences. In the other, He is a welcome guest,
to whom every part of the being is thrown open, and
who pervades it with the freedom of the balmy air of
summer, sweeping through open windows, breathing ^
through long corridors, and carrying into furthest recesses the fragrance of a thousand flowers.
There are a great many Christians who undoubtedly
received the Holy Ghost at the earliest moment of faith;
indeed, their faith is the result of His work; but they
have never gone further; they have never yielded their
whole nature to His indwelling; they have no further
experience of His Pentecostal filling.
It is not difficult to point this contrast by analogies
drawn from the Word of God. May we not reverently
say that the ministry of our blessed Lord Himself owed
much of its marvellous power to that moment when,
although filled with the Holy Spirit from His birth, He
was afresh anointed at His baptism?
Oh, if you could only know what it would mean for
you to have this baptism you would never rest till you
had received it; it makes the Lord Jesus so real to us,
and the old Bible becomes a new book. Prayer has a
sweetness in it, for our communion is with the Father
and with His Son. It is here where we obtain victory
over the world, the flesh and the devil. The old man
gets a knockout blow here and we get the grace to
count him out. It is here our doubts are all settled
for we know we are accepted in the Beloved, that we
are sons of God, coheirs with Christ Jesus. It is here
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GOOD NEWS
we get the mind of Christ in all things and are kept in
the right attitude in Jesus. And here, too, we receive
the power to witness and do service for King Jesus;
it is here also we learn to fully trust Him in sickness
and take Him to be our great physician, and he never
once fails us. Praise His holy name. You say that's
all good and true with the written word, but you have
not yet told us how they knew, or, better still, how we
can know ? Well, let us read Acts 19: 6: And when
Paul had laid his hands upon them the Holy Ghost came
on them and they spake with tongues and prophesied.
Yes. This is how they knew: They spake with tongues.
See also Acts 2: 4 and 10: 44 and 11: 15; also 1st Cor.
14: 18. Paul tells us: He spake in tongues more than
them all. Oh, I'm glad God gave us this sign whereby
we might know we have received. Of course, there
are many fillings, but only one baptism. You may be
filled again and again without the sign of tongues, but
you can't have a real scriptural baptism without you
receive the same as they did at the beginning. Acts
11: 15. Are you longing for a deeper love for Jesus
and a compassion for the lost? Do you want to be a
blessing to others and have a joyful and peaceful salvation ? "Receive ye the Holy Ghost and all power will
be given unto you." "Tarry until ye be endued with
power from on high," is the word of the Master. Amen.
—"Bible Echoes."
PRAISE CHANGES THINGS.
There is a legend of two angels that come from
heaven every morning and go on their rounds all day
long. One is the angel of prayers; the other is the
angel of thanksgiving. Each carries a basket. Soon
the angel of requests has his basket filled to overflowing. Everybody pours into it great handfuls of requests, but, when the day is ended the angel of thanksgiving has only two or three little contributions of
gratitude in his basket.
"Were there not ten cleansed, but where are the
nine?"
A missionary in dark China was living a defeated
life. Everything seemed to be touched with sadness and
although he prayed for months for victory over depression and discouragement, his life remained the same. He
determined to leave his work and go to an interior
station and pray till victory came. He reached the
place and was entertained in the home of a fellow missionary. On the wall hung a motto with the words,
"Try Thanksgiving."
The words gripped his heart and he thought within
himself: "Have I been praying all this time and not
praising?" He stopped and began to praise and was
so uplifted, that instead of hiding away to pray and
agonise for days, he immediately returned to his waiting
flock to tell that "Praise Changes Things." Wonderful
blessing attended this simple testimony and the bands
that had bound others were loosed through praise.
I wish to add my humble testimony to his. It was a
dark, dark, night in my life when the words, "Praise
waiteth for Thee, 0 God, in Zion" (Ps. 65: 1), were
impressed upon my mind. I had been waiting in prayer,
yes, my prayers and supplications had gone up to the
throne, were piled up, as it were. Now, could not I wait
in praise, before I saw the answer, or must I wait for
signs and wonders ere I believed His Word?
God was waiting for this final step of faith and when
I began to praise Him for the answer, to wait in peace,
to rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him, He
began to answer, exceedingly, abundantly, above all that
I could ask or think, and the possession of the secret of
victory has transformed my life and filled it with gladness.
Is your "praise note" missing from the heavenly
choir, beloved ?
Are you waiting, waiting, yearning, for God to answer
your prayer? He is waiting to answer.
Try thanksgiving. "Praise" changes things.
—Sel.
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WAS IT A DREAM?
By Rev. Robert D. Kilgour.
Last night (July 16) about a quarter of twelve, I
heard a woman's voice crying aloud in prayer to God
for revival. She was being transported through the
streets of the city in a high-powered car. The car
and voice approached my dwelling. Oh, that cry! The
blood froze in my veins with the terror and horror of
an approaching catastrophe. How she prayed! As
a prophetess of God crying aloud and sparing not. The
words:—"0 God—God—send a revival!" spread out
through the night. The intensity of Holy Ghost intercession was in that voice. God was giving Himself in
that cry for a mighty revival before the Heavens as a
vesture were folded up and the skies rolled together as
a scroll. Warning of doom to an unbelieving generation
and alarm to the unready Church was in the cry.
"Jesus is coming soon; 0 God, send a revival before He
comes."
Then the voice grew fainter and fainter. My mind
followed after as it was swallowed up in the dark distance. She was carried on through the streets of the
city.
This voice brought a revelation to my heart. It was
as if God had said:—"That is the way to pray for a
revival. That is the prayer that I am waiting to answer.
That is the revival that will be sent before Jesus comes."
How empty, weak, and faithless my praying seemed
now. How petty my pretty little approaches to the
Throne. How unreal the praying in the churches.
Titanic force, spiritual might, the pent-up love of
God—all the repression of His long-suffering for a
world ripened for repentance or judgment must energise me when I pray. " 0 God teach me to pray for
revival as thy prophets of old prayed; to pray as
though I, too, saw the mouth of Hell opened and my
unsaved relatives, friends, and neighbors slipping remorselessly into it; pray until I see the graves opening
and Jesus bowing the Heavens and coming down, while
the throng of the redeemed in glorified garments rise on
ladders of light to that meeting in the air; pray until
the glow of the emerald Throne appears, and the
thunders and lightnings of God's judgments begin to
rain their fire upon a guilty Christ-rejecting world;
pray until the sweat of Gethsemane and the pain of
Golgotha become mine."
I was on my knees. As I prayed I envisaged the
saints on earth engaged with me in triumphant intercessory prayer for revival. Their cry has gone forth
into all the earth. My missionary brethren and their
native Christians, together with the children of God,
everywhere are joining in Holy Ghost intercession.
Above, the Angel at the Golden Altar gathers all the
cries of the Bride to her Beloved; in every language
and dialect of earth it swells in a mighty surging diapason of prayer. "O God invade earth with the floodtides of Gospel blessing ere the door of mercy closes."
I thought, is this the last call ? I must be ready when
He comes. Oh my brethren, we need to watch and pray
so as to be accounted worthy to escape tribulation horrors, and to stand before the Son of Man.
"O GOD—GOD—SEND A REVIVAL!"
—"The DAWN."
Prayer has divided seas, rolled up flowing rivers,
made flinty rocks gush into fountains, quenched flames
of fire, muzzled lions, disarmed vipers, marshalled stars
against the wicked, stamped the course of the moon,
arrested the rapid sun in his great race, burst open
iron gates, recalled souls from eternity, conquered the
strongest devils, commanded legions of angels. Prayer
has bridled the raging passions of men, and routed and
destroyed vast armies of blustering atheists. Prayer
has brought one man from the bottom of the sea, and
carried another in a "chariot of fire to heaven."
—F. E. Marsh.
GOOD NE.W5
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^Hom of t\\t foxzktb sljall tmoersiatto^
There is no period of human history comparable to
the present. Our day is different from every other age
of which we have heard or read. All the faculties of
the human mind have been sharpened and developed
to an astonishing degree during very recent years.
The age in which we live is unique, wonderful. Other
ages have equalled it in courage, in feats of valor, in
human prowess; but no age can be compared to it in
education, invention, transportation, and dissemination
of knowledge.
One Hundred Years Ago.
Go back a hundred years. We scarcely know how to
live. All the comforts and conveniences to which we
are accustomed are gone. There is no telephone or
telegraph, and even mail delivery is slow and uncertain.
There are no electric cars, no escalators, no subways,
no elevated trains, few steamboats, no aeroplanes, not
even a cable car; in fact, not a horse car, and the
buggy is the latest and most up-to-date method of
rapid transportation.
There are no electric lights, not even a kerosene
lamp. It is the old tallow candle we depend on for light.
And we do not need much light, for it is the custom of
most people to go to bed soon after the sun goes down.
There are no phonographs in the homes, and radio
broadcasting is unthought of.
There is no sewing machine, no reaper, no thresher,
no modern farm machinery, no electric iron. Housework
and farmwork are done by laborious primitive methods.
There are no India-rubber goods. Such conveniences
are far in the future.
There are no photographs, no photo-engraving, no
cameras, no rotogravure sections of the papers. In
fact, there are no newspapers as we know them. Such
a thing as the wonderful octuple web perfecting printing press, which prints, pastes, cuts, folds, and counts
newspapers at the rate of 96,000 per hour or 1600 per
minute, is not dreamed of.
There is no planing and woodworking machinery, and
therefore none of the endless variety of sashes, doors,
blinds, and furniture now common.
There are no gas engines, no elevators, no asphalt
pavement or streets, no steam fire engines.
Celluloid articles are unknown. So also are time
locks for safes, barbed-wire fences, self-binding harvesters, oil and gas wells, ice machines and cold storage.
There are no stem-winding watches, cash registers,
or cash carriers.
There are no iron or steel frame buildings, or ironclad ships, no revolvers, no magazine guns.
There are no linotype or monotype machines, no
typewriters, dynamo-electric machines, electric locomotives, or electric plating.
There is no pasteurising or knowledge of its need.
There is no knowledge of microbes or disease germs,
no sanitary plumbing, and no use of anesthetics in
surgery.
There are no soda-water fountains, coal tar dyes and
medicines, no artificial limbs and eyes, no spectroscope.
There is no nitroglycerin, dynamite, or gun-cotton.
There are no electric fire alarms, artesian wells, or
steam hammers; no hydraulic dredges, no air brakes,
Bessemer steel, or ocean cables; no enamelled ironware,
Welsback gas burners, or gas ranges; no roller mills,
patent process flour or prepared foods; no shoe
machines, or circular knitting machine; Jacquard looms;
no patent car couplings, sleeping cars, or street
sweepers; no moving pictures, acetylene gas, or X-Ray
apparatus; no automobiles, locomotives, or bicycles.
I wonder whether we would know how to live in such
a world as that!
JAN. 1st. 1929
The Marvels of Our Time.
The wonders and marvels of our age are so common
to us that we seldom stop to consider how recently these
things have all come into use.
It seems almost as if the human race had been asleep
for nearly sixty centuries, and then, a little more than
a century ago, had been awakened to intense activity.
In the realm of science and invention, human ingenuity
has done more in the last century than in all the
centuries which went before.
Nearly all the grea.t inventions have come within
the memory of living men, and so many of them have
been produced that we, of this age, cease to exclaim
and wonder, and our attitude is one which leads us to
expect anything at all and be surprised at nothing.
This has not long been true, however. Our fathers and
grandfathers, some of them, believed in their days that
human progress had reached its limit.
Limit of Inventions Thought to Be Reached in 1833.
"Someone poring over old files in the United States
Patent Office at Washington the other day, found a
letter written in 1833 that illustrates the limitations of
the human imagination.
"It was from an old employee of the Patent Office*.,
offering his resignation to the head of the department. His reason was that as everything inventable
had been invented, the Patent Office would soon be discontinued, and there would be no further need of his
services, or the services of any of his fellow clerks.
He, therefore, decided to leave before the blow fell."
The World Just One-Tenth of a Second Wide.
Chief _ among the amazing developments of the
present is radio broadcasting. Twenty million people in
America can sit quietly in their homes and hear the
audible voice of one man.
Allan L. Benson, writing in Hearst's Magazine, July,
1922, says:—
"We may now mine the air as our forefathers mined
the earth, finding one thing at one level and another
thing at another."
And speaking of the possibilities of this wonderful
invention, French Strother, in World's Work for April,
1922, writes:
"This world is now just one-tenth of a second wide.
Wireless has done it. Man has touched the ether waves
with the perturbations of his restless spirit, and, within
the winking of an eye, by man-made receptive nerves,
at the antipodes his brothers hear his speech. At last
the world is one chamber, where no man, however remote in the flesh from other men, is beyond the sound
of the voices of his fellows. If inventions of present
daily use had been in existence in their time, Robinson
Crusoe on his lonely island, Columbus in his caravel,
Caesar in Britain, even Dante in the remotest hell, could
have heard the gossip of London, the weather report
in Genoa, the chariot racing results in Rome, and the
voice of the lost Beatrice. As it is, boys in New Jersey
are talking to boys in Scotland; milady at her breakfast table is receiving word of the morning's bargains
at the emporiums; farmers pause in the furrow to get
from the air the market report from New York;
farmers' wives at their evening knitting, listen to grand
opera .in Chicago; trainmen talk to dispatchers many
miles away; explorers, a year's travel distant in the
antarctic, hear Bordeaux telling Melbourne that the Pope
of Rome is dead.
"These things are done by wireless. The art of wireless, on its technical side, is advancing so rapidly that
even experts find it impossible to keep abreast of its
daily advance. The dreams of twenty years are realised
overnight, and the impossibilities of yesterday were accomplished a half hour ago. What may to-morrow b e ? "
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What Do These Things Mean?
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THE GOLDEN PEN AND THE GOLDEN AGE.
It is not my purpose, however, in calling attention to
these things, to arouse merely a sense of wonder, but
rather to raise the suggestion, what do these things
mean ? It is the significance of these wonders which
concerns us.
Why is it, then, that these amazing developments,
these wonderful time and labor-saving devices, have all
come in our day? Why is it that they have been
crowded into the last century ? Here is contained a lesson for all the world. Here is a sign from God Himself.
All these marvels have come about in just this way
and at just this time as a fulfillment of an ancient Bible
prophecy, and they are here for God to use in carrying
out His purpose for the earth and the race upon it.
The Time of the End.
This is the prophecy:
"But thou, 0 Daniel, shut up the words, and seal the
book, even to the time of the end; many shall run to
and fro, and knowledge shall be increased." (Dan.
12: 4.)
Here Daniel is instructed to seal his writings until
a future time called "the time of the end." in this
"time of the end" his writings, and indeed the great
Bible prophecies, would be unsealed, made known, disclosed, and disseminated widely over the earth. For
this purpose "knowledge shall be increased," and many
shall run to and fro."
"The time of the end" is not the end of time; that
is, it is not the end itself; it is a short time preceding
the end. It is "the last time." There is to be, just before Jesus returns, a time during which Daniel's
prophecy is to be made plain, is to be preached in all
the earth, to acquaint men with the importance of the
time in which they live, and prepare them to meet their
Lord when He comes. This is here called "the time of
the end."
This time is to be known by two things: it is to be a
time of unprecedented increase of knowledge, and it
is to be a time of unparalleled running to and fro.
This increase of knowledge will be primarily knowledge of the Scriptures, and this running to and fro will
be primarily for the purpose of disseminating that
knowledge, that is, when God's day is about to dawn
and His Son is about to come. He will quicken all the
facilities of the human mind for the purpose of bringing
into' use all manner of devices, equipment, and inventions, in order "that the gospel of the kingdom" may be
quicjkly carried to every land and people on the globe.
This age of marvels is therefore only the carrying* out
of the purpose of God. It is all His doing, and He
will use it all for His own designs.
And the significance of it is, that this is "the time of
the end"; this is "the last time."—"Victorious Gospel."
The majority of the leading nations of the world
gathered together in Paris on Monday, August 27, and
signed a Peace Pact, outlawing war!
The nations
represented were: (1) United States, (2) Belgium, (3)
France, (4) Germany, (5) Great Britain (India, Canada,
New Zealand, Australia, South Africa, Irish Free
State), (6) Italy, (7) Japan, (8) Poland, (9) Czechoslovakia. Others were added later.
The national representatives signed with the same
gold pen.
It was an extraordinary and historical
gathering. The French representative said in an impressive speech before the actual signing took place,
"In an instant the telegraph will announce to the whole
world the rays of a great new hope. I now propose,
gentlemen, to bid farewell to all the evils of war."
There can be no doubt that with sincerity the nations
of the world desired that the Golden Pen should bring
in the Golden Age—an age in which there is to be no
war. Students of Scripture will know that the Golden
Age will only be brought in by the Golden Ruler—the
Lord Jesus Christ. The world may do its best to bring
in the Millennium—peace pacts and covenants may be
drawn up in abundance, but what is needed is a Person
who has such power that He is able to put down
material forces with spiritual forces—who is able to
outlaw war because all power belongs to Him in heaven
and earth. Such a one can only be found in God's Son
from heaven. When He comes there will be no crying
peace when there is no peace—no preparing for war
at the same time as outlawing war. When the Prince
of Peace comes then the Pact of Peace will be an unbreakable pact, Meanwhile, let us be grateful for the
measure of international peace, and use the surface
peace that is given in our time as a vast opportunity
for Gospel witness to all nations.
