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"Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him cometh my salvation.”
Grover Laird, Editor
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July 2020 Selected Articles
Because He is God.
He can touch the throne;
Because He is man,
He can touch my hand;
Because He is God.
He can succor me,
Because He is Man,
He can understand,
Because He assumed
the form of flesh,
He knoweth my frame,
that I am weak;
Because He is God,
He can give to me
Abundantly more than
I ask or seek.
The Case Of The Infidel And His Dog
"See that man over there with that retriever dog beside him?" whispered a friend to the Christian worker, Mrs. Henry Deaning, as they stood on the platform of the railroad depot in Norfolk, England. "he is a gamekeeper, and very much set against religion! If he would be won for the Lord, what a great impression for good his conversion would mean!"
Acting on a sudden impulse, Mrs. Dening walked over to the man and gently stroked the dog's head, "What a beautiful dog you have!" she said to the man. "Yes" he assented gruffly, "But take care that he does not bit you! He is not fond of strangers!" "Dogs can sense that I am fond of them," she replied with a smile, "and he will not bite me, I know." After a pause, she said, "You must be very fond of him. His fur is so well-brushed and he looks so well cared for." He nodded his head in assent. Do you feed your dog?" she asked.
Surprise showed on his face, but he nodded, "and you house him?" she asked. Suspicion showed on his face, but he replied shortly, "Yes, of course." "Wouldn't you be sorely disappointed and cut to the heart if he did not love you and obey you?" "Of course!" he answered, and glanced down fondly at his dog.
How would you like to have him desert you to follow a
"He would not do that!" the man replied impatiently.
"What a lesson that dog could teach you, if you would but take heed!
Although you are a man, you have not the gratitude of a dog! God has fed you, housed you, loved you these many years....but you show no love to Him, nor obey Him! He loved you so much that He gave His Son to die for you on the Cross that Your sins might be forgiven, but what do you care? You choose to follow a stranger....the devil....who will ruin your soul in hell! The dog knows who his owner is, but you know not your owner, the Lord of glory! It is just as the Bible says, "The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib; but Israel doth not know, My people doth not consider: (Isaiah 1:3)
A startled expression came into the man's face. As she continued to gaze at him in reproachful silence, there were tears in his eyes, and through his tears he stopped down to hug the dog while he muttered brokenly, "Ah Rover, you have taught me a lesson this day! I never knew, I Never realized what an ungrateful sinner I have been to God! God helping me I shall follow my dog's good example!"
The train had come in and was about to depart. Mrs. Dening guoted some Scripture promises, shook his hand, and then boarded the train. The gamekeeper went to the church that same evening, where there was a prayer meeting, and
cried out of a broken heart, "God be merciful to me a sinner!" That evening, he rejoiced in the knowledge of his sins forgiven through Jesus Christ....
USING THE SCALES
Joseph Parker was one of England's greatest preachers. The huge city Temple was built to accommodate the great crowds that came to hear him, and this was during the times Charles Spurgeon was preaching to thousands at the
Tabernacle. When asked about his City Temple crowds, Parker said: "Conversions should be weighed as well as counted."
THEY PUT IT IN WRITING
In the course of his sermon one day, the noted Charles Spurgeon suggested that each of his hearers should write a truthful description of himself in the fewest possible words, thus: "Thomas Jones, lost," or "Henry White, saved" "If you see it in writing," he had said, "it may startle and impress you."
A Christian woman who was present determined to act upon his advice. When she and her family were seated around the table in their home, she brought paper, pen and ink and said, "I want to tell you what Mr. Spurgeon said today." The father, reading his Sunday newspaper, looked up for a little to watch the preparations, but then he heard Mr. Spurgeon's name mentioned, he went on reading.
"Mr. Spurgeon asked us all," continued his wife bravely, "to write our names on a sheet of paper and to put 'saved' or 'lost' after then , and to be quite truthful about it." She wrote at the top of the page, "Sarah Mitchell, saved." Then she handed the paper to her eldest daughter. She took the paper and wrote under her mother's name, "Lucy Mitchell, saved." It was now Harry's turn. Mother was anxious about Harry. She longed that he might be a Christian, but she did not know whether he had taken the step. How her heart beat when he took up the pen! When with a steady hand he wrote, "harry Mitchell, saved," her joy threatened to overcome her. Baby, as they called the youngest, had learned to love Jesus at Sunday School, She could make capital letters, and wanted to add her name. When it was handed to her mother, she read, "Alice Mitchell, saved." That was the whole family, except father, who was still reading his newspaper.
George Mitchell was at least an honest man and a kind father. The children were not in the least afraid of him, even when he gruffly said, "It's all trash, but I may as well join in the game." So he wrote under the other names."G-e-o-r-g-e M-i-t-c-h-e-l-l, I" Before he could add another letter to that "I", his wife seized his arm and cried out, George! You shall never write that!"
Then the children took up the cry, shouting out, No, no, dear father, you must not write that---you shall never write that!"
Father tried tin a good-humored way to shake himself free. He tried to laugh, in a nervous, forced way at the whole thing; but ass they all stood and cried and pleaded with him, he broke down and fell on his knees beside his family, confessing his sins. then and there he received the Lord Jesus as his own personal Savior, and was then able to write, "George Mitchell, s-a-v-e-d."
And wasn't that a happy family---all loving the Savior, and all on the way to heaven!
The man's no bigger than the way
he treats his fellow man.
This standard has his measure been
since time itself began.
He's measured not by title or creed,
high-sounding though they be;
Nor by the gold that's put aside;
nor by his sanctity.
He's measured not by social rank,
when character's the test,
Nor by his earthly pomp or show
displaying wealth possessed.
He's measured by his justice, right;
his fairness at his play,
His squareness in all dealings made,
his honest, upright way.
These are his measures, ever near
to serve him when they can,
For man's no bigger than the way
he treats his fellow man.
"Prayer is not conquering God's reluctance, but laying hold of His willingness."
I WONDER IF I'M POOR
When I think of the gold in the sunset,
And the silver of stars bright at night;
The platinum glow of the moonbeams,
And the pearls in a smile of delight,
I wonder if I am poor.
When I figure the emeralds in treetops,
And the turquoise of fresh bluebells,
The diamonds in sparkling dew,
And the wealth of a baby's yells,
I wonder if I am poor.
The gold and silver and platinum,
The sunsets rich and fine;
The diamonds and the emeralds
Are God's and God is mine.
Why, I'm rich!
A GOOD MOVE
"I've been a dead weight long enough,
upon the Church's back.
Beginning now, I'm going to take
A wholly different track.
I'm going to pray and pay and work,
And carry loads instead;
And not have others carry me,
Like people do the dead."
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