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Dr. Mordecai Ham used to say, “I sometimes get tired in the way, but I never get tired of the way.” I am older than he was when he made that statement, and I can truly say, “I never get tired of the way, and I almost never get tired in the way.” It is so exciting to be in the service of the Lord that I just want to go on and on. I’m sure I would never have made it this far on the Gospel trail had it not been for the prayers and the encouragement of my friends. For this I am deeply grateful. The prayers of others help me to “keep on keeping on” in the Lord’s work. Again, I am sorry for the delay in fill-ing orders for my book entitled, When Will the Tribulation Begin? This book is temporarily out of print, and we are back-ordering orders for it. We are expecting the new, revised edition by the first of May. We will fill back-orders soon after we receive it. The new edition will be worth waiting for. I am going to be busy traveling and preaching in the coming months. See my schedule on our web site. I hope to see many of my friends in places where I will be preaching in the months to come.
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“I just got in from a meeting in Michigan. I finished reading your book (Great Preachers I Have Known) on the plane. It made you feel encouraged, blessed, uplifted, on cloud nine and it set me on fire.” Phone call from Dr. Russell Anderson in Hawaii.
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The name, Discovery Channel, suggest that the channel is a place to get information. However, much of the programing on this channel demonstrates that it would better be called, “The Deceiver Channel.” This is especially true when the channel airs programs about the Bible. These programs have a liberal bias designed to make a literal interpreta-tion of the Scriptures appear incorrect. Their latest foray into this field was a documentary called, The Lost Tomb of Jesus. It was aired Sunday night, March 4. The documentary claimed that a rock-hewn tomb had been discovered in Jerusalem that contained several ossuaries (stone boxes) containing the bones of Jesus and members of His family. Uninformed people and unthinking people will never stop to question this claim, and it will do much to undermine the very foundation of Christian faith. A careful examination of the facts shows that the claims made in the documentary are without foundation. The discovery of this tomb is old news. It was discovered in March, 1980. That was 27 years ago. Scholars have known about this tomb since it was discovered and have not believed that Jesus of Nazareth was buried there. The documentary was based on a false premise. It claimed that the disciples stole the body of Jesus from the tomb of Joseph of Arimathaea, where it had been buried, and buried it in another grave. The documentary did not tell viewers that the tomb where Jesus was buried was sealed by the Roman government and guarded by seasoned, battle-hardened Roman soldiers. There was no way that the frightened disciples would have come out of hiding, overpowered the soldiers, broke the seal on the tomb, rolled away the heavy stone, carried off the body of Jesus and reburied it. If the body of Jesus had been buried by the disciples, they would have known that He had not risen from the dead, and they would not have suffered martyrdom for preaching that He had risen. If the body of Jesus had been stolen by his disciples, the priests and pharisees would have known it, and they would certainly have made it public. Another reason the tomb discovered in 1980 cannot be the tomb of Jesus and His family is that they lived in Nazareth and would have had no use for a tomb in Jerusalem. Besides, the family could not have afforded an expensive tomb in Jerusalem. Much of the claim made in the documentary is based on some of the names inscribed on the ossuaries that matched names of Jesus and His family. These were all common names in first-century Jerusalem. No less than the bones of 12 people named Jesus have been found in tombs in the city. We who know Jesus should not be dis-couraged. We should simply continue to preach that He arose, that He lives, and that He will save anyone who trusts in Him.
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The Empty Tomb In a garden where flowers bloom, There is a rock-hewn empty tomb. Used only once, aeons ago, It is a place where pilgrims go.
They want to see where Jesus lay And conquered death at break of day. Because He lives, they shout and sing, “Let hallelujahs rise and ring.”
“Let gates of pearl swing open wide.” Let the city where saints abide Join in the song of victory, Our Saviour lives and we are free. —Louis Arnold
Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and not be afraid: for the LORD JEHOVAH is my strength and my song . . . (Isa 12:2).