THE PEACE PACT.
The churches, with hardly an exception, have been
offering Te Deums for the Peace Pact. One fact, alone,
is a sufficient and very painful comment. The inspirer
of the Pact (according to Mr. Kellogg) and the presiding statesman who (at the signing in Paris) dedicated
it not to God but "to the dead," spoke thus when (in
1911) he was Prime Minister of France:—"We have
driven Jesus Christ out of the Army and Navy, the
schools and the hospitals; it only remains to drive Him
out of the State altogether." This speech, a pregnant
forecast of the international apostasy which is coming,
was placarded throughout France by order of the
French Parliament.
So a Government which has
banished even the word "God" from its every official
document has been equally careful to banish it from the
Pact. But the Heavenly Messengers say—and they
ought to know—that "peace on earth" is found only at
a Saviour's cradle, because it is inseparable from a
Saviour's cross.
Behold He Cometh.9
It was a typical Australian day; the thermometer
registered 106 degrees Fahrenheit in the shade. While
writing I grew drowsy; it really was too hot to collect
one's thoughts, so I lay languidly back in my chair,
meditating on the pressure in England caused by the
rebellious spirit of Ireland, Egypt, and India; the unrest of the European Continent; the squalid condition
of the Far East; the rapid repatriation of the Jews in
Palestine; the movement of the Arab races to secure
complete independence, and world conditions generally.
When someone presently addressed me I was not surprised, although the questioner had made so quiet an
entrance that I had not observed him.
What means that ornate banner proudly floating on
the breeze ? he asked. Is it that of some new nation,
lately risen ? Glancing in the direction indicated, I saw
the Hebrew ensign, and answered, "Nay, this banner
is not new. It is the ancient Hebrew flag pulled down
by Rome's general, Titus; it waves again because the
work God has in hand of taking from among the na-
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tions a people for His Name now nears completion;
therefore the Jews—scattered and downtrodden for so
long—are lifting up their heads and turning toward the
land God promised to their father, Abraham, more than
3000 years ago." (Eze. 36: 8-37; Luke 21: 24.)
Who are these of restless mien and clouded brow
pacing moodily broad avenues surrounding palace,
castle, or chateau?
"These are earth's rulers, whose hearts are failing
them for fear; dangers encompass them on every side,
and they are much perplexed to know what policy they
shall pursue." (Luke 21: 26.)
These jubilantly crying, "Peace and Safety," who are
they ?
"The heralds of destruction swift and sure, from
which they themselves shall not escape." (1 Thess.
5: 3.)
What mean these rusted heaps of silver and of gold;
these men in costly dress attired, enjoying royal dainties
at the festive board, whilst others, lean and haggard,
stand sadly watching ?
"These are the millionaires of late sprung up, their
appetites they never can appease; they gorge and fatter
grow; whilst looking on, the patient laborer stands,
knowing his wages yet must smaller go, that piles of
gold and silver may increase." (James 5: 1-6.)
Why do these councils sit, comprised of desperate men
with beetling brows, and hands all steeped in blood ?
"These are the democratic clay, who can endure the
iron rule of monarchy no longer; but, smarting under
wrongs all unredressed, desire to crush their rulers into
dust" (Dan. 2: 43).
These thoughtful, earnest men who ever and anon
turn from their plans with gladdened eye to models
standing by?
"Scientists perfecting their wonderful inventions, for,
in the last days, God has said that knowledge should
increase; therefore, the medical professor handles his
X-Rays, and says, 'I see all things.' The movie man
throws up his screen, and tells, 'I show all things.' The
telephonist takes up his receiver, and declares, 'I hear
all things'; whilst the phonograph laughs out, 'And I
repeat all things.'" (Dan. 12: 4.)
Why swarm men like ants into trams, trains, ships,
autos., and aeroplanes ?
"Thus—running to and fro—they prove man's day is
almost at an end." (Dan. 12: 4.)
I hear light laughter and the mirth of merry
throngs ?
"These sounds arise from dance hall, stadium, and
from skating rink; from circus, picture show and even
church, for these are days when men love pleasure
more than they love God." (2 Tim. 3: 4.)
Who are these of blatant voice,
parents in such tones of scorn ?
"Children born in the last days,
thankful, and unholy. Destitute, too,
tion for those who labor to supply
Tim. 3: 2, 3.
answering their
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"They have a form of godliness, and yet deny the
power thereof, though oft they read, 'Those who do
KNOW their Lord, they strong shall be and do exploits.' Too well their words and actions prove them
traitors to the Lord whose name they are pledged to
lift on high." (2 Tim. 3: 5, 6.)
People are gathered here in darkened rooms, teaching—-with hypocrisy and lies—that love is free, and
women are not bound to bring forth living fruit, curtailing thus their liberty?
"These are Spiritists, who have departed from the
faith and given heed to doctrines of seducing spirits
and demoniac influences. God's promise is that He
will make 'diviners mad.'" (1 Tim. 4: 1, 2; Isa. 44:
25.)
The earth moves now beneath my feet. All, how it
shakes and rumbles!
"Yes, all things not well founded must be shaken,
that those which cannot be removed may still remain."
(Hag. 2: 6; Luke 21: 11; Rev. 11: 13.)
These groans that rise on every hand as though the
whole creation writhed in agony; what can they mean ?
"It is in truth the whole creation groaning and tra- *-,.
vailing in pain together, they are waiting for the fulness of adoption for God's sons; redemption from the
bondage of corruption." (Rom. 8: 19-23.)
What mean these copious showers falling with
redoubled volume on the earth?
"The glorious 'Latter Rain,' which ripens fast the
precious, golden grain of God's great Harvest Field."
(Hosea 6: 3; Joel 2: 23; Zech. 10: 1.)
What means this great rejoicing that I hear? Why
are these crutches thrown away?
"The owners have no further use for crutches, and
therefore have discarded them. Having called for
Elders of the Church and been anointed, the blind now
see, the deaf do hear, the lame man leapeth as an
hart." (Jno. 14: 12; James 5: 13-16.)
What proclamation is this sounded by so numerous
heralds and in many varied languages ?
" 'Behold the Bridegroom cometh,' is the message
which the Holy Spirit gives, through lips anointed with
an unction all divine," (Matt. 25: 6.)
Who, is this of noble mien, .yet moving stealthily
as a thief?
"The Lord, Who comes to steal His jewels from a v.
world not worthy of them." (Mai. 3: 17; 1 Thess. 5: 2.)
Hark that passionate, longing cry, "Come, qujckly
come!" What may it mean?
"It is the Bride adorned in wedding garment, pleading with her Bridegroom to fulfil His plighted troth."
(Rev. 19: 7, 8.)
disobedient, unof natural affectheir needs." (2
Listen! Is this His answer which now floats upon
the air?
"Surely I come quickly, in an hour that ye think
not." Echo sighs, "Ye. . .think. . .not." (Rev. 22: 20;
Matt. 24: 44.)
Why hear we of so many foul and murderous deeds,
whilst danger seems to lurk on every hand?
"Because the times are perilous, and men are lovers
of themselves, boasters, covetous, and proud, trucebreakers, and blasphemers, fierce, false accusers, incontinent, and despisers of the good, traitors, heady,
and high-minded." (2 Tim. 3: 1-4.)
Here are some who, though garbed in robes of holiness, are creeping into houses and leading silly women
captive; who may they be?
As the last sad, warning echo died away, the clanging of a • bell broke rudely on my ear, scattering all
spiritual reveries to the wind; and, knowing the discordant sound was calling to the evening meal, I
raised myself and looked around, I was alone! And
yet, as surely as that bell still rang, the day of His
appearing as a thief WILL come; wherefore beloved,
seeing we are looking for such things, be diligent that
ye may be found of Him in peace, spotless, without
blame, and pure. (2 Peter 3: 10-14.)
- J. Lancaster,
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picrman m i\\t ptartt
By Evangelist Mina Ross Brawner, M.D., Gospel Tent
Mission, Sydney.
Yes, I suppose that environment and training did
somewhat color my outlook in life. Born of Scotch
parentage, a few years after the family migrated to
America, typical pioneers, who dared the dangers and
hardships of a new country to give their children a
chance in life. There were ten of us, nine of whom
grew up. From early childhood we were taught the
value of our time and were soberly impressed with the
thought that we must do our utmost to train ourselves
for some place in this work-a-day world. My mother
was an earnest Christian who believed that every child
she had was a special gift from God, and for her to
train for a special work, and that God would, in His
own good time, reveal that work to each son and
daughter He had placed in her care. The five boys and
four girls were trained alike and educated alike. We attended the same schools and were pointed to the same
door of opportunity, and told to pass through and "make
good." The same moral standard was held up to both.
Never do I remember hearing my mother say: "Girls
must not, boys may!" No, indeed, her motto was: "A
white life for two." Her earnest prayer was that God
would choose at least one of her children to preach the
Gospel. Her beautiful spirit was with the Lord twenty
years before that prayer was answered, but it was
answered, bless God there was power in my mother's
prayers twenty years after her death, to close my
medical office and send me forth as a pilgrim proclaiming the Calvary message! (Keep on praying, fathers
and mothers, God answers prayer.)
Childhood passed; school days ended; life lay before
me. As an American citizen, I found that I had the
same legal right to vote, file on land, make my living,
as had my brothers. I also had the same legal obligations to fulfil. I paid "Poll Tax," "Property Tax,"
"Income Tax," and was subject to the laws of the land.
I filed on a homestead, fulfilled the legal requirements
of same and received the Government freehold grant
just as my brothers did, for there was "no difference."
As a medical student I pursued the same studies as
my brother, submitted to the same tests of proficiency
and received the same legal rights to follow my profession, for there was "no difference."
As a physician I belonged to the same "American
Medical Association" that my brother was affiliated
with; had the same obligations to meet, the same opportunities presented themselves, I acted as Health
Officer, Registrar of Vital Statistics, Medical Examiner
for a number of Insurance Companies, besides conducting a private practice; and received the same fees for
my services as men practitioners; for there was "no
difference."
As a sinner I found that I was born under condemnation of death, just like my brother; we had the
same hell to shun, the same Heaven to win. We were
both born in sin, for there was "no difference." I
found also that there was no difference in Jesus! He is
able to save to the uttermost all that come unto God by
Him. And I came not as a woman, not as a citizen, not
as a physician, but as a sinner, with no recommendation
nor qualification—save my need. Came, like the poor
publican, crying "Lord be merciful to me, a sinner!"
And He saved me. Bless God! Yes, my experience as
a sinner was exactly like that of the publican.
But this was only a beginning of mercies. I was
baptised in the Holy Ghost in exactly the same way
as was Cornelius, the centurion of the Italian Band.
Acts 10: 44-46. I was healed, also, just as definitely as
was the poor cripple at Lystra when Paul perceived
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that he had faith for healing and cried: "Stand upright
on thy feet, and he leaped and walked." Acts 14: 8-10.
Then I was called to close my medical practice, leave
my comfortable home, and go forth to preach the
Gospel, just as definitely as Paul was arrested by Jesus
on the way to Damascus and chosen for the apostleship.
Let me recapitulate;
student, a citizen, a physician, a sinner, a blood-washed child of God, and a
Spirit baptised saint, there was "no difference" between
my brother and myself. Like Paul, I was "not disobedient to the heavenly vision"; I closed my office, removed the doorplate, drew the shutters, put the key in
my pocket, and went forth to tell the story of a crucified but risen Saviour.
Imagine my surprise on being informed by older
laborers in the Lord's vineyard, that I had now come to
a very sharp demarcation between the sexes. That a
woman might preach, or sing, or pray in public (provided she wore a hat), but she must not anoint with
oil when praying for the sick; must not hold office as
pastor, elder, or deacon; must not teach men (only
women and children); must not officiate at the Lord's
table nor pass the elements; must not solemnise marriages or administer water baptism. I was further
informed that if there was no man present to perform
these duties, a woman might, in an emergency, do any
or all of these things (except solemnise marriages),
but, of course, if a man appeared on the scene, she
must give way.
Let me put the proposition in plain English—The
Divine call, unction, education, natural ability, faithfulness in service, must all be weighed in the scale of
sex. And the male sex weighs more in the sight of
God and the Church, than all these qualifications plus
the female sex! Charging God with the folly of anointing and equipping His handmaidens for service, and
then disqualifying them because they are what He made
them—His handmaidens.
It was a new idea to me. I must confess to a
momentary feeling of impatience at such an archaic
viewpoint. "Can it be possible," I asked myself, "that I,
as a woman, have less liberty under grace than under
law? Can it be that my Lord is less just than my State
Government? or is this only a silly, man-made regulation?"
My sense of justice was outraged, but only momentarily, remembering that I am my Lord's love-slave,
pledged to serve Him in any capacity He chooses, I
then and there promised Him to carefully consider the
place where He had put me; willing—like the Syrophaician woman—to be called even a dog by my Master;
just so am I my Master's dog, and with this resolve I
opened my Bible to study the status of "Woman in the
Word." Again and again my heart overflowed with love
for my Redeemer as the pages of woman's history under
Divine favor unfolded before my astonished vision. I
could only exclaim, "What a wonderful Saviour is
Jesus, my Jesus; what a wonderful Saviour is Jesus,
my Lord!"
For several years now I have gone forth in God-given
liberty, asking no favors from any, simply commending
my work to every man's conscience, and leaving The
Day to declare of what sort it is; but, at the earnest
request of many of God's children, I have decided to
publish these papers on "Woman in the Word," and
send them forth with the prayer that God will so use
them that the unsaved woman who peruses these pages
will be led to surrender to the tender wooing of Jesus,
the Great Lover, and find all her heart-longings satisfied; and that my sisters in Christ will rise in their Godgiven liberty and do with their might what their hands
find to do.
To my brothers, fellow comrades, I extend fraternal
greetings, and entreat their perusal of these papers with
an open mind, willing to see light in God's light; and
may we all, like Paul, be led to adore the depths of
the love of God.
(To be continued.)
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True Story for Young and Old.
Mottlingen is a small place in Wurtemberg, Germany, well known because of the wonderful work of
Pastor Blumhardt. It was here in Mottlingen that
Freidrich Hanger was saved from a life of misery and
drunkenness and later opened a large home where
people could come for help for both soul and body. As
many as two hundred have been in the home at one
time.
Mr. Ernest Rilling, of Dusslingen, near Tubingen,
the owner of a large factory, tells the following story
of his experience in Mottlingen. This story was published in a German paper "More Light," and is translated for us by Mrs. Margarete Gensichen.
"To keep my promise, given to a friend, my wife and
I went to Mottlingen. We took a large trunkful of
food, twenty bottles of wine, and a box of good cigars.
We stayed at the capital of Wurtemberg to have a good
time with some old friends before going on to
Mottlingen, for I knew that at the latter place I could
get no alcohol or cigars.
"The next evening when we arrived at the station a
car from Mr. Hanger's home was waiting for us; I
was ashamed to have people see me going in that car
so I waited till they were gone. I offered the driver a
cigar, but he refused it. I said to my wife, 'Now the
pious business begins.'
"When we arrived at 'The Arch,' Mr. Hanger's home,
and entered the hall, I was amazed and said, 'What kind
of atmosphere is this ? We are not able to stand it.'
The people did not please me at all, neither did the food.
After supper Father Hanger greeted us, and the love
shining out of his eyes pierced my heart and made a
deep impression on my soul.
"Very eagerly I waited for the morning service,
though I was not at all in sympathy with these good
folks. I did not know that there was an inner longing
in my soul for something higher and better. Afterwards some one asked me if I believed my sins were
forgiven. I answered, 'Yes, I think so.' Then he
asked me if I was married. I answered with a quick
'Yes.' I was sure of that. He told me that in the
same positive way I should know my sins were forgiven.
After that I could find no rest. On the fourth morning when Father Hanger was praying with me I felt
a stream of something running through my body. Then
the whole burden fell from my soul. When Father
Hanger then asked if my sins were forgiven I quickly
and happily answered, 'Yes.' A little later a friend
came to me and I said, 'Something has happened with
me.' She replied, 'Everybody can see that it has.'
"From that moment I was full of praise to God. All
desire for alcohol and smoke left me. I was continually
at the organ, praising my Lord in song. My wife was
also saved, so we returned home very happy and free
from burdens.
"It was soon known in the factory that the master
had become converted. The Bible was seen on my desk,
and I was no longer the harsh master that I had been.
But mocking and murmuring and even rage were manifested among them. The kinder I was to them, the
more restless they became. The minister at the church
also mocked me, and stirred the people to despise me.
"I had a deep longing to lead all my employes to
Christ so that they might become as happy as I, so
I invited them all to come to Mottlingen. I did not mind
the expenses incurred by such an invitation. I told the
men I would take care of all expenses and their salary
Would continue during the five days we were gone.
Some thirty-five men agreed to go with me. The
others laughed and mocked about it.
"When we arrived at the station some twenty people
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from 'The Arch' met us with joyful faces and singing
religious songs. The men with me were very much
ashamed and hardly knew how to act. They felt, as I
did when I first arrived there, that the atmosphere was
not congenial. They would have preferred to enter a
saloon. But two days later we could see some happy
faces among them, and by the fifth day all had been
saved; and they were sorry to leave the place.
"We arrived home in Dusslingen singing the praise of
our glorious baviour. The ioiks there cursed and
scolded all the more. Every Sunday the minister railed
about us from the pulpit. But I didn't mind that.
"Two weeks later I again called my employees together and offered to take them to Mottlingen. Again
there came thirty-five men, and though we had to overcome great difficulties we finally arrived at Mottlingen.
Again after five days they all had found the Lord Jesus,
and went back full of joy and happiness. And the
excitement among the inhabitants of our town grew
worse.
"After two more weeks a third series of thirty-five
men were willing to go. These had been the very
worst opposers. They told me if they found anything
dishonest in the matter they would kill Father Hanger
as well as myself, and they would destroy 'The Arch.'
On our way thither I was not allowed to disturb theii
worldly doings for they had no confidence in me. They
believed I was going to trap them somehow—they had
known me as a harsh and cruel man. I had great
trouble in keeping them from going to a saloon. The
reception of Father Hanger did not please them. But
day after day conditions became better and one after
the other found salvation. On the fifth day we, too,
started the return trip. Full of joy, we arrived home,
and the others who had been previously converted met
us. The excitement in Dusslingen reached highest
pitch.
"Two weeks later I went to Mottlingen with the
fourth series of thirty-five men. We preferred to take
the train at another station to avoid trouble. Five
days later all returned home praising and shouting.
In Tubingen they began to molest us, and had it not
been for the Lord Jesus with us, there might have
been serious consequences. I had proposed to sing a
song each morning before beginning work, and to have
prayer with them. And in joyful unity we worked together for some weeks, then I ordered all of them to
go to Mottlingen once more. All agreed.
"The excitement in our village was so strong that we
could not take the train there, and so we walked for
an hour to reach the train at the next station. During
our absence the situation grew perilous. Many were
slandering me and a revolt was breaking out. Friends
telephoned me not to get off the train at Dusslingen,
so I got off at Tubingen and ran home.
"The next day the storm broke, for the minister went
to the homes of the communists as well as to the pious
ones, and excited them all. The whole of Dusslingen
was in tumult. Through the newspapers and by ringing
the bells they announced: BATTLE AGAINST THE
SECTARIANISM OF THE FACTORY. Meetings were
held, speakers coming from other towns. The noise
was terrific. They resolved to crucify me. All was
ready for it, and people were appointed to arrest me.
But just then a special speaker arose and said it was too
late at night to take me, for only robbers and murderers worked at night. So they decided to do nothing
just then.
"I was waiting patiently, looking up to Jesus, feeling no fear for I was safe in His arms. They decided
to send a deputation to the town hall, to convince the
officers that the mob could not be restrained from
lynch-judgment if this Christian employer didn't stop
his doings. The next day the magistrate and two councilmen came to tell us we could not count on their protection if we didn't cease with this new religion by
which we were leading folks astray.
"We told these gentlemen how we had found the
Saviour, and advised them to go to Mottlingen to get
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saved and happy. We told them Jesus would protect us
and we feared nothing. The high church council heard
of these events and sent two delegates to interview us.
We told them everything, and they asked us if we wished
the minister to be sent away. We said we only asked
that he should keep silence and not trouble us any more.
I was menaced so often I was obliged not to leave my
house for some time, but morning- prayers with my
factory people were kept up. After a while we invited
others to attend our meetings, and each Sunday we
had large meetings and some of the brethren from
Mottlingen preached for us. The minister of the other
church said that if any of us came to his church we
would be killed, and he persecuted us until he was removed from the place. For two years we went through
many tribulations, but our Lord Jesus kept us and we
are still united in His love."
—"The Pentecostal Evangel."
REFINING SILVER.
The following anecdote was related recently from
the pulpit by a local preacher. Two ladies in Dublin
were unable to understand in the simile in Malachi
3: 3 the reference to "sit"—"He shall sit as a refiner
and purifier of silver"—so they decided to ask a silversmith in the city. The jeweller replied that it was very
important that the refiner should sit during the process and keep his eyes fixed on the molten metal, as
great care and exactitude were essential. The ladies
were quite satisfied with the result of their inquiry,
and were leaving the shop when the man came after
them and said that he had forgotten to mention the
most important matter—that the refining is not complete till the operator can see his reflection in the
silver. So Christ is only satisfied when He sees His
likeness in the believer.
—G.D.
HER FINAL CHOICE.
"Thy very best at any cost
Save me from that which hinders most,"
Thus prayed the maiden heart.
But as God took her at her word
Snapping each dear, earth-binding cord,
She cried, "Enough! Is heaven's gain
Worth all the cost of this keen pain
Thus severing a p a r t ? "
Again God took her at her word—
What wondrous wisdom hath our Lord
In dealing with His own!
Again she sipped sweets from earth's hand,
Plucked flowers from unhallowed land;
But naught could satisfy in turn,
Still deeper now her heart did yearn
For God's rich grace alone.
Again the cry from heart that burns,
As to her Lord once more she turns
In penitence complete.
With eager words of longing sore,
"Thy best, O Lord, Thy best—no more
Will I refuse the rugged cross
Or spurn the bitter cup of loss
With suffering replete.
"Only Thy love can satisfy—
How vain earth's tempting spring's supply
To quench my thirsting soul.
And since I must have Thee alone
And Thou no other path hath known
Gladly I choose Thy thorny way
Accept thy cross, cost what it may—
Thy love my heart's control."
—ALICE REYNOLDS FLOWER.
"LOOK FROM THE TOP."
Song of Solomon 4: 7.
Crushing weights give the Christian wings. It seems
like contradiction in terms, but it is a blessed truth.
David out of some bitter experience cried: "Oh, that I
had wings like a dove! Then would I fly away, and be
at rest." Psa. 55: 6. But before he finished this meditation he seems to have realised that his wish for wings
was a realisable one. For he says, "Cast thy burden
upon Jehovah, and he will sustain thee."
The word "burden" is translated in the Bible margin,
"what He (Jehovah) hath given thee." The saints'
burdens are God-given; they lead him to "wait upon
Jehovah," and when that is done, in the magic of trust,
the "burden" is metamorphosed into a pair of wings,
and the weighted one "mounts up with wings as
eagles."
One day when walking down the street
On business bent, while thinking hard
About the "hundred cares" which seemed
Like thunder clouds about to break
In torrents, Self-pity said to me:
"You poor, poor thing, you have too much
To do. Your life is far too hard.
This heavy load will crush you soon."
A swift response of sympathy
Welled up within. The burning sun
Seemed more intense. The dust and noise
Of puffing motors flying past
With rasping blast of blowing horn
Incensed still more the whining nerves,
The fabled last back-breaking straw
To weary, troubled, fretting mind.
"Ah, yes, 'twill break and crush my life;
I cannot bear this constant strain
Of endless, aggravating cares;
They are too great for such as I."
So thus my heart condoled itself,
Enjoying misery," when lo!
A "still small voice" distinctly said,
" 'Twas sent to lift you—not to crush."
I saw at once my great mistake.
My place was not beneath the load
But on the top! God meant it not
That I should carry it. He sent
It here to carry me. Full well
He knew my incapacity
Before the plan was made. He saw
A child of His in need of grace
And power to serve; a tiny twig
Requiring sun and rain to grow;
An undeveloped chrysalis;
A weak soul lacking faith in God.
He could not help but see all this
And more. And then, with tender thought
He placed it where it had to grow—
Or die. To lie and cringe beneath
One's load means death, but life and power
Await all those who dare to rise above.
Our burdens are our wings; on them
We soar to higher realms of grace;
Without them we must roam for aye
On planes of undeveloped faith,
(For faith grows but by exercise in circumstance
impossible).
Oh, paradox of Heaven. The load
We think will crush was sent to lift us
Up to God! Then, soul of mine,
Climb up! for naught can e'er be crushed
Save what is underneath the weight.
How may we climb! By what ascent
Shall we surmount theT carping cares
Of life! Within His w ord is found
The key which opes His secret stairs;
Alone with Christ, secluded there,
We mount our loads, and rest in Him."
—Miss Mary Butterfield.
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JAN. 1st. S929
What a picture of life is here presented to us! We,
too, can become a spent force. We, too, can come to
the end of our usefulness in the world. We, too, like
the dying embers, can become BLACK OUT—die to the
responsibility of doing more and better work.
How? Why? When?
The OFFICIAL ORGAN of the
APOSTOLIC. FAITH MISSION of AUSTRALASIA.
PUBLISHED MONTHLY -- EDITOR, J. LANCASTER.
The Editor is responsible for the soundness and
general character of every contributed article—but not
for every detail of interpretation. Writers must be
allowed latitude to express their own thoughts;
At the beginning of another year, correspondents are
reminded that if their letters to Headquarters are confidential they should mark them "Not for Publication,"
as the Editor is always on the look-out for choice
morsels with which to feed the Shepherd's sheep and
lambs; at the same time we would remind all of the
blessing attending witnessing for God. "They overcame
him (accuser of the brethren) by the blood of the Lamb
and by the word of their testimony." Rev. 12: 11.
Well, just when we cease from casting the warmth of
the flame of love around some other life.
We die out when we fail to be active and red hot
in God's service, when we stop seeking to inflame other
lives, not with evil passions, but with the pure, unfeigned love of Jesus Christ.
Our spirituality becomes a spent force when we fail
to envelope the things of Christ with the flame of a
living faith and the passion of a burning love.
No one can be more than a heap of dying embers, or
a spent force, unless the fire of God is burning in his
soul.
We must add more fuel to the fire if we would
radiate more warmth and light. We must have the fuel
of spiritual communion and fellowship with Him; the
fuel of "The Word" must be used. How can we give ^g,
light and warmth without partaking of the living Word,
and also of the written Word ?
The soul of service is that love that draws us to
the Christ, ana sends us forth in His service amongst
men.
2. The Pivot of Service.
By Rev. A. Gordon Bennett.
Perhaps you have sat with others around a camp fire
and talked and talked well into the night, or even until
the early hours of the morning; or you have gathered
around the glowing fire in the grate. The warm cheering flame drew you near and you were loath to leave it,
just like some people on a winter night at church time—
the fire was so cheering, so pleasant, so comforting, and
you sat there chattering, about one thing or another, and
the hours sped by. Perhaps, one by one, friends left for
their own homes, other members of the family retired
to bed, but you remained by the fireside, gazing into
its red and golden glow in a thoughtful mood. You
pondered long on many things until you became somewhat imaginative, and as you looked into the live coals
in the grate you saw many changing ,forms. The coals
seemed to model themselves,into moving pictures; first
a man, then a lion, or a horse, or a heart, etc., all
fashioned out of the glowing coals.
Ag you continued to watch, you noticed the fire had
grown smaller, and the shimmering coals became ashcovered, and at last the red coals became black—the
dying embers, changed to ashes; the fire was gone.
I wonder if you stopped to think of the message of
the dying embers? for they had a mesage for you, as
they have for every other soul. It was the message
concerning the way to success, or to failure in life.
The dying embers speak to us of at least three things.
1. The Soul of Service.
The dying embers in the grate were a spent force.
They had gone as far as they could. They came to an
end of their usefulness and their capability so far as
being a fire was concerned. The flame died down, the
heat had gone. Why ? Because of the lack of fuel.
There was nothing* left to embrace and use, and so a
state of inactivity was set up.
What was the purpose of the fire of which our dying
embers and ashes were the remains ? Was it the imparting of warmth and comfort to us ? Was it for
the preparation of food ?
If the fire really contributed to these things, then it
was by no means in vain.
But what shall we say of that which is merely a flare
and a flame, that spent itself in accomplishing nothing
in particular?
Some fires mentioned in the Scriptures fulfilled a
great purpose. There was the Burning Bush which
attracted Moses and brought him to the place where
God unfolded His purpose for him. Ex. 3: 2.
There was the Pillar of Fire that spoke of the presence and guidance of God. Ex. 13.
There was the Fire of Mt. Carmel that demonstrated ^J
the power of God. 1 Kings 18. Each fire was for a
purpose.
Behold another picture of life. Some people are
living for a great purpose, giving forth their very souls
for the betterment of others.
Such was Christ. How fittingly the title: "The Light
of the World," applies to Him. He was the light of
life that warmed many hearts and prepared the
spiritual food for many souls. Within Him was the
flame of a consuming love, burning the sacrifice that
was laid on the altar of service.
He came to give "light to them that sat in darkness."
His life was the light of men. Christ's life was indeed
a great light, a mighty flame, a warming fire of deep
divine affection.
To What Purpose Have We Lived Our Life?
Have we made a contribution in life that has kept
some soul from growing lukewarm or cold in the work
of Christ?
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Have we been responsible in some measure for the
strengthening food of grace reaching some hungry one ?
Was our life's purpose such that it made the fare of
God more palatable to some soul? If so, a noble purpose has been fulfilled in us, we have not lived in vain.
A noble purpose is the pivot on which successful
service turns.
There are uncontrolled fires that burn, but their
burning means destruction only.
A life uncontrolled by the Spirit of God is a destructive fire, helping to destroy all that it touches.
Have we been like that?
Just burning away to no good purpose, but destroying
opportunities, character, and even the lives of others,
because, like the forest fire, we have lived but to destroy ?
Such indeed is the influence of a life that is not consecrated to the purpose of God. It is a wasted and a
wasting life.
3. The Limit of Service.
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There are such things as dying embers of time and
life on this earth plane of ours. Sooner or later, we
all come to the end of earth's time and life.
Just now we have come to the last few hours, the
dying embers of another year of grace.
We are, so to speak, looking on the shimmering,
glowing, yet dying embers of this year. With what
high and noble aspirations we began it. Have they
been fulfilled?
What do we think of the scene? Of what use has
the year been to us ? Has the time been consumed by
care, pleasure, greed, etc. ? Or has it been used in the
service of God, to which you have made all other things
subservient ?
Oh! Supposing this were indeed to us the very time
of the dying embers of life, what would we think of our
life's achievement?
Even the fire that goes out leaves some trace behind
it. The going out of Christ's life on Calvary meant
the kindling of a brighter flame in the lives of others.
Christ's spent life was a great achievement. The flame
had spent itself in contributing a great blessing to men.
If God should see fit to spare us another year, what
shall we do and be ?
May our lives radiate the heat of love and the cheerful light of truth and hope that will bring joy to some
sad heart and a smile to some careworn face ? Let us
look to God who maketh His angels spirits and His
ministers a flame of fire. Ps. 104: 4.
Our influence may live on long after we have passed
away, but the service that will build that influence must
be rendered now, whilst in this life, for that is the
limit of our service.
Let us meditate on our past and on our future and
ask ourselves: "What will the story be that men will
read in the ashes of our lives?"
Up, ye saints! Arouse, be earnest!
Up and work while yet 'tis day,
Ere the night of death o'ertake you,
Strive for souls while yet you may.
The Spirit of God is
the Power to witness,
But more than that, for it
is through bestowal of the Spirit that God gives
eternal life to those who, by patient continuance in
well-doing, seek for glory and honor and immortality.
(Rom. 2: 7.)—Ed.
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Hannah, of Chermside, immersing
candidates at Ipswich.
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Through God's gracious healing of their little girl
when in extremis Brother and Sister Hannah gave their
hearts to the Lord, and have ever since been shining as
lights in this dark world, holding up the greatest light
of all, JESUS.
Nambour, 19/12/28.
My Dear Brother in Jesus,—I praise the Lord for
what He has done for me and praise Him more for
what He is going to do. We have been having glorious
times with the Lord. I believe the Lord will pour out
His Spirit in a mighty flood on us, as His promise is
in Acts 2: 17, 18. Praise His name! Please pray for
us who have not got the baptism that we may receive
it. "For the effectual fervent prayer of a righteous
man availeth much."
The Lord has shown me two visions. The first was
a bright shining light in the heavens, and it shone
right in front of me, and, as I was saying, "Praise the
Lord!" I could see it printed on the light and going
up to the throne of God.
The second one was more glorious than the first.
I saw Jesus coming just like the picture on the front
of the "Good News" paper. Then I saw a stairway,
all beautiful and white, leading right up to where God
was sitting in all His glory. No man at any time hath
seen God, for His glory is too dazzling. Prom there I
could see all over the beautiful city with white palaces.
(St. John 14: 2, 3.)
Later.—Glory be to God who baptised me with the
Holy Ghost! Yesterday, Sunday, 23rd, He took me
right through, Praise His name!—Your sincere brother
in Christ,
EDWARD MAYERS.
Thurlow, December 20.
Dear Sister Winnie,—I am writing to say that I am very
happy and pleased for what the dear Lord has done for
me.
My side is very much better, praise His name, and I'm
still praising Him for His goodness to me.
When I put the handkerchief on my back, I went to
my promise box, and the text was: "I am the Lord that
healeth t h e e " Don't you think that was wonderful?
Your loving sister in Jesus,
M. Gosney.
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To the Editor, "Good News."
Once again the year draweth to a close, and in looking back we are forced to exclaim, "Who is like unto
our God?" Sing unto the Lord, ye saints of His, give
thanks at the remembrance of His holiness, truly the
Lord of Hosts is with us, the God of Jacob is our
refuge.