Wonderful promises! It is wonderful when we can say, God is my salvation . . . JEHOVAH is my strength. God is all powerful. He created the universe for His own pleasure (Rev. 4:11). As Jehovah, the mighty God, relates to man. God saves us. Jehovah gives us strength. I can trust and not be afraid, and that puts a song in my heart. Sadly there are Christians who do not have such a song. They plod along day after day, knowing that they are going to Heaven but not enjoying the journey. Years ago old-time Methodists talked about joy bells ringing in their hearts. In a testimony meeting they would talk about losing their joy because they had done something wrong. Then they would speak of confessing their sin and the joy bells returning and ringing in their hearts again. Our victory is in God. He saves us, and He gives us strength. We can trust in Him and rejoice in Him. —Selected “Day Starters”
You May Have the Joy-bells You may have the joy-bells ringing in your heart, And a peace from you never will depart; Walk the straight and narrow way, Live for Jesus ev’ry day, He will keep the joy-bells ringing in your heart.
Love of Jesus in its fullness you may know, And this love to those around you sweetly show; Words of kindess always say, Deeds of mercy do each day, Then He will keep the joy-bells ringing in your heart.
You will meet with trials as you journey home; Grace sufficient He will give to overcome; Tho’ unseen by mortal eye, He is with you ever nigh, And He’ll keep the joy-bells ringing in your heart.
Let your life speak well of Jesus ev’ry day; Own His right to ev’ry service you can pay; Sinners you can help to win If your life is pure and clean, And you keep the joy-bells ringing in your heart. —Wm. J. Kirkpatrick
Times brings changes. This is especially true of the words people use. If I could go to Heaven and come back twenty years from now I probably would not understand half of what people were saying. I remember when “Good Morning America” was what people said when they got out of bed. I remember when a mackintosh was an apple and a blackberry was something you put in a pie. Some words we use today don’t sound like what they mean. Ebay sounds like a place to go fishing, and uBid is what you would say to your friend at an auction. There was a time when a pilot was someone who piloted a ship or a plane, and I remember when a web was something you swept off the ceiling. There was a time when an alcoholic was a drunk, and a beggar was called a bum, and when someone had a live-in partner it was called shacking-up. In the good-old-days a panhandler was not in the kitchen and a person with pride was considered stuck-up. Now a stuck-up person has self-esteem. The old way of talking may not have been political correct, but it was more honest and more explicit than the way people talk today. And you didn’t have to guess what they were saying. —Louis Arnold
A chaplain was speaking to a soldier on a cot in a hospital. “You have lost an arm in the great cause,” said the chaplain. “No,” said the soldier with a smile, “I didn’t lose it—I gave it.” And in the same way Jesus did not lose His life: He gave it. It reminds us of His purpose. He died that we might be forgiven and go at last to Heaven. —Moody Monthly
And I will pray the Father, and he shall give you another Comforter, that he may abide with you for ever (John 14:16).
Jesus was going away! Beyond the Cross— Foreshadowed by His birth-time gift of myrrh— Went home, reigned with the Father, after loss; On earth would be another Comforter!
“Another Comforter,” He said! How true; For had He not been such to His loved group? Heart’s ease in sorrow, guide the whole way through, And strengthening force when some would lag or droop.
He did not leave them orphans, for One came To dwell within—not simply at their side— Each individual life for Christ to claim; By His sweet presence kept, and sanctified.
We have not shared that earthly paradise, Where Christ’s disciples walked with hearts astir; Nor drunk in wisdom, from a mind so wise, But, yes, we know this other Comforter! He seals us as the purchase of our God; He fills us, if we crave for his excess; He leads us on the narrow pilgrim road, And sets us seeking kindred lives to bless! —Winifred A. Iverson
Redeemed What it means to be redeemed, To define it I would say That Christ has snatched me from the fire, And washed all my sins away.
The penalty due to me, For the sins I did commit, Is eternal damnation and death, For of God’s kingdom I’m not fit.
I praise God for His great love, Enough that He sent His Son for me; Christ paid my debt, and now by faith Through grace from death, I am set free.