While there has also been much to discourage during
the year there has also been much to uplift and
strengthen our souls, while there have been valley
experiences there have also been times when the breath
of the Delectable Hills has filled our hearts to overflowing, and the radiant shining of our Jesu's face has
caused the earth to grow dim and the heavenly vision
to stand forth in wondrous beauty, truly a foretaste of
our inheritance in Christ. We offer praise to our
Heavenly Father for supplying all our needs in the
work.
Our members and adherents have been true and
faithful. Some have had to leave for work in the country, but, like the disciples of old, when scattered they
are carrying the four-square Gospel with them.
We
have had the dropping of the showers, in some saving
and healing; baptisms in water and the Holy Spirit.
The open-air services have prospered, and testimonies
from all sides speak of help and cheer; our souls go
out in prayer for a revival of God's work in Perth,
and already the clouds are presaging showers indoor
and out.
God called us to labor amongst the children of East
Perth who attend no Sunday-school, and while indifference among parents hinders somewhat, we praise
Jesus for many tokens of encouragement, and are
looking forward to increased membership and a hall of
our own in the near future. We remember at this
time, also, the help of our president and his sweet wife,
our leaders Edith and Ruby (Sister Ruby is always
helping lame dogs over stiles), our loved members at
Cottesloe, our dear Sister Sutherland in her little bush
school, our dear Sisters Murray and Boaler who are
laid aside from active service, and whose prayers are
our strength in the battle, and all who with us are
occupying till He come.
Even so, come, Lord Jesus.
H. S. KILPATRICK, Hon. Sec.
WERRIBEE ASSEMBLY.
The Secretary, Brother G. P. Barnham, reports that
the meetings have been progressing favorably, with an
occasional visit from Pastor Field of Geelong. A Committee of eight has been formed under the leadership
of Bro. T. Sharman, and a greater extension of the work
is expected during the first quarter of the New Year.
WHITTLING JOHNNY.
A True Story for Young and Old.
As 1 was rushing along one of Baltimore's crowded
streets my attention was drawn to a crowd gathered
around a man in a narrow alley. Curiosity led me to
stop for a moment.
The man was blind, but with wonderful skill he was
carving out wooden fans from pine blocks. I was about
to pass on when he spoke. The voice was very soft and
clear, his face had lit up, and I had curiosity to hear
what he would say.
"Won't you please step this way a little more, so as
not to block the street? I want to say something to
you. Please do!"
The crowd gathered nearer.
"Watch me, now, watch me, and see the goodness of
God. See how he has put eyes in the tips of my fingers,
so that I can see just where to cut. Isn't it wonderful ?
JAN. 1st 1929
How good He is! how wonderful He is! how mighty He
is! O men why won't you love Him ? We are all of us
here this bright day. How much we owe to God! The
blessings that come every day, how sweet! how beautiful! Think of it, consider it, ponder it, and let Jesus
come into your life!"
All this time he was whittling away on the fan, ana
the crowd was getting larger. He spoke in a conversational tone, but there was the power of the Spirit in
what he said.
I was deeply conscious of God's presence. In many
years of service I have seen outpourings of the Spirit
on audiences, and have been conscious many times
of His blessed presence, but never have I felt
and seen His power as I did in this alley,
while this blind man whittled, and talked of Jesus.
I stayed an hour watching the crowds, then went
away, only to be drawn back again and again, so that
I spent several hours that d a y listening to Johnny.
He would talk for a while, then for a time he would
remain silent. I asked him what the silent spells
meant. "Oh," said he, "I stop and meditate on God;
then I ask, 'Now, what shall I say next?' Then He
tells me, and I go on."
All that day he had large crowds. Many times they
were melted to tears. And all the time there was that
strange power of the Spirit resting down on the alley.
I saw one colored man who seemed much impressed.
Finally he stepped away from the alley, and stood with
thoughtful face. Thinking I might have a chance to
win a soul, I spoke to him.
"That's an interesting sight," said I.
" 'Deed it is, sah."
"What did you think about what he said?" I asked.
"Dat man am full of the Holy Ghost; he am speakin'
wid power, sah. Why, my soul was just filled! I was apassin' by and heered somewhat goin' on, and I stop.
Den just dat moment de Holy Ghost fill my soul, and
I had just to come ober heah to keep from shoutin'. I
was a-feard I'd break up his meetin', or I'd 'a' shouted,
'Glory!' I tell you, brudder, dat man's got it."
Shrewd busines men would stop, expecting to stay
only a moment, but were held as by an invisible power.
It was not so much what the man said, but it was
God's power behind the message.
Sometimes, with tears in his eyes, he would plead
with them to accept Christ:—
"God has sent me out here to speak to you. Sometimes I get rebellious and don't want to come. I get
tired, and think I'll try some other business. God has
to whip me until I come back. So do please listen.
Watch me whittle. I am so thankful for your staying
so long. Please do remember what I said; serve Jesus."
It took him half an hour to make the fan, and as he
was about finishing it he would say: "Now I won't
talk any more about this; but don't forget it, will
you? Now see me; watch me: I will show you the
power of touch."
He would then take a needle from his vest, and
proceed to thread it with his tongue.
"When you you go home to-night, father, as your
little family gather around the supper-table, and as
you look into the beautiful eyes of your dear ones, tell
them about the blind man who threaded the needle with
his tongue, and don't forget to serve the Lord and lead
the family right.
"Now my fan is finished. Who will buy it? I make
my living this way. The price is ten cents, or, if you
do not care for the fan, you can drop what you please in
my box, and it all goes to make up the day's wages."
Then he would take a seat on a box and say, "Thank
you" to all who placed anything in his box.
Then he would say: "Don't go away; stay a little
longer, if you can, and see me whittle. But if you must
go, God bless you and go with you."
The crowd generally dispersed, but Johnny would take
a fresh stick, and in five minutes have as many more
listeners.
—"Pent. Evang."
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HOW I CONVINCED A SCEPTIC THERE WAS
SOMETHING IN RELIGION.
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It was a few weeks after I had been converted and
lifted out of an awful life of sin, that I noticed, whilst
walking along a street in one of our Sydney suburbs,
a man digging in a spare piece of ground. I stood for
a few minutes watching him. It was a very hot day,
and the perspiration was running down his cheeks. I
passed a remark about how warm it was. "Yes," he
said, and, looking at me, he threw down his pick, and
added: "Ain't you Charlie Woodward?" "Yes," I replied, "I am." "And didn't you go into a church to
pinch the organ?" "Yes, that is true; I did." Then, in
a sarcastic sort of way, he went on, "If you can tell
me one good thing religion can do for a man, I will
have some of it. Anyhow, what has it done for you?"
For a moment I was puzzled. I didn't know anything
about theology. I was no scholar. The only school I
ever attended was a two-up school; and you only learn
two things there—how to bet and to bite. While I was
thinking, like a flash of lig'htning I saw an illustration
just over the man's head. Where he was working a
beam jutted out, and on it was hung a waistcoat, and in
the pocket was a watch and chain.
Referring to these articles, I asked: "To whom do
they belong?" "To me," the man replied. Why?"
"Listen," I said, "if I had been passing this way a
month back, before I turned religious, they would have
been mine." For a moment he was amazed; then,
straightening himself up, he said very earnestly, "Keep
going on the way you are, old man; and I won't want to
buy another waistcoat, watch and chain."
He had been convinced that there was something
in religion! "Therefore, if any man be in Christ, he is
a new creature; old things are passed away; behold all
things are become new."
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SCEPTICS ANSWERED BY THE WORD OF GOD.
Sceptic: "How, when and where can I find God?"
By Charlie Woodward, a Converted Crook.
A PIECE OF MUD.
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I picked up a newspaper one day and read that a
number of atheists were assembled together to criticise
the Bible. The speaker took for his subject the creation
of man, and very scornfully did he speak of God. He
said: "What man, with any common sense, could believe
that nearly six thousand years back, God stooped down,
picked up a piece of mud in His hand and, breathing
on it, changed it into a m a n ? " "Absurd!" came the cry
from his followers.
You might ask me many things about the creation of
man which I could not answer, but I tell you there is
one thing I know, God stooped down one night, on January 5, 1905, in a suburb called Redfern, and picked up
the dirtiest bit of mud in it, and He breathed upon it
by His Spirit, and from that very moment it was new
created, changed from a gambling, drinking, thieving
wretch, into a man of God. And for twenty-three years
that changed bit of mud has never gambled, drank, or
thieved—and I was that piece of mud.
It is easy to raise cheap sneers at the Bible, but it is
not so easy to answer such a changed life as mine.
THERE IS A GOD!—HE IS LOVE!
There is a God, all nature cries, I see it painted on the
skies. I see it in the flowering spring, I hear it when
the birdlings sing. I see it in the flowing main, I see
it on the fruitful plain. I see it stamped on hail and
snow, I see it where the streamlets flow. I see it in the
clouds that soar, I hear it when the thunders roar. I
see it when the morning shines, I see it when the day
declines. I see it in the mountain's height, I see it in
the smallest mite. I see it everywhere abroad, I feel—
I know, there is a God.
Answer: "And ye shall seek me, and find me when ye
shall search for me with all your heart."—Jeremiah
29: 13.
Sceptic: "How can I prove there is a God?"
Answer: "If any man will do His will, he shall know of
the doctrine, whether it be of God."—John 1: 17.
Try doing His will.
Sceptic: "How can I be convinced I am a saved m a n ? "
Answer: "He that believeth on the Son of God hath
the witness in himself."—1st Epistle John 5: 10.
Believe it, and you will be convinced.
Sceptic: "There is no God."
Answer: "The fool hath said in his heart, there is no
God. They are corrupt, they have done abominable
works."—Psalm 14: 1. This is what the Word of
God calls sceptics.
Sceptic: "What must I do to be saved?"
Answer: "Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou
shalt be saved."—Acts 16: 31.
ROCK OR SHAMROCK.
While a Christian was speaking in the open air on.
Christ as "the Rock," he was continually interrupted by
a by-stander, an Irishman. The Irishman was always
saying, "What about the Shamrock?" The Christian
man let him alone for awhile, until he thought it was
time to give the interrupter an answer; so, turning toward him, he shouted with great gusto: "On Christ the
solid Rock I stand; all other rocks are sham rocks,"
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JAN. 1st 1929
Pages 16 to 19 are the four pages of February No. of "Good News" which we promised to
supply this month. They will be devoted mainly to recounting some Spiritual experiences of the
Holiness veteran Miss Sisson.
I was in unbroken communion with Him, walking in
His undimmed presence, up to the highest notch of
By Elizabeth Sisson.
all the grace He had ever revealed to me, and yet there
was a wordless groan in my soul after God that it
I have been asked to write my experience on the seemed could not intensify were I a lost soul, just
fire line, and do so to the glory of God.
sinking into hell.
It was a very interior though allI was converted when twenty years of age, in 1863, devouring hunger. I was never so still in my life.
New London, Conn., U.S.A., and joined the Second
In one of the first calls at the convention, to
Congregational Church. It was a powerful conversion. Christians seeking sanctification to come to the altar,
God then gave me the full assurance of faith that I at the risk of being misunderstood, because promiwas born of the Spirit, an assurance undisturbed by nently before the people as one of the callers of the
doubts in all these sixty years' walk with God, save convention and one of the leaders and teachers on these
very lines, I rushed forward, saying, "There is more of
a few hours of wandering mind in a fit of illness.
I had been converted but a few weeks when my at- God for me, and I must have it."
I found, as they followed suit, that I had voiced
tention was called to the keeping power of God, through
Jesus, made of God unto us sanctification. I sought the need of many another worker and teacher. It
and obtained this wondrous experience. My mouth was a wonderful service to my soul. I distinctly felt
was full of laughter and singing.
I could not say —i.e., knew—that in the act of obedience something
too much of the completeness I found in Jesus my gave way in my spirit before God as never before.
Saviour. In Him I was as free as a bird. I asked no- I could not tell what He had done for me, but I realised
thing. I seemed to soar a thousand miles above all a luxury of abandonment to Him that was new. Still
I knew to be sin. He made it constant victory. But He was leading the blind by a way she knew not. He
how long! Soon I heard the whispers among Christian had a test prepared for me that would launch me far
people, "She thinks she is holier than we." I was de- out and enable me to cut away shore lines.
spised for what was considered self-righteousness.
Among the large body of Christian workers that
Satan suggested, "Live it; say nothing about it." Thus filled our platform that day was a young lady, secreI tried to save my reputation. I became silent and tary to a prominent writer. Her case, with its diffisoon lost the light God had so gloriously kindled in culties, was confidentially known to a little inner
my soul.
circle and stirred all our tenderest sympathies. Many
Seven years later, on the eve of going to India as precious touches of God had been upon her spirit from
to time for years, yet a taste for strong drink,
a missionary of the A.B.C.P.M., I felt I must know time
acquired in youth through a doctor's prescription to
again the mighty keeping power of God's sanctifying ease
pain, was a tiger let loose in her appetites. Again
grace at any cost. In those last days of packing and and again
she fell under its power, only renewedly to
preparation for my journey, God sent to our town rise and cast herself upon God. We who knew her
Pastor W. S. and Mrs. Boardman and Miss Drake to sin and her sorrows had been holding in God by faith
hold what was in those days (1871) a novelty, a holi- for deliverance for nearly two years.
ness convention. He graciously permitted me to attend,
The morning of which I speak—next day after the
and after a public confession to my townspeople of
my previous victorious experience, and loss of it altar service where God had so met me—this young
through base desire to preserve my reputation, God woman, whom for convenience I will call A, with another
most tenderly met me again, taking me into close re- was to sing a duet. Simultaneously a note was passed
me from the one to whom she was secretary, saying,
lation with Himself. Oh, how He manifested Himself to
"Hold
some victory of God in A. She is in blank
to me on shipboard and in the lonely land of strangers despairfor
this
morning."
and heathen homes!
Seated at the back of the platform, all unobserved,
The time passed on in busy working for the Master I had closed my eyes, and was having a definite transin India, and afterwards in Great Britain in a house action with God over A. I asked, and by faith reof the Lord's healing (Bethshan, London). For God ceived, a working of God with her there. I remember
had healed of incurable disease my body, and let me stretching out my hand and closing_ my fingers over
know the joy of the Holy Ghost life in it, and the joy the answer, as if it were something material, reof thus recommending Him to others.
ceived to sense, and thanking God for it, so definite
In 1887 He brought me to this country and into was my faith.
service in the city of Chicago. In writing, teaching,
While thus praising Him, an inexpressible sweetness
and meditating on the Holy Ghost life, I often won- fell upon my spirit, and something which I thought was
dered what was meant by "the fire," in John the Bap- faintness got hold of my body. Not recognising a
tist's words—"He shall baptise you with the Holy Ghost connection between the two, I tried to rouse myself
and with fire."
into my usual vigor of mind and body, and in an inBless God for His infinite condescension and grace, stant I was back again, and all alive to life around
I was destined to know. In my case, however, there me. But oh, the darkness that fell upon my soul!
Feeling that I had committed some sin, I knew not
was to be a great emptying before the filling.
In connection with- the Lord's work in our hands we what, I looked up to God and cried, "What is it?
had an annual convention, called in 1889, in the month What have I done?"
"You cannot trust Me," was the solemn rebuke.
of June, at Western Springs. For months previous
With consciousness of trust in Him as the very
to this gathering I had been possessed with an alldevouring hunger for more of God.
I knew not spring of all my life, I said. "But, Lord, I do trust
what I was after, for I had passed all the definite mile- Thee in everything."
stones set up in my theories of the pathway into God.
"No, you cannot trust Me to bless you in My own
He was my Saviour in fullest assurance of faith. He way."
was my sanctification in daily experiences of life for
The answer was clear, distinct; and the light fell
service. I walked in the power of the Holy Ghost. upon that shaking off of the weakness or faintness, as
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I called it, which accompanied His heavenly blessing.
Instantly I felt a great recoil to be blessed in that
way.
Innumerable fears vexed me, that if I should
yield I might be carried, I knew not whither.
I had
always had a strong self-control. Even in a dentist's
chair, I would use nothing that would take me out of
my self-holding, and I feared to give up my own
control, even to be overpowered by God Himself! How deeply I was convicted of distrust in Him!
Yet there was such a struggle that before I could
even pray that God would make me at that hour
what He wanted me to be, He was before me in Spirit
with the question, "Will you be willing to let Me
bless you, even by overpowering your spirit with My
Spirit?" But oh, if Satan should come while I was
beyond self-holding, and make me do some monstrous
or fanatical thing! was the bugbear fear with which
I withstood my Lord. At last I said, "Lord, give me a
promise to stand on, and Thou shalt have Thy whole
way with me." "He that was begotten of God keepeth
him, and the evil one toucheth him not" (1 John 5: 18,
R. V.), flashed into my mind, with a great light on
the faithfulness of Christ the only-begotten Son of God,
my keeper. How could a God of such faithfulness let
Satan have what I abandoned to Him ?
It swept all
fear away.
My whole being let go to God as I had never known
the possibility before. I was away with God, "whether
in the body or out of the body" I did not take reckoning. It was probably but a few seconds, but it seemed
an eternity of His holy presence, when the Lord approached me. I saw nothing, but I felt His approach
as a person, and, standing before me, He spoke into
my spirit as clearly as a human being might speak to
the mortal ear, "When they have done singing (for
they were going on with the duet), go to A, and say
quite loudly, so that all can hear (there were now
perhaps 1000 assembled in the tent; it was crowded),
'If you will confess to the people and ask them to
pray for you, God will now come and deliver you.' "
In an instant there was a recoil in my whole being
to which the other was mild. A torrent of thoughts
and objections rose up within me.
Oh, what a foolish plan! That will never do. A is so
reticent, refined in her instincts, withal so high-spirited.
Why, it would be the very way to defeat the end
desired, etc.
When the rapid action of my mind had spent itself,
I came to silence. God, as a person, imperturbable,
was quietly waiting before me. Shall I ever forget
the majesty of that hour ? It was burned into me that
I had to do, not with a plan, but a God. What would
I say to Him? In my soul the stillness deepened
in His awful presence.
He was waiting.
What
should I say ?
But the plan was so foolish!
Besides, I felt it
was in a way a breach of confidence thus to expose
her. The struggle was intense—the desire to please
God and the revolt from the way. In the radiancy of
His presence, felt but not seen, I was held.
At last my heart said, "Give me a prayer to pray,
dear Lord."
"Make me willing for Thy way," came and with it,
"My thoughts are not your thoughts," for "the foolishness of God is wiser than the wisdom of man."
I felt my spirit being lifted over to God's side in
the matter, only a little fear how she would take it
remaining, and I said, "Lord, give me another prayer."
At once I felt at liberty to cry, "Lord, prepare her
for my coming, and I will go."
I knew in an instant it would be so. And let me
say here that when all I am about to relate had
passed, dear A said, "While I was singing I was told
Miss Lizzie was coming and something would happen
to me."
My whole being now in deepest rest, I listened for
the last line of the hymn, and with its very last I
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rose in God. I cannot describe it, but it seemed as if
God were walls around me, ground beneath me, ceiling over me. Thus shut in, I went forward to the
front of the platform, and, with my face toward A,
and back to the congregation, I repeated very loudly,
so that all could hear, as He had told me, my message
from the Lord. Had I been an automaton I could
not have moved more mechanically, or with less sense
of responsibility.
As my human reason had foretold, she thrilled with
indignation, and stiffened in my embrace. She seemed
a rod of hot iron. I felt her fiery spirit leap out upon
me fromj every pore of her flesh. I was unmoved.
Imbedded in God! The affair was His, not mine. "Such
grace to me was given." As I stood in simple mechanical obedience before the resistance of this fiery spirit,
suddenly heaven opened above my soul, and from the
throne of God came flowing down great streams of love
in hot tides—a heat of Divine love that, in comparison, made her spirit seem cool. Through and through,
and through me, swept the Divine currents, and out
upon her in such words as God gave.
I knew very little about it—automatically used. The
Spirit clothed Himself with me that hour! (Judges
6: 34, R. V., margin). I was pre-occupied with the
amazing revelation that was being made through my
being, that "God is love." By her drooping upon my
shoulder weeping, my attention was recalled to A.
"Love's resistless current sweeping" had borne away
all the heat of her indignation, and, bruised and broken,
she lay sobbing in my arms. She afterwards said to a
friend, "I never knew Miss Lizzie loved me so."
Ah! it was no love of mine. As much, perhaps more,
a revelation to me than to her; and now the heavenly
tides turned all to love's divinest strength of encouragement as I besought her to obey the Lord. He would
certainly free her now.
After a few minutes, or seconds, perhaps—for I am
aware all this takes more time in telling than it
did in passing—she raised her head and confessed to
the wondering congregation that she was among them
"a hypocrite and a sinner, etc."; would they pray for
her deliverance? then fell on her knees, calling on
God for mercy. It is safe to say nearly the whole
company was instantly in the same position.
The
place was rocking with the power of God. There was
weeping everywhere, and such praying! But upon me,
as I essayed to receive by faith her deliverance, fell
the most severe spiritual and physical struggle of my
life. I seemed carried away out in a conflict among
the spiritual forces of good and evil, and as I sought
there to touch the throne of God with faith's finger,
Satan leaped upon my body. I could with difficulty
breathe, and fell writhing to the floor. It seemed long
ere empowered of God, I broke the dark forces withstanding me, but as I did, the power that caused my
suffering fell off my body except one arm, and I rose
to my feet, begging the people to take with me by
faith her deliverance.
As many of them began to realise their privilege,
and thus come over to the victory side, she rose, radiant, declaring it was done.
In the meantime that evil power, that still had hold
of my right arm, was twisting it into inconceivable
positions. It was lame in the socket for a couple of
days thereafter.
But as A rose to her feet the last vestige of this
fell away from me, and the hot tides from the heavenly
land began to sweep again through my being; but now
it was all Glory. I was dazed with the Glory of God.
Capt. Eelso Carter, of Baltimore, had been announced
to preach that morning, as Dr. A. B. Simpson, of New
York, had the day previous; but everything seemed
swept from the boards by the Holy Ghost.
Many since have told me how wondrous was my talk
at an altar service, at that hour.
I, however, was
responsible for none of it, for Another used me, while
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so pre-occupying me with Himself and His Glory, that
I have since no recollection of what was said or done
among the people.
As I staggered about the platform, filled with unutterable glory, I could but say to myself, "Oh, this is
the Holy Ghost and fire. Glory!"
Suddenly there flashed in upon me the account of
Acts 2: "These men are filled with new wine."
"No wonder," I thought, "they called them drunk!"
There was new light on how they all appeared that
morning in Jerusalem! Yes, the ascended Jesus, "having received of the Father the promise of the Holy
Ghost, hath shed forth this, which ye now see and
hear."
Glorjr! Glory! Glory! to His ever-blessed name.
The whole time that elapsed from "the glory of the
Lord" thus gathering me up (Isa. 8: 8, margin) till
He lifted the power and let me down again amidst
the passing events of life, was about three and a half
hours.
I had always been greatly opposed to all demonstration and excitement in religion, and when all was
over, my gratitude to my heavenly Father was unbounded, that He had put this marvellous demonstration through me, ere He put it before me in another.
It was a joy to bear any ridicule and loss of respect
that came to me through this public demonstration of
the power (1 Cor. 2: 4) of the Holy Ghost, God had
seen fit to grant upon me. I could meekly remember
that before God had so handled me, I, too, would have
despised the same demonstration in another.
But, oh, how wily is Satan! For some months he
succeeded in robbing me of some of the lessons my
Father was teaching me. For I thought (how Satan
helps our thoughts!) this was a thing not often to be
spoken of, lest it bring other souls into bondage, seeking a like experience, which, of course, they will never
get!
It was an exceptional dealing of God with me for
another'; special power for special service.
God is not likely ever to repeat any such thing, etc.
But as the weeks rolled into months I was astonished
to find the effects of this fiery baptism upon me were
permanent, and far greater than any power it had over
A, or any others who were that day blessed at the
Western Springs Convention.
My whole being was responsive to God in a new way.
I was in the Holy Ghost before, but now, oh, how
different! In trying to explain it to myself, it seemed
the Holy Ghost wrapped around me as the atmosphere
the folded bud, but now that same blessed Holy Ghost
atmosphere had warmed every petal to unfolding, till it
lay a full blown rose, luxuriating in the heavenly atmosphere, its very heart all response to God.
We all know language is lame and language is tame.
I only speak comparatively, for I should have said
previous to this that my whole heart was in response
to God.
It certainly found no response to any but Him. Now,
however, there seemed some new capacities Godward.
Yet there was little change in my teaching on the
Baptism of the Holy Ghost. No urging others to seek
the holy fire, thinking it was a peculiar experience God
had given me, until in November of the same year
I attended Mrs. Woodworth's meetings on the west
coast.
Here in Oakland I heard her boldly voicing and allowing others to testify to experiences that I could
but recognise as similar to what God had put through
me. And in proportion as the privilege was urged upon
all to come under the power and fire of the Holy
Ghost, the witnesses to it increased.
Alone in my room, flat on my face before God and
His open Word, what days I had as I searched out
His will in this matter! It was going to mean much
to me, to go back to Chicago and teach this power
and fire, for I saw in proportion as the power increased
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in that Oakland work, the Satanic rage increased
around it.
But God settled many things so securely in His Word
that I could not go back from the experience and
teaching of the fire of the Holy Ghost, not even when
Satan came not only upon the work, but into the work,
as he did somewhat in Oakland before it ended. But
this lesson was needed, and perhaps to me most needful of all.
"Beloved, believe not every spirit, but try the spirits."
"Many false spirits are gone abroad."
From this I
learned that there were false spirits, so there was
false power and false fire, and that upon every new
plane of life God puts us, a fresh demon will there contend with us.
Too wise to meet us with what Jesus
has conquered for us before, Satan assails our inexperience, and, as an angel of light, he counterfeits the
real.
Alas for those who fall into the counterfeit! Alas
for those who, seeing the counterfeit, fall into Satan's
trap by confusing the real with the false! Both are
crippled for Christian life, and liable to suffer dwarfage in the higher forms of Christian development.
There is a Scylla and a Charybdis here. But God, rich
in mercy, can restore such. For a time I fell into the
counterfeit by believing some prophecies uttered by one
under a power which I took for the power of the Holy
Ghost. The prophecies proved false. I was guilty of
an error of judgment, and in the recoil that came among
Christian workers all over the United States about those
false prophecies, I was spiritually beheaded, because as
an actual eyewitness of the power of God, displayed
in those meetings I could not but (letting God sift
things for me) stand by the true as well as against the
false therein.
And now I learned the mighty benefit of the Baptism
of fire as power to suffer. Blessed, thrice blessed, is he
who knows the fire of the Holy Ghost as power for
service! But what shall I say of him who feels within
him the fire of love as power to suffer? The fellowship of His suffering (Phil. 3: 10) is a greater gift than
the fellowship of His service. God, who is a liberal
giver, withholds neither. Bless Him!
Through general distrust of me on the above account,
from a wide sphere of service I sank into comparative
obscurity. In the inconspicuous corners where God put
me, He made my heart to sing as He showed me He
was not after quantity, but quality, in the work of
God; and I had the joy of seeing souls brought out,
under the fire of the Holy Ghost, on far deeper lines
than ever before my privilege in any service with Him.
One thing more: God has taught me it is not a
Baptism of fire in the power of which we walk hence- *
forth, but that while we live in Him, walking in all
obedience, all abandonment to Him, He will teach us
ever deepening abandonment, and from time to time,
at His sovereign will, there might come mightier
avalanches of fire upon our abandoned spirit.
As, for instance, God came upon me, at the close of
a convention in Old Orchard, some years ago, and the
power of the Holy Ghost was not lifted from about
half-past ten one night until a quarter to four next
afternoon, and resulted in a great gathering of God's
people upon their knees, in an all-night and all-day
meeting of much blessing. Next year at a neon prayer
meeting in John Street, New York, I heard a minister
say that two hundred ministers received the Holy Ghost
at that Old Orchard meeting.
I have no means of knowing the exactness of this
statement, but it is true that since that day I have
continued to meet both ministers and lay people from
north, south, east, and west, who, in that meeting,
received a mighty inletting into God. I perhaps knew
less of what was being done in the meeting (except as
God showed it to me in the Spirit) than anyone
present, never having met the visible leader, Benjamin
Luscomb—a warrior who has since fallen on Africa's
mission field—nor did I see his face till taken out of
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the power of the Spirit when the meeting closed, nor
learn his name till the next day. It was much the
same with my relations to others. I was transported
in the immediate presence of God; like a great bell
ringing in the Divine hand, "Victory! Victory! Victory!"
As He kept me thus, in the power of the Spirit, on
the victory side the people fell under Him.
Again, while laboring one time on the island of
Nantucket, I was conversing with an infidel, in his
home, when the power of God came mightily upon me.
His invalid mother, who had not walked a step or stood
for twenty-two years (lacking a month or two) was instantly filled with the same mighty power, and, shouting, "Glory to God!" rose out of her bed, and came into
the room in which a number of us sat, perfectly healed.
Addressing her son, she said: "Mark my words, George;
I shall yet walk the streets of this Nantucket, leaning
on your arm, and you converted to God." The miracle
shook out his infidelity, the Holy Ghost began to convict
of sin. Three months from that day he was baptised
in the Atlantic Ocean, she standing by. We have no
right to discount God's operations because they fall outside of our experiences, or even our philosophies, if
they yield the fruit of the Spirit; "By their fruits ye
shall know them."
There may be others like myself. I bound God in
"""•' with a hoop of my theories and my experience, but lo!
when He opened my eyes, I found God was greater outside of my hoop than He ever had been in it.
I am convinced there is a boundless reservoir of grace
in the "diversities of operations" (1 Cor. 12: 6) of the
Holy Ghost, that Satan's cunning hides from the people
of God. "If any man think that he knoweth anything,
he knoweth nothing yet as he ought to know" (1 Cor.
8: 2). "Quench not any manifestation of the Spirit"
(1 Thess. 5: 19, Rotherham.)
Oh, I feel to call upon my soul and all that is
within to go on with the Lord to all the mighty things
of the Spirit as He shall be pleased to lead. We have
gone but a little way with God. May the writer and
reader of this humble account of His past grace be
"strengthened with might by His Spirit in the inner
man; that Christ may dwell in (our) hearts by faith,
that (we) being rooted and grounded in love, may be
able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth
and length and depth and height, and to know the love
of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that we might be
filled with all the fullness of God."
Prom "Faith Reminiscences and Heart to Heart
Talks."
OWN UP—SIGN UP—PAY UP.
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the owner? Deeper yet. Who owns you? Own up.
Do you believe that God meant it when he said, "The
silver and the gold is mine" ? Own up. Do you believe
that those early Christians, under the spell of the
first Pentecost, were sound and sensible and spiritual
in this attitude: "Among all those who had embraced
the faith there was but one heart and soul, so that none
of them claimed any of .his possessions as his own"?
Own up. Are you ready to stake your all without hesitation and without reservation on the statement of St.
Paul that "you are not your own, for you have been
redeemed at infinite cost"? Own up. Own up. Own
up. We cannot proceed until you do. This is definite
dealing with God. We are not in the realm of
Scriptural juggling. We are face to face with the most
fundamental principle in Christianity. It is folly
supreme to begin to make excuse. It is impossible to
dodge the issue. Who owns you? Own up!
Sign Up.
As a part of the Centenary Campaign, we sounded
out the call, "A Million Tithers in Methodism." Some
of you thought it was a clever device to get you to
subscribe heavily to the Centenary Fund. It was not.
Tithing is a test of your acknowledgment of the ownership of God over your whole life. Your life includes
the management of your money. Tithing is an indication that you have acknowledged that you are only
a trustee of your property, and not the owner. God is
the owner; you are the trustee. Tithing is your
acknowledgment of that fact. All you have belongs to
God. You agree as a trustee to administer at least onetenth of your income for God's enterprises in the
world. You agree to administer that money just as
sacredly as you would if you were the sole executor
of the estate of your nearest kin or friend. Concerning
that one-tenth of your income you regard it as the
sacred possession of God. It does not belong to you;
it belongs to Him. It must not be diverted from His
enterprises. If you diverted the funds of an estate of
which you are the executor, you would regard yourself
as a robber.
That is exactly what the preacher,
Malachi said years ago about his congregation, who
withheld or diverted or used for themselves money
that rightfully belonged to God: "Will a man rob God?"
he cried out in agony. "Ye have robbed me," said God
to His people. "Wherein?" they asked in consternation.
"In tithes and offerings," came the swift, searching
reply. They argued that their money belonged to themselves. They withheld their tithes. In so doing they
diverted God's money. They robbed God.
Pay Up.
It is a rare exception when a modern Methodist needs
the special protection of the pastor at the point of
giving too much money to Christ and His Kingdom.
Ordinarily our people have their benevolent impulses
under complete control. It is seldom necessary to
chide any of our members for giving too lavishly. The
Spirit of God has enough difficulty in showing the
average Christian the vital relation between both the
making and the expenditure of money to personal
spirituality. Christ has more to say about a man's
relation to his possessions than He says about heaven.
Christ taught that what we do with our money determines what we will do with our life. In a real
sense my money is myself. The creed of the burglar
or highwayman seems to be, "Your money or your
life." My creed is different, viz.: "My money is my
life." It takes my life to get it; it tempts my life
to keep it; it tests my life to give it.
Own Up.
Who owns the house in which I live ? Who owns the
factory which I conduct ? Who owns the business which
I control? Who owns the soil of the farm which I
cultivate ? Who owns my income ? Own up. Who is
There are three definite steps in this transaction with
God. First, own up. Second, sign up. Third, pay up.
There are pastors in Methodism who fear that their
people are already burdened, and perhaps overburdened,
with financial obligations to the Kingdom and the
Church. There may be a few exceptions of this sort.
But they are the rare exceptions. What do the records
show? The average giving of the average member of
our Church amounts to less than two cents per day
per member for the Centenary Programme, with all
that it includes. I recognise there are current expense
budgets to be met. I cannot forget the numerous and
sometimes stupendous church-building enterprises. But
I register my conviction that if every pastor would
press this tithing campaign to the limit, there would
be ample resources for every local project and for
every world-wide enterprise. It is here we are weakest.
It is here we falter. Our people are not overburdened.
They are not overtaxed. They are under-consecrated as
Kingdom partners. There are exceptions. There always
are exceptions. The records prove the rule.
How much owest thou my Lord?
Own up—sign up—-pay up.
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DIVERS FOR SOULS.
Down amid the depths of heathen darkness
There are heroes true and brave;
Shrinking not from death, or toil, or danger,
They have gone to help and save:
But we hear them crying, "Do not leave us,
'Mid these dreadful depths to drown,
Let us feel your arms of prayer around us,
Hold the Ropes as we go down."
—A. B. Simpson, D.D.
C/o Mrs. M. Taylor, P.O. BOX 328,
Sanno Miya, Kobe, Japan. 20/11/28.
Greetings to all in the precious name of Jesus, our
risen Lord and soon-coming King. We praise God for
a safe journey back to Japan, and for His loving care
over us all the way. We arrived here on Saturday
morning, and were welcomed by Sister Taylor and Sister
Makota, her helper in the Lord's work, and Brother
Ogawa, from the Kyoto Assembly, and Sister Oki and
Brother Uchimura from Osaka, and some of the other
Christians. Praise God, we are so glad to be back
among them all in the work that the Lord has called
us to. May we ever be obedient unto the heavenly
vision.
On Sunday morning Bro. Smith took the meeting,
and afterwards Marie testified to receiving the baptism of the Holy Spirit in Sunday School in Brisbane,
and of a vision she had before we left Australia. She
said she saw a Cross with Jesus on the Cross, and
children of all nations were kneeling around it, and
Jesus said: "Go ye into all the world and preach the
gospel. The harvest is great, but the laborers are few."
As she was speaking I realised what a debt of love we
owe to the teachers of our Brisbane Sunday School for
the interest they have shown in helping the children
pray through to the baptism of the Holy Spirit.
We have a Sunday School here in the afternoon, and
Sister Taylor suggests a Tarrying Meeting also. Then
Open-air, and Indoor Meeting at night. Meetings every
week night except Saturday.
Sister Oki and Brother Uchimura are holding up the
work in Osaka, and Brother Ogawa at Kyoto. We are
looking forward to going to Osaka and Kyoto to see
how the Lord is working there. Sister Taylor tells us
they have had some trials indeed, but God has blessed
their work in a wonderful way.
We covet the earnest prayers of all the members of
the Assemblies in Australia for the widening of the
work. God is touching the hearts of the people here.
There are great possibilities.
May God bless you all, in body, soul, and spirit.
Lovingly yours in His service,
Herb., Thera, and Marie Smith.
Bangalore, India, 4/12/28.
Beloved in the Lord Jesus Christ,—Peace and joy be
multiplied unto you through His Precious Blood.
I
am so glad to say the Lord has given me my sight,
and you will rejoice with me. I was able to conduct
both day and night meetings all this week, and never
used my glasses. Praise God, to Him be all the glory.
I left Bangalore on November 26 for Madras. I met
with a few dear ones there and had sweet fellowship,
especially with dear Mother Timothy and her helpers,
and we had a very blessed time together before the
Lord. Also I went to Pallavaram, and saw two of our
folks there who have accepted the truth and are waiting on God for the blessing. One dear brother and
his wife are suffering very much through persecution
for going through the waters of baptism, but he is a
most determined chap, and of the right material, and
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going right on with the Lord. Hallelujah! Pray much
for this dear one, who is so anxious to follow the Lord
all the way. I also saw our Brother Ezekiel, who
has fully consecrated himself to the Lord for service,
and intends to step out into the vineyard of the Lord
as a worker, in the beginning of the New Year; so
the Lord has permitted me to have and partake of some
of the fruit of my labors. Praise Him! How wonderful. He was brought in and baptised in "The Pull
Gospel Tent" meetings at Perambur, which we had
some time ago. Glory to God! Oh, that others, also,
would be as faithful as this young Jewish brother, who
has been tried in the furnace of affliction, and has been
faithful right through. So the Lord has now called
him for higher service in His vineyard. I am sure
you will all rejoice with me. Glory to God! Praise
Him! Hallelujah! I left Madras on the 22nd evening.
One dear brother from Puswalkam and two from Perambur came to see me off and wish me God-speed
and blessings on the meetings I was to hold in Kolar
Goldflelds.
I was met at the station by Brother
Phillip's son Lionel, who had brought their car, and
drove me from the railway to their place, where I
was welcomed by Brother Chas. Cummins, a beautiful
worker in the Lord's vineyard for many years.
(He
was the first to meet Bro. Athel and me, in 1912, and
welcome us to Bangalore.) We had sweet fellowship,
and spent much time together before the Lord. We
visited a few houses, and gave the message to some
hungry souls, to some, also, who had turned aside.
On Friday evening we went to the Wesleyan chapel,
where a noted preacher was proclaiming the higher
Life Truths. He was holding a full week's meetings,
hence not so many came to our cottage meetings; but
they got rich blessings to their souls, and went away
with joyful and smiling faces. We had a meeting at
Edgar's Reef—a very fair attendance, most of them
R.C. Many were moved by the love of Christ giving
His life for them.
D.V., I am again to go to Kolar for another weekend from Friday next. Brother Cummings is also helping me, and we are visiting as many houses and
holding as many cottage meetings as we can.
Brother Ezekiel has sent in his resignation and
finishes up probably by end of December, and will be
with me in January. Glory to God! It is cheering.
Pray earnestly for us and that we will have guidance
in all these affairs. Pray through.—Yours at the feet
of Jesus,
—H. N. TODD.
A TESTIMONY TO THE GLORY OF GOD.
Beloved Brethren in Australia:—Sweet peace to thee
in Jesu's Name and through His shed blood on Calvary's Cross. By His grace I feel constrained to give
forth this my testimony and pray that the dear Lord
will bless it to those of the other sheep outside the fold.
The dear Lord graciously saved and brought me to
His fold.
I was a moral, regular Church-going Christian,
following all the rites and ceremonies of the Church,
but all to no avail, having a form of godliness
but denying the power thereof. (2 Tim. 3: 5.) From
such turn away, for my life was one of sinning and
repenting, not having that heart-felt experience of
regeneration. "Except a man be born again he cannot
see the kingdom of God. (John 3: 3.) I was a young
man of worldly fashion and dress and enjoyed all
earthly pleasures (such as dancing, smoking, drinking,
picnic and other parties, picture shows, card playing,
lover of girls, a lover of sentimental songs, up to all
the mischief and wickedness, and lent my tongue to
all filthy language).
I used to stand at the street corners and listen to
the open air prayer meetings, which were conducted
by Brother Todd and others. All this seemed strange
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to me, and my stubborn heart would not yield to the
Lord when the kind invitation was given to sinners
to repent. As time went on, 1 was down in bed with
a severe attack of influenza, left quite helpless, none
to cheer me or even to attend to my need, but the dear
Lord watched over me, preserved and healed me, and
brought me safely through my sickness, while many
others passed away in this epidemic. 1 then did see
the Lord's hand upon me, and began to be a little
careful.
As time went on again I made up my mind to marry,
and fell in love with my boarding mistress' sister. We
married and took up a separate house. Next door to
us cottage meetings were held by Brother Todd. I used
to listen to the singing and the reading of the Word
of God; but still, sad to say, my stubborn heart would
not yield to the Lord. But one night about 11 oclock
a brother by the name of Ebenezer was under the
power of the Spirit: he sang a hymn "He was nailed
to the cross for me." I got out of bed and ran out
to the back yard, and listened. I was then realizing
how Jesus must have suffered for us sinners, but being
a Jew, doubts were coming into my mind, when all
of a sudden. I found myself trembling and the tears
streamed down my cheeks. I then resolved in mind
to know the Lord, and His blessed Word concerning
me. The time then came on to Easter. While going
out one day I saw a large tent erected, with a flag
flying—"Jesus is coming soon." I began to attend the
meetings conducted by Brother Todd, I shall say it
did bring into my heart such a longing desire and
there I did hear the real simple four-fold gospel truth
of God's Holy Word, and there God opened my blind
eyes to see my sinfulness, and I then confessed all
my sins to Jesus, and He forgave me and cleansed me
from all sin; when the altar call was given I could
not resist the calling of God; I stepped right out and
oh such a wonderful joy and peace came into my heart
that night when I gave it to Jesus, I was much comforted, and it was a happy day when Jesus washed
my sins away. I then came to know that Jesus was
my only Saviour, Redeemer, and Friend. After being
instructed in the Word of God for about 2 months or
more, I willingly obeyed the command of baptism by
immersion as recorded in John 3: 5, and on the 30th
day of August, 1926, I and four other candidates were
immersed in water in a large open tank; after awhile
we came together for the laying on of hands, when
one sister received the full blessing (Acts 2: 4). The
remainder of us were swayed under the mighty power
--- of God's Holy Spirit, after which we all tarried for the
-W blessing (Acts 2: 4) but none received till some time
after. Anyhow, from that time every desire for things
that I once craved for now seemed to have left me;
for I had been on my knees before God and asked
him to remove all these filthy and evil desires. I
began to search the Word of God carefully, first on
smoking, drinking, etc., and I found it quite plain and
clear in 1 Cor. 6: 9, 10, and 11. Know ye not that the
unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God ?
Be not deceived:—Neither fornicators, nor idolators,
nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind, nor thieves, nor covetous, nor
drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, shall inherit
the kingdom of God; and such were some of you:
but ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are
glorified in the Name of the Lord Jesus and by the
Spirit of our God—then in 1 Cor. 3: 16, 17, I read of
how the body should be cared for (know ye not that
ye are the temple of God, and that the Spirit of God
dwelleth in you ? If any man defile the temple of
God, him shall God destroy for the temple of God is
holy, which temple ye are), also in 1 Cor. 6: 15, 16, to
20, which all suit these habits of sin. Then I searched
regarding pride of dress and fashion and worldly
pleasures, etc., and found that 1 John 2, verses 15, 16, 17,
21
read '"'Love not the world, neither the things that are
in the world. If any man love the world, the love of
the Father is not in him." (Verse 16.) For all that
is in the world, the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes,
the pride of life (or walk in life, the position that a
man wants in the world), all these are not of the Father,
but of the world. (Verse 17.) And the world passeth
away and the lust thereof, but he that doeth the will
of God abideth forever.
These portions gave me a very definite idea as to how
a child of God should both walk and forsake these
sins which separate us from God, who answers our
prayers, and, praise God, I may truly say that Jesus has
helped me in the forsaking of these filthy habits and
devices, and from the time of my entering into the
New Birth Jesus has helped and kept them far from me.
Glory to His name.
Though troubles, trials, and temptations assailed me
Jesus has strengthened and helped me through them all.
People began to criticise and ridicule the things I said
of the truth, and my forsaking of filthy desires, worldly
fashions and pleasures, but this I know of Jesus: "Whosoever therefore shall confess Me before men, him will
I confess also before my Father which is in Heaven.
But whosoever shall deny Me before men him will I also
deny before My Father which is in Heaven. (Matt.
10: 32, 33; also Matt. 16: 24.) If any man will come
after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and
follow me (also in Mark 8: 34-38); and praise God He
is still helping me to follow Him on to Victory—and
now, beloved, having a full desire to serve the blessed
Master in service on foreign fields, I am leaving relations,
friends, and all worldly pleasures, and even my secular
employment, for it is better to labor for the Master
till He comes, making a clear cut so that I may be an
instrument in God's hands,, for the Heavenly Potter
hath power over the clay, so let Him do whatsoever He
will. Jesus says: "Follow Me, and I will make you
fishers of men." (Matt. 4: 19.)
Now unto Him that is able to keep you from falling
and to present you faultless before the presence of His
glory with exceeding joy. To the only wise God our
Saviour be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both
now and ever. (Jude, verse 26.)
And now, beloved, let me once more repeat that I
desire you all to remember me in earnest prayer before
God for the ministry of the Gospel that I may be a
fruit-bearing branch to the glory and praise of His
name. God bless you all.
Yours in Christ Jesus, and at His blessed feet,
Bro. Patrick Ezekiel.
THE LOGIC OF FAITH.
An infidel once made the following statement:—
"Did I firmly believe, as millions say they do, that
the knowledge and practice of religion in this life influences destiny in another, religion would be to me
everything. I would cast aside earthly enjoyments as
dross; earthly cares as follies; and earthly thoughts
and feelings as vanity. Religion should be my first
waking thought, and my last image before sleep sang
me into unconsciousness. I should labor in its cause
alone. I would take thought for the morrow of
eternity alone. I would esteem one soul gained for
heaven worth a life of suffering. Earthly consequence
should never seal my hand nor seal my lips. Earth,
its joys and its griefs, would occupy no moment of my
thoughts. I would strive to look upon eternity alone,
and on the souls around me. I would go forth to
the world and preach to it in season and out of season,
and my text would be:—What shall it profit a man
if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul?"
When Mr. C. T. Studd, a wealthy young Cambridge
cricketer, who played for England, read these words
they made such an impression upon him that he threw
up a legal career to go to the dark places of the earth
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as a missionary. H e s a y s : " T h e y decided m e a t once
to l i v e ' o n l y a n d u t t e r l y for C h r i s t . " L a t e r he gave
a w a y his e n t i r e f o r t u n e of £ 1 0 0 , 0 0 0 to Christian w o r k ,
and followed Christ in v o l u n t a r y p o v e r t y .
L a s t y e a r Mrs. S t u d d , a f t e r a s e p a r a t i o n of eleven
y e a r s on a c c o u n t of h e a l t h , visited h e r h u s b a n d in
Ibambi, C e n t r a l Africa.
" A f t e r eleven y e a r s , " she
says, " t h e r e w e r e b o u n d to be changes, b u t I w a s n o t
p r e p a r e d for so g r e a t a difference. I f o u n d t h e shell
of w h a t he h a d been. I f o u n d a frail f o r m — a b e n t ,
spent body. I f o u n d w h a t seemed t o m e t o be t h e
spectre of m y h u s b a n d . H e w a l k e d a n d t a l k e d , a n d
was really t h e r e , b u t h e seemed as of a n o t h e r world
as t h o u g h he had b e e n to a n o t h e r world, and h a d b e e n
allowed to come back. I felt as t h o u g h I w a s w a l k i n g
in a d r e a m , a n d would a w a k e t o find it all a m y t h . Y e t
behind all this frailty a n d b r o k e n n e s s , and this poor,
shrivelled-up b o d y I f o u n d a g i a n t m e n t a l l y a n d
spiritually."
I t rejoices our h e a r t s to see t h e w a y in which God
is leading our beloved brother, S t a n l e y P. F r o d s h a m ,
whose f o r w a r d m o v e m e n t we h a v e watched ever since
he edited t h e " V i c t o r y " in E n g l a n d .
Not only h a s he rescued t h e costly p r i n t i n g p l a n t of
our l a t e beloved b r o t h e r , Samuel Otis, b u t is p u t t i n g it
to t h e best possible use in s t r e n g t h e n i n g t h e h a n d s of
B r o t h e r Swanson of t h e Russian and E a s t e r n E u r o p e a n
Mission, and his devoted associates who a r e l a b o r i n g
so a r d u o u s l y t o b r i n g in t h e M a s t e r ' s other sheep in
Russia, Poland, and B u l g a r i a . We commend t h i s g r e a t
work to our r e a d e r s , and solicit p r a y e r s for all engaged
in it.
—Ed.
THE ONE TALENT.
Only one t a l e n t small, scarce w o r t h y t o be n a m e d ,
T r u l y H e h a t h no need of this.
Oh! art thou not
ashamed ?
H e gave t h a t t a l e n t first. T h e n use it in His s t r e n g t h ,
Thereby, thou knowest not, He m a y work a miracle at
length.
M a n y t h e s t a r v i n g souls now w a i t i n g to be fed,
Needing, t h o u g h k n o w i n g n o t t h e i r n e e d of, C h r i s t t h e
Living B r e a d .
If t h o u h a s t k n o w n this love, to others m a k e i t k n o w n ,
Receiving blessings, others b l e s s ; no seed abides alone.
A n d w h e n t h i n e eyes shall see t h e holy, r a n s o m e d
throng,
In heavenly fields, b y living s t r e a m s , b y J e s u s led
along.
U n s p e a k a b l e t h y joy a n d glorious t h y r e w a r d ,
If b y t h y b a r l e y loaves one soul has been b r o u g h t
"home t o God.
FOREIGN
MISSIONS.
A m o u n t s sent t o t h e G e n e r a l S e c r e t a r y f o r t h e
m o n t h s of A u g u s t , S e p t e m b e r , and October, 1 9 2 8 : —
B r o u g h t f o r w a r d from J u l y , £ 3 / 4 / 4 . Receipt No.
128, F o r e i g n Mission, 1 8 / 9 ; 129, India, 1 0 / - ; 130 F o r eign Mission, £ 1 ; 1 3 1 , F o r e i g n Mission, 1 2 / 6 ; 131a,
F o r e i g n Mission, 7 / 6 ; 132, India, 3 / 4 ; 132a, F o r e i g n
Mission, 1 5 / 6 ; 132b, India, £ 2 ; 133, India, £ 5 ; 134,
India, £ 3 ; 135, China, 1 0 / - ; 136, F o r e i g n Mission, £ 1 ;
137, India, £ 6 / 3 / 8 ; 138, Foreign Mission, 1 6 / - ; 139,
F o r e i g n Mission, 1 0 / - ; 140, India, £ 3 / 1 0 / - ; 1 4 1 ,
China, £ 1 ; 142, F o r e i g n Mission, 1 5 / - ; 143, India, £ 2 ;
144, J a p a n , £ 2 ; 145, India, 2 / 5 i . T o t a l , £ 3 5 / 1 9 / 0 i .
D i s t r i b u t e d to A.F.M., India, B r o t h e r Todd, £ 2 8 .
China, B r o t h e r T u r n e r , £ 1 / 1 0 / - .
B a l a n c e on h a n d ,
£6/9/0i.
JAN. 1st. S929
NOTICES OF THE
APOSTOLIC FAITH MISSION of AUSTRALASIA.
VICTORIA :-HEADQUARTERS.
Good News Hall, 104 Queensberry Street, North Melbourne.
Sunday—11 a.m., Breaking Bread; 2 p.m., P r a y e r ;
Sunday, 4,30 p.m., Open-air, cor. Little Bourke and Russell Streets.
7 p.m., Gospel Service.
Tuesday, 8 p.m.—Prayer for the Holy Spirit.
Thursday, 8 p.m.—Bible Study.
Friday, 8 p.m., Open-air a t Victoria Market.
Saturday, 8 p.m.-—Fellowship.
Prayer every morning, 10 a.m.; Monday and Wednesday,
7 p.m.
BALLAEAT.
A.W.TJ. Hall, Grenville Street.
Sunday, 11 a.m., Breaking of Bread and Fellowship.
Sunday, 7.45 p.m., Gospel Service.
Monday, 8 p.m., Tarrying Meeting at Secretary's Home.
Wednesday and Saturday, 7.45 p.m., Open Air Meeting
a t corner Grenville and Sturt Streets.
Thursday, 8 p.m., Tarrying Meeting at Sister Grinley's.
Secretary: Bro. M. Anstis, 79 Clayton Street, Ballarat;
'Phone, 692. W r i t e to him for information.
GEBIiONG.
The Lecture Room, Central Hall, Ryrie Street.
Sunday, 11 a.m.—Breaking of Bread.
Sunday, 7 p.m.—The Full Gospel.
Saturday, 8 p.m.—Lecture Room, Central Hall—Prayer
and Fellowship.
For place of meeting on Wednesday night write to the
Secretary, M. Field, "Riversdale," Barwon Terrace,
South Geelong.
P a s t o r : O. Field.
Heidelberg.
Outhwaite Road, Heidelberg.
Wed., 8 p.m.—Bible Class. Bro. Tom Warburton.
KORUMBURRA.
At Mr. C. C. Buchanan's, "Arolfblane," Kardella Road,
Korumburra.
Sunday—7 p.m. Prayer for Holy Spirit.
Wednesday—8 p.m., Prayer. At Brother Fisher's, Leong a t h a Road.
Saturday—8 p.m., Bible Reading. At Bro. Buchanan's,
Kardella Road
Secretary, Chas. Hogan, Station Street, Korumburra.
WONTHAGGI.
At Sister Henderson's,
Drysdale Street.
Sunday, 3 p.m.—Prayer and Fellowship.
KLLCUNDA.
Cooloongatta.
Friday, 8 p.m., Bible Class.
Sunday, 2 p.m., Sunday School.
Sunday, 8 p.m., Gospel Service.
Sister Ray Ridgway, Secretary, "CooJoongatta."
FOOTSCRAY.
J. Jenkins, 45 Stirling Street, Footicray.
Thursday, 8 p.m.—Prayer.
WERRIBEE.
Brother Johnstone, "Glenora," Station Street, Werribee.
Wednesday, 8 p.m.—Bible Study and Prayer.
Sunday. 3 p.m.—Bible Study and Prayer.
MBENIYAJT,
At Brother B. Rldgway's,
Friday, 7.45 p.m., P r a y e r and Bible Study.
JAN. 1st. 1929
FOR
THE
5UPPLE.Mt.NT to GOOD NEWS
YOUNG PEOPLE.
* —
THE REMARKABLE DELIVERANCE OF A
RUSSIAN NOBLEMAN.
When Nicholas I. became Emperor of Russia his first
task was to put down a formidable sedition among the
aristocracy of his realm. Many nobles detected in
guilt, and many who were simply suspected, were
thrown into prison. One, who was innocent, was by
nature a man of fiery temper; his wrongful arrest infuriated him, and he raved like a wild animal. Day
after day, brooding over his treatment, he would stamp,
shrieking through his cell, and curse the Emperor and
curse God. Why did He not prevent this injustice ?
No quiet came to him save in the intervals of exhaustion that followed his fits of rage. A venerable
clergyman who visited him on the ninth day of confinement advised him to take it patiently, but without
effect. The Christian's prayer was heard with sullen
contempt; and when he repeated to the weary man
the Divine words, "Come unto Me all ye that labor and
are heavy laden, and I will give you rest," they
sounded like mockery to the embittered prisoner. The
aged minister went away, leaving a Bible in the cell,
which he begged the prisoner to read.
As soon as his visitor was gone the angry nobleman
threw the Bible into a corner. What to him was the
Word of a God who let tyrants abuse him? How could
God love him, to allow him to be treated so ? But when
the terrible loneliness of succeeding days had nearly
crazed him he caught up the volume and opened it, and
his first glance fell on the 15th verse of the 50th
Psalm—"Call upon Me in the day of trouble: I will
deliver thee." The text surprised and touched him.
Truly this was the day of trouble for him! Would He
deliver him ? Should he call upon Him ? But his pride
resented the feeling, and he dropped the Book.
The next day desperation drove him again to the
only companion of his solitude. Its words gave rays of
hope—Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego called upon
God, and He delivered them from the burning fiery
furnace; Daniel called upon God, and was delivered
from the lions' den. From that time he read the Bible
constantly, began to study it, and commit whole chapters to memory.
The entrance of God's Word gave light, exposing to
him his own sins, and he saw that his many offences
against God, who had always done him only good,
were far blacker than the Emperor's wrong to him.
Yet this God had sent even His own beloved Son to
die for HIS sins, and was now offering him forgiveness,
saying that "the blood of Jesus Christ, His Son,
cleanseth from all sin." Such love won his heart. Has
it won yours, dear reader?
He did now call upon God in the day of trouble; and
reading with enlightened eyes the story of the Saviour's
life and death totally changed him. He was suffering
unjustly, but had not Christ, the Holy One, been unjustly accused, ill-treated, and slain.
Beholding the
meekness and patience in Him under worse treatment
than his own, revengeful rage gave way, and a deep
calm took its place. Like the persecuted Christians shut
up in the Roman catacombs, he forgave his enemies,
and cursing gave place to blessing. The shadows of
wrong and death vanished in the new light of grace and
glory. His lonely hours, before spent in harsh thoughts
and words, were now filled with prayer and praise.
The company of a book—the one Book in all the
world that could have done it—had given the proud
noble a new life. Madame Dubois, once a beloved prison
missionary in New York, from whom comes this story,
was in Russia when the condemned man's aunt and
sister, with whom she was visiting, received a letter,
which was believed to be his last.
It was the outpouring of an exalted soul superior to death.
He had undergone his trial, and, unable to prove his
innocence, had been sentenced to death. On the day of
his execution, while the ladies of his mansion walked
in tears through the crape-hung parlors, suddenly the
sight of their doomed kinsman himself astonished them
at the door! Then they learned how the God upon
whom he had called in the day of his trouble had not
only delivered him from prison and death, but saved his
soul from eternal doom.
It was an unhoped-for deliverance at the last
moment. When the gaoler's key unlocked his prison
cell that morning, instead of his executioner, his Emperor stood before him. A conspirator's intercepted letter had placed the innocence of the suspected nobleman
beyond question, and the Czar made what amends he
could by bestowing on him a splendid castle and a
general's commission.
He never tired of telling others of the Great Deliverer.
Though years have passed since then, and with them
the life of the almost-martyred Russian, the fruit of
his labors among his fellow-men, the hospital he built
for the sick and friendless, and the very Bible that led
him to the Saviour, still bear witness to the faithfulness of Him who says, "Call upon Me in the day of
trouble: I will deliver thee."
Unsaved reader, this same mighty Saviour is able
and ready to deliver you from the wrath to come.
"Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall
be saved" (Romans 10: 13).
—SEL.
A LITTLE SILVER,
The following
writings:—
is a parable
taken from
Jewish
"One day a certain old rich man, of a miserly disposition, visited a rabbi, who took the rich man by
the hand and led him to a window. 'Look out there,'
he said. And the rich man looked into the street.
"'What do you see?' asked the rabbi.
" 'I see men, and women, and little children,'
answered the rich man.
"Again the rabbi took him by the hand, and this
time led him to a mirror. 'What do you see now?'
" 'Now I see myself,' the rich man replied.
"Then the rabbi said, 'Behold! in the window there
is glass, and in the mirror there is glass. But the
glass of the mirror is covered with a little silver, and
no sooner is the silver added than you cease to see
others, but see only yourself.' "
^iram forget
By SARA C. BOOTH.
FIRST SECRETARY OF THE YOUNG WOMEN'S
CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION, MELBOURNE.
I-,
JOHANNA; OR, FAITHFUL UNTO DEATH.
" There's an everlasting daylicht
And a never-fading spring,
Where the Lamb is a' the glory
In the palace o' the King."
She was a strong, homely Scotch girl, but underneath that plain exterior there beat a loving, true
heart, capable of great deeds.
Although an orphan, all alone in the world, never
was there a brighter, happier girl, with a perfect passion for children.
"Ye needna' be lonely where ye hae children," she
used to say, in her broad Scotch dialect. "Ye ken,
children always love me."
For a time she assisted in the Home for Neglected
Children, in connection with Mrs. Armour.
One day
I met her as she was coming up the steps of the Assembly Hall, with two of the children beside her and
one in her arms.
"Ah, now, I suppose, you are happy, Johanna," I
said.
"I ken ye know that right well," she answered. "I
ken ye are laughing at me, but isn'a this a bonny
lassie?" she added, looking at the little girl in her
arms with a fond look which made her plain, homely
face quite beautiful, then down at the others with pardonable pride.
"I would rather you had the care of them than I,"
I said, laughingly.
"Ah, I ken right well ye're only teasing me.
I ken
ye love the weans yourself."
I went on my way thinking what a wonderful thing
love was when it could so transform a face and make
it almost akin to an angel's.
Soon after this changes were made in the Home,
and Johanna became a nurse in a Scottish manse.
I had not seen so much of her lately, as the family
went into the country for a while, and took her with
them.
One day I heard that Johanna had been brought
from the country to the Hospital and was dying. She
had fallen from a swing and broken her back. My
poor, brave Scotch lassie.
I hurried down, and found her in No. 5 Ward, in
the care of one of the nurses of whom I cannot speak
too highly.
Poor Johanna was lying on her back, with a piece
of netting over her face to keep off the flies. She
was paralysed, and was never able to use again those
dear hands and arms, which had fondled and soothed
many a wean; but, in spite of all the pain, there was
just the same brave, cheerful look.
"My poor, poor child," I said, with a great sob in
my throat; for the sight of her lying there so helpless
and weak quite unnerved me.
"Ye mustna' greet sae sair," she said, "dear Miss
Booth. It is all right. I ken right well the Feyther
knows what is best for poor Johanna, and I think He
is muckle in a hurry, to get the lambie hame to its
mither. I was a wee bit thing when she left me, but it
seems nae time now, but I am awearying to see her
again."
"But how did it happen, Johanna? Can you tell
me?"
"Well, we were in the country, at such a nice place,
and there was a large swing; I had been playing with
the bairns and swinging them, when I turned dizzy
and fell. I kenned right well one must fall.
Waa
it not good of the Lord to let it be poor Johanna, not
one of the dear weans? It is a' right. I am just
wearying to get hame. Dinna' greet, just read a bit
about the Feyther's hame. It will comfort ye. I
kenned ye would fret, but ye mustn'a the noo."
I read a few verses from the 14th of John, and she
made her own comments.
"He is coming Himself.
I like to hear it. He could nae mair forget poor
Johanna than she could forget the bairns. I wonder
will He come the nicht?"
She was growing very faint, and I saw I must not
stay longer.
"Say a wee bit prayer before you go, just a bairn's
prayer. I like fine to hear ye, ye have always loved
Johanna."
So I knelt by her bed, and repeated the old, familiar
words, "Lord, look upon a little child"—
"Lord, look upon a little child,
By nature sinful, rude, and wild,
Oh, put Thy gracious hands on me
And make me all I ought to be.
"Make me Thy child, a child of God,
Washed in my Saviour's precious blood,
And my whole heart from sin set free,
A little vessel full of Thee."
The nurse brought a cup of tea, and she said: "Ye
see, they are aye good to me." The next time I went
to see her the minister's dear little children, whom
she had so loved, had been before me, I found, for, on
making* the remark that her lips were very red, and
not so awfully parched as when I saw her the last
time, a faint smile came over her white face. "Dinna'
ye ken my bairns have been in to see me, and brought
strawberries for their Johanna, and the wee bit things
that I have so often fed hae been feeding me, and
muckle fun we have had ower it. Wasna' it good of
them?" Then she laughed and added, "The world's
full of love, and ne'er so lonely at all, if ye only hae
the children." And I could not help thinking of
Longfellow's words:—
"Ah, what would the world be to us
If the children were no more?
We should dread the journey behind us
More than the dark before."
"I just lie here and pray for all the weans I have
ever nursed," she added. "Many of them are grown
up the noo, but they will ne'er forget their old nurse.
I thought I should hae been awa' before this, but I
canna' make much of the mansion. I'd like fine to
play on the green with the weans, with Him and mither
looking on and making us sae happy and good." "Well,
Johanna," I said, "I believe you will have your heart's
desire. There are many children in heaven, and all
good and lovely. The Lord knows just the right place
for us, and just where we will be happy. He won't
put you in the mansion. Why," I added, laughing
at the thought, "you would fill it with children,
wouldn't you?" "Aye," she said; "I kenned you
would understand me, Miss Booth; I never talked like
this to anyone else, but you always ken what a body's
thinking about."
We were going away for our summer holidays and
I had put off telling her as long as possible, for I felt
sure every day would be the last. On entering the
ward the same bright smile greeted me, though she
could not turn her head or move. This day, though
so very, very ill, her face looked as if she had been
talking with the angels.
"Miss Booth," she said, "did you ever go to a large
party, a very large one, and did you lie awake the
nicht before thinking about it, and the pretty new
dress you were to wea-r? Well, I mind it well, I did
JAN. 1st. 1929
5UPPLLMLNT to GOOD NE.W5
when I was a wee oit lassie, and last nicht it all came
over me as if it had been yesterday, and I kenned sae
weel how proud I was when I was dressed, and my
mither looked sae pleased at her bairn. Well," she
said, "I feel just as I did that day. I am going to a
large party in the Feyther's hame, and aye the dress
it is sae lovely I canna' even begin to tell you about
it. All nicht long I have gone over it in my mind—
white, but nae like any white ye see, with a silver
sheen on it like the glory. Didna' ye tell me I should
be like Him?
Like Him?
Plain Johanna?
I mun
believe it, mun believe it, for He said it, He said it."
She looked so radiantly happy that involuntarily I answered, "Ah, child, 'tis true, gloriously true. Nothing
would' satisfy Him but having us made exactly like
Himself; but, oh, Johanna, I envy you, and almost
wish I were going too."
"Ye munna' say that; ye must stay and look after
the lonely girls, and love them as you hae loved me.
Kiss me, and say you will."
And so I promised the
dying girl, and tore myself away. I could not tell her
we were leaving on the morrow, or in any way disturb
her peace, for she most likely would be in glory.
"I would like fine to hear you read my hymn,"
she said, in parting, "if I dinna' gang hame first."
The next day came. We must leave in a few hours,
so again I went to say good-bye. The very peace of
God was on her face, and reminded me of Christian
waiting in the land of Beulah.
I told her, the best I could, that I had come to say
good-bye. It did not distress her as I thought it would.
Even in death the beautiful unselfishness of her character came out. "Dinna' ye fret," she said; "dinna'
ye fret. I ken right well the girls will come in your
place, if I dinna' gang hame the nicht." Then she
repeated part of her own hymn, which I had just read
to her.
"He is faithful that hath promised
And He'll surely come again,
He'll keep His tryst with me,
At what hour I dinna' ken.
"But He bids me still to wait,
An' ready aye to be,
To gang at any moment
To my ain countrie."
Oh, the joy in her face, like a glad, happy child
going home. "Good-bye, Johanna, dear."
"Miss Booth, is it good-bye?" she answered.
"Yes, darling, I must say good-bye, but it means
'God be with you,' darling child. His left hand is underneath you and His right hand is round about you.
I leave you with Him."
"Oh, yes, He is here. Good-bye, dear Miss Booth,
good-bye. I may be watching at the gate, ye ken, till
ye come hame." And in God's keeping I left her.
I knew, with her Scotch reticence, she would not
talk to others as she had to me. She lingered a few
days, then they sent me word that Johanna had exchanged faith for sight, having a right to enter in
through the gates into the city.
We can almost hear her say—
"I shine in the light of God,
His likeness stamps my brow,
Through the valley of death my feet have trod,
But I reign in glory now.
"I have reached
I am one of
For my head a
And a harp
the joys of heaven,
the sainted band,
crown of gold is given,
is in my hand.
"Oh, friends of mortal years,
The trusted and the true,
Ye are watching still in the valley of tears,
But I wait to welcome you."
3
THE WIDOW'S KEVENGE.
In a small house in the outskirts of the village of
C
lived a poor widow. She supported herself by
her labors as a washer-worn an. There was a small
garden attached to her house. In it she cultivated a
few vegetables and flowers. It also contained a peach
tree, which bore excellent fruit.
One year this tree was laden with fruit when all
other trees in the vicinity were barren. As the peaches
approached maturity they were watched by covetous
eyes. Some of the more vicious boys determined to rob
the poor woman. They formed their plan, and, in the
dead of night they entered the garden and surrounded
the tree. They were disappointed. They found nought
thereon but leaves. Whether the owner of the peaches
suspected their design is not known; but just before
sunset, on the very day, or, rather, night, appointed
for the robbery she gathered her fruit, and thus saved
it.
Angry in consequence of their failure, they drove
some, swine into her garden, and went home.
In the morning she discovered the mischief that was
done. While driving out the swine she found near the
peach tree a knife with the name Henry F
engraved on the handle.
Summer was succeeded by autumn, and autumn by
winter. The lone widow was without the winter vegetables which had been destroyed through the wantonness
of those whom she had never injured.
A revival took place during the latter part of the
winter. It took some professing Christians by surprise,
as it found them busy in giving and going to parties
of pleasure. It did not take the poor widow by surprise. She had been praying, waiting, and watching for
it.
Among the first hopefully converted were those who
had been carefully instructed in Divine truth. By degrees those who seldom visited the house of prayer
became interested. Some of the hardened and hopelessones were, in the judgment of charity, born again.
Among these was Henry F
. While under conviction
he had felt inclined to go to the poor widow and Confess his faults, and ask for her prayers; but something prevented his visiting her until he was rejoicing
in hope. He then went and made his confession to her.
"I knew it was you," said she. "I knew it the next
morning."
"How did you know i t ? " said he.
"This informed me," handing him his knife.
"Why did you not send for me, and make me pay
damages?"
"There was a more excellent way. I took that."
"What was i t ? "
"To pray for you, in accordance with the Master's
directions" (Matt. 5: 44).
—SEL.
A minister one day visited a school for the purpose
of hearing the children repeat the catechism. He asked
a boy, "What is the fifth commandment?" and the boy
promptly replied, "Honor thy father and thy mother."
Then the minister said, "But do you know the meaning
of that verse?" The boy, his face covered with blushes,
said, "Yesterday, sir, I showed some strange gentleman over the mountain. The sharp stones cut my feet
and made them bleed. The gentleman gave me some
money to buy me some shoes. I gave it to my mother,
for she had no shoes either, and I thought I could go
barefooted better than she." The minister smiled, for
he saw that the boy had learned the meaning of the
verse.
I do not attempt to ripen my apples by throwing
stones at them. Oh, that we could be as patient with
each other as we are with apple trees!
—HENRY WARD BEECHER.
4
SUPPLEMENT to
CHANGED INTO THE SAME IMAGE.
We had an incubator once. Friends came out to
the farm. We brought the incubator that was just
hatching into the parlor. The friend's each took a
candle and used its light to look through the front
glass, back into the incubator, where the eggs were
being pecked, and one by one the little chicks were
making their way out of the shells. The friends were
city raised and had never witnessed such a sight before. Their excitement, their surprise, their enthusiasm, was a great tonic.
Such remarks as these came forth:
"Oh, how do they know how to peck a shell?"
"They haven't any of them got feathers."
"They get their eyes open right away. I thought it
took nine days."
"What cute little feet. How long before they learn
to walk?"
And why shouldn't they get excited. Why shouldn't
they glow with enthusiasm when the greatest of
miracles was being performed right before their eyes?
These eggs were laid by some very highly bred stock,
Gome prize-winning Rhode Island Reds.
The colored print of the father of the chicks was
shown all around. "Why, they don't look anything
alike," came the statement from one after the other.
"Will that fluff turn to feathers, and if it does, how?"
Yes, that is the question. They surely did not look
much like their parents, and still less in a few weeks,
when they were running about the yard with long,
skinny, featherless necks, backs, and legs. A few
feathers were on their wings, but their poor sunburned backs soon drew your attention from the start
of feathers.
Their voices sounded like the squeak of a hinge.
Their rough, awkward feet were far from resembling
the colored picture of the parent bird.
But fall came, and with it one day came the friends
again. They went to the chicken yard all together to
see_the little chicks; but, no, they were not there. In
their place was a wonderfully feathered flock, more
beautiful by far than the colored picture. There also
stood a professional chicken fancier, bidding high for
the first chick that had pecked a shell at the party.
This young rooster was a beauty, with his wealth of
color overtopped by his scarlet, five-pointed comb. He,
too, became a prize winner, because the parents had
passed on their life to him.
So, through shell, past fluff, past sunburned back
and awkwardness, he had come to the fulness of the
life within him.
Jesus came through death, burst the tomb and ascended far above all principalities and powers and
every name that is named. He says: "Because I live
ye shall live also." He alone can give His life to another. If you ever get to heaven it will be because
you have been born again; from His life being put
within your soul.
And if His life is in your soul you
need not worry about your looks now, for you will
come to His fulness.
"Beloved, now are we the sons of God; and it doth
not yet appear what we shall be; but we know that
when He shall appear, we shall be like Him" (1 John
3: 2).—Paul Rader.
"WE SHALL BE CHANGED."
"Alas!" cried the worm, as the parchment walls
Of his chrysalis tomb grew thick and dry,
"The end has come! Oh, the beautiful world!
Oh, the beautiful life that I leave to die!
"I never again shall crawl over the sheen
Of the swaying leaves, nor pillow my head
In their shelt'ring hearts when noon heat falls;
I am shrouded away with the dead, the dead."
CTOOD
NEWS
JAN. 1st. 1929
A fair morning came when his fast-sealed tomb
Was riven by wings its wall could not bind,
And he whom they bore need never crawl more
O'er the shimmering sheen of the leaves in the wind.
'Twas the same old life, yet so new, so new!
New eyes for beauty that never could pall,
New tastes for sweets in the flower's deep cup,
New joys, new powers, and wings for it all!
No more could he sigh for his idle couch
In the heart of the rose he left behind,
But, singing in limitless air, he cried,
"Oh, the beautiful life that I died to find!"
I*|
—CO.
HOW TO MAKE A QUARREL.
Be tactless. Say things that hurt. Backbite. Mind
another's business. Disparage all that they do. Look
black when they come near. Resemble a thunderstorm
when they speak to you.
How To Mend A Quarrel.
Confess your fault like a man. Don't want to retaliate. If you cannot see any fault in yourself to confess,
look for it; it's there right enough. Don't allude to the
other's fault, even if it's hitting you in the face. Don't
want the other to apologise or to make amends. Your
part is to confess your own. Be content with your own
humbling; the Lord will do the rest,
How To Live Without A Quarrel.
Be tactful above all things. In other words, be wise.
Be kind. Look kind. Keep your voice low at all costs
when you are discussing anything likely to lead to a
quarrel. If you do, ten chances to one you won't have
a quarrel. Not many people can quarrel in a low tone
of voice. And for goodness' sake never allude to another's faults, either in their presence or in their absence. Remember always this rule of Spurgeon's: "Of
the dead and the absent, nothing but good."
- " The W a t c h m a n . "
MY MOTHER.
By John H. Styles, Jnr.
My mother is my heart's ideal
Of all that's dear and good.
Her life is radiant with love
And gracious womanhood.
She's sympathetic, gentle, kind;
She understands a lad;
And oh, she's just the truest friend
A fellow ever had!
My mother never turns me down,
Or fails me when in need.
To sacrifice herself and serve
Her loved ones is her creed.
She practises her faith in God
With joy and eagerness;
Her ministry's a miracle
Of sweet unselfishness.
My mother is my pal of pals;
She's all the world to me!
I owe her everything I am
And all I hope to be.
I want to live a life like hers,
And, oh, I want to prove
Myself deserving of her faith
And worthy of her love!"
Published by the Victory Press, 106 Queensberry
Street, North Melbourne, Australia.
QUEENSLAND:-BRISBANE. Central Assembly.
Druid's Hull, George Street.
Sunday, 11 a.m.—Fellowship.
Sunday, 2.5 p.m.—Tarrying" for the Holy Spirit.
Sunday, 6.30 p.m.—Open Air, Corner George and Tank
Streets.
Sunday, 7.30 p.m.—Gospel Service.
Wednesday, 7.45 p.m.—Bible Class in School of Music,
Entrance Little Roma Street, off Turbot Street.
The sick will be prayed for.
BRISBANE.
West End Mission, Cr. Montague Road and Raven Street.
Thursday and Saturday, 7.30 p.m.—Prayer for the Holy
Spirit.
BRISBANE.
"Bethel" Assembly, Wilmington Street,
Sunday, 11 a.m.—Breaking" of Bread.
Sunday, 3 p.m.—Afternoon Service.
Sunday, 7 p.m.—Fellowship.
Wednesday, 7.45.—Prayer.
Saturday. 7.45.—Prayer for the Holy
Pastor: H. Martin.
Wooloowin.
Spirit.
CHBRMSIDE.
At Brother Hannah's, Hamilton Road.
Tuesday, 7.45 p.m.—Prayer and Exhortation.
Thursday, 7.45 p.m.—Tarrying Meeting for the Holy Spirit.
Saturday, 7.45 p.m.—Gospel and Prayer.
.Monday, 8 p.m.—Albany Creek.
The sick prayed for and visited.
TOOWOOMBA.
Philharmonic Hall, Herries Street, near Ambulance.
Sunday, 10 a.m.—Sunday School, also Bible School for all.
Sunday, 11 a.m.—Breaking of Bread; Exhortation to Believers.
Sunday, 7 p.m.—Pull Gospel Address; Song Service.
Evangelist J. Larsen.
MARYBOROUGH.
The Tabernacle, Alice Street.
Sunday, 11 a.m.—Breaking of Bread and Exhortation.
Sunday, 3 p.m., Bible School; 7 p.m., Song Service and
Prayer; 7.30, Full Gospel Service.
Monday, 8 p.m., Island Plantation, Tarrying Meeting.
Tuesday, 3 p.m., Sisters' Tarrying Meeting.
Tuesday, 8 p.m., at Sister Clarke's, Praise, Prayer, and
Bible Study.
Wednesday, 8 p.m., Prayer, Praise and Bible Study.
Thursday, 8 p.m., Central Tarrying Meeting, Tabernacle.
Saturday, 8 p.m., Open-air, Main-way Corner.
Pastor, G. E. Burns, Walker Street, Maryborough. 'Phone,
549.
Local Secretary; J. W. Will, Tooley Street, Maryborough,
Queensland.
CROYDON JUNCTION.
Sunday, 3 p.m.—Sister Croom: Bible School.
Friday 8 p.m., at Sister Clarke's, Praise, Prayer
Bible Study.
Bro.
Townsville.
Sunday, 11 a.m., Breaking of Bread, Oddfellow's Hall,
Sturt Street.
Sunday, 7.45 p.m., Gospel Meeting, Oddfellow's Hall,
Sturt Street.
Tuesday, 7.30 p.m., Gospel Meeting, Women's Association Rooms, above A.A.A., Sturt Street.
Wednesday, 7.30 p.m., Tarrying Meeting, Bro. Swenson's
Home, Belgian Gardens.
Friday, 7.30 p.m., Prayer Meeting, Townsville Association Rooms, Sturt Street.
Sunday Afternoon, 3 p.m., Sunday School, Oddfellow's
Hall, Walker Street West.
Sunday Afternoon, 3 p.m., Tarrying Meeting, Women's
Association Rooms, Sturt Street.
Open Air Meetings.—Saturday, 7.30 .p.m., "Lowth's
Corner," Flinders Street; and Sunday, 7 p.m., "Victoria
Bridge Corner."
Pastor, W. Knticknap.
WOOMBYE.
At Brother Banks'.
Sunday, 11 a.m.—Breaking of Bread.
Sunday, 2 p.m.—Prayer and Tarrying.
NAMBOUR.
At Brother Conwell's.
Saturday, 7.30 p.m.—Tarrying Meeting.
WEST AUSTRALIA :--
a
PERTH.
Meetings:—Women's Service Guild Rooms, 191 Murray
Street—Opp. Boan's Ltd.,
HQ)
Sunday, 11 a.m.—Breaking of Bread.
ffj
Sundays, 7.30, Gospel Service.
Tuesday, 7.45.—Open air in Forrest Place.
Friday, 7.45.—Fellowship and Prayer.
Saturday, 7.45.—Full Gospel Service, at 197 Murray Street.
Sisters Edie and Ruby, 1 Knebworth Avenue, Perth.
SOUTH AUSTRALIA :-ADELAIDE ASSEMBLY MEETINGS.
Leavitt Hall.
Sunday, 3 p.m., at Botanic Park.—Open-air.
Sunday, 7 p.m.—Full Gospel Service.
Wednesday, 8 p.m.—Bible Study, "Beth-Car," Hughes
Street, Mile End.
Saturday, 4.30.—Prayer Meeting.
Saturday, 8 p.m., at Kingston Statue.—Open-air.
Please address correspondence to G. H. Jansen, "BethCar," 4 Hughes Street, Mile End, S.A. 'Phone, Cent.
8749.
Evangelist, Sister P. Heath.
and
CAIRNS.
Chas. Kajewski, Sheridan Street.
Sunday, 10.30 a.m.. Breaking of Bread at 274 Sheridan
Street, Pastor Kajewski.
Sunday, 3 p.m.—Sunday School, Bro. F. G. Schipke, 42
Upward Street.
Sunday, 7.30 p.m.—Gospel Service, Oddfellows' Hall.
Wednesday, 7.30 p.m.—Bible Study at Pastor Kajewski's
Home, 274 Sheridan Street.
Thursday, 3 p.m., "Women's Help Meeting, 274 Sheridan
Street
Friday, 7J0.—"Waiting Meeting and Exhortation at 274
Sheridan Street.
Local Secretary: Bro. Geo. Schipke, 42 Upward Street,
Cairns.
ROCKHAMPTON.
Old Oddfellows' Hall, Denham
irswiCH.
Over Nixon's Cafe, Brisbane Street.
Lord's Day, 11 a.m.—Breaking of Bread and Exhortation
to Believers.
Lord's Day, 2.30 p.m.—Tarrying Meeting.
Lord's Day, 7.15.—Gospel Service.
Tuesday, 7.30 p.m.—Tarrying Meeting.
Thursday, 7.30 p.m.—Prayer Meeting.
Saturday, 7.45 p.m.—Bible Class. Pastor: J. Armstrong.
Street.
Sunday, 11 a.m. and 7.30 p.m.
Tuesday Evening.—Study of the Scriptures.
Thursday Evening.—Divine Healing and Prayer Meeting
for those only who seek to be nearer to God.
Saturday Evening.—Open-air Meeting and Testimony
Meeting.
Communion alternately morning and evening each week.
Pastor- J. H. Smith, 184 Archer Street, Rockhampton.
NEW SOUTH WALES :-SYDNEY.
Tent Mission, Military Road, opposite Fire Station,
Mosman. See advertisement in Sydney "Herald."
Evangelist Mina Ross Brawner. Permanent address:
"Chevin," Tunks Street, Northbridge; 'Phone, X 1317.
Members of the Apostolic Faith Mission of Australasia are hereby notified that the third Annual Conference will begin D.V. at Good News Hall, North Melbourne, on Friday, March 29, with an all day of prayer.
Business commences Saturday, March 30. Secretaries
are requested to forward name or names of delegates
who will represent' their Assemblies.
Assemblies with more than 50 members are allowed
one delegate for the first 50, and one for each subsequent 50 or part thereof who possess a Credential of
Fellowship of the Mission in accordance with Section 8,
Clause (c) of the Constitution.
Reports from Assemblies and subjects for discussion
should be forwarded to the General Secretary by February 20, that the agenda may reach the Assemblies
a fortnight before Conference. W. ANDREWS, Sec
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For free tracts on a varietv of subjects send to H.
W. Patterson, Box 222, El Cajon, California, U.S.A.
Write name and address plainly with pen and ink.
RETURNS FROM HOME AND FOREIGN MISSION
ROXES RECEIVED WITH THANKS.
No. 2, 5/6; 3, 7/4; 5, 4/6; 6, 5/9J; 7, 5 / - ; 8, 5/-; 10, 5 / l |
11, £1/10/-; 12, 6/-; 13, 1/6; 17, 5/5; 18, £1; 19, 5 / - ; 20, 5/21, 2/4; 22, 10/-; 23, 5/-; 25, 10/-; 26, 4/-; 29, 11/1
36, 15/4; 38, 5 / - ; 50, 4/1J. Total, £10/3/0i. We also t h a n k
Bro. Barnham and Bro. Mortomore for their kind offering
to same.
Bro. and Sister SELF, Missionary Agents.
The two poems on page 2 are the respective
productions of —
H. S. Kilpatrick, Bayswater, W.A.
Maud E. Powell, N.Z.
Published by the Victory Press, 106 Queensberry
Street, North Melbourne, Australia.