And the joy within my heart, For the new life that I am given; Stirs within me great excitement, To share with you above Christ who is risen! —Linda Bowling
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come . . . (Song of Solomon 2:11-12).
It was an earthly morning when the Lord stood on the earthly shore, but He stood there in resurrection life. The setting of the verse, But when the morning was now come, Jesus stood on the shore . . . (John 21:4), is easily grasped as the chapter is read down. But though Scripture has but one interpretation it may have more than one application. This verse was certainly beautifully applied when an aged Christian lady gave instructions that these words should be carved on her tombstone. This is the night for the Christian. He is a child of the day, and does not walk in darkness for he has the light of the Scripture and the unction of the Holy Spirit, but still he walks in the night. The morning comes. It comes for believers one by one as they fall asleep in Jesus, or we may all go together at the summoning shout. But when we reach the Heavenly shore we shall find the blessed Lord there, ready to give us a greeting the like of which we have never experienced. It comes with great sweetness. But when the morning was now come, Jesus stood on the shore . . . What a morning and what a welcome! We may well look forward to it with great anticipation. We believe that day is not far off. Any day, any night, any moment, and He may call us, and we shall find Him on the Heavenly shore, and that will make the day to be day, and the place Heaven. —Selected
The Truth of Romans
Buried with Christ, and raised with Him too; What is there left for me to do? Simply to cease from struggling and strife, Simply to walk in newness of life, Risen with Christ, my glorious Head, Holiness now the pathway I tread; Beautiful thought, while walking therein: He that is dead is freed from sin. Living with Christ, who dieth no more, Following Christ who goeth before; I am from bondage utterly freed, Reckoning self as dead indeed. Living for Christ, my members I yield, Servants to God for evermore sealed; Not under Law, I’m now under grace, Sin is dethroned, and Christ takes its place. Growing in Christ: no more shall be named Things of which now I’m truly ashamed; Fruit unto holiness will I bear, Life evermore, the end I shall share. —Christian Victory
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A Thought The tomb is empty—but the throne is filled. Our Lord has written the promise of the resurrection in every leaf of springtime. An empty tomb proves Christianity, but an empty church denies it. The stone at Jesus’ tomb was a pebble to the Rock of Ages inside. Christ died for us—so we might live for Him. —Selected My wrting Ministry
“Help! Help!” called a drowning man in the river. “I can’t swim.” “I can’t swim either, but I’m not hollering about it,” an old man called from the riverbank.
It is not right to do wrong to get a chance to do right. —Dr. Bob Jones, Sr. He that saveth his time from prayer shall lose it, and he that loseth his time for communion with God shall find it again in added blessing and power and fruitfulness. —J. H. Stumph Blessed is the man who is too busy to worry in the daytime and too tired to lie awake at night. —Selected
The Secret of Service To one who asked him the secret of his service, Mr. George Muller said: “There was a day when I died, ‘utterly died;’” and as he spoke, he bent lower, until he almost touched the floor, “died to George Muller, his opinions, preferences, tastes and will, died to the world, its approval or censure, died to the approval or blame or blame even of my brethren and friends, and since then I have studied only to show
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“I hope somebody will read this and feel sorry for a lonely donkey. I like to be petted, and my humans are so busy they don’t have much time for me.” Comments We Love “I have just read your new book, Great Preachers I Have Known. It is a great book. I could not put it down till I got through it. I cannot wait till your next book comes out.” Man, Ravenswood, West Virginia. “Thank you for your latest book. Jim (her husband) took it as soon as it arrived and read it through. He is so in awe of the relationship you had with these Godly preachers. He told the folks at prayer meeting about your book” Lady, Charleston, West Virginia. “Oh Brother, I could hardly lay these books (Great Preachers I have Known and When Will the Tribulation Begin? down till I read them both! . . . Thank you, dear brother for all the blessings from you” Man, Chambersburg, Pennsylvania. “My brother . . . loaned me your book, Great Preachers I Have Known. Reading it uplifted my spirit. I also read Fathoms Deep. It kept my interest all the way through. Thank you so much for writing such wonderful books” Lady, Nicholasville, Kentucky. Dr. Lee Roberson At Home Dr. Lee Roberson November 24, 1909-April 29, 2007 Dr. Lee Roberson, for many years pastor of Highland Park Baptist Church in Chattanooga, Tennessee, and Founder and Chancellor Emeritus of Tennessee Temple University, went home to be with the Lord Sunday morning, April 29. Dr. Roberson was 97. Dr. Roberson was a great preacher, a soul-winner, a great pastor, and a friend of preachers. His ministry is not finished, for his work will continue through Highland Park Baptist Church, Tennessee Temple University, and the multitude of preachers, missionaries and educators he trained. Like thousands of other preachers, I held him in highest regard for the many years that I knew him. —Dr. Louis Arnold Evolution, The Great Deception Recently a man on television said, “Evolution is not a theory; it is a fact.” What he said is not true, but some gullible people will believe it. Evolution has never been more than a theory, and it will remain no more than a theory. Thinking people do not believe in evolution, and many outstanding scientists now reject the theory out of hand. A theory is a belief that something is thought to be true, and it remains a theory until there is evidence that it is true. No evidence has been found to support the theory of evolution, so it remains a theory. For years scientists have searched the earth and the heavens for some thread of evidence that man evolved from some lower form of life, but they have come up empty. Despite this the consensus among died-in-the-wool evolutionists remains that man evolved from an ape, a chimpanzee or some other member of the primate family. Now let’s do some straight thinking. In every generation great men and women are born. Some of them grow up and become preachers, doctors, lawyers, political leaders, authors, scientists, architects, designers, builders, musicians and so on. No such outstanding individuals are ever born in the animal kingdom. Evolutionists consider some primates to be the closest relatives to man, but there is no proof that they are our cousins. Show me an ape or a chimpanzee that has designed and built a high-rise building. Show me some apes that have invented musical instruments, formed an orchestra, and performed for the entertainment of others of their species. Show me any kind of animal anywhere that have ever invented an alphabet and filled a library with books they have written. Show me a cemetery with marble tombstones where some tribe of animals have buried their dead. Show me any of these, and I will believe in evolution. Meanwhile, I will continue to believe, IN the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth . . . (Gen. 1:1).
“I hope somebody will read this and feel sorry for a lonely donkey. I like to be petted, and my humans are so busy they don’t have much time for me.”
“I have just read your new book, Great Preachers I Have Known. It is a great book. I could not put it down till I got through it. I cannot wait till your next book comes out.” Man, Ravenswood, West Virginia. “Thank you for your latest book. Jim (her husband) took it as soon as it arrived and read it through. He is so in awe of the relationship you had with these Godly preachers. He told the folks at prayer meeting about your book” Lady, Charleston, West Virginia.
“Oh Brother, I could hardly lay these books (Great Preachers I have Known and When Will the Tribulation Begin? down till I read them both! . . . Thank you, dear brother for all the blessings from you” Man, Chambersburg, Pennsylvania.
“My brother . . . loaned me your book, Great Preachers I Have Known. Reading it uplifted my spirit. I also read Fathoms Deep. It kept my interest all the way through. Thank you so much for writing such wonderful books” Lady, Nicholasville, Kentucky.
Dr. Lee Roberson, for many years pastor of Highland Park Baptist Church in Chattanooga, Tennessee, and Founder and Chancellor Emeritus of Tennessee Temple University, went home to be with the Lord Sunday morning, April 29. Dr. Roberson was 97. Dr. Roberson was a great preacher, a soul-winner, a great pastor, and a friend of preachers. His ministry is not finished, for his work will continue through Highland Park Baptist Church, Tennessee Temple University, and the multitude of preachers, missionaries and educators he trained. Like thousands of other preachers, I held him in highest regard for the many years that I knew him. —Dr. Louis Arnold
Recently a man on television said, “Evolution is not a theory; it is a fact.” What he said is not true, but some gullible people will believe it. Evolution has never been more than a theory, and it will remain no more than a theory. Thinking people do not believe in evolution, and many outstanding scientists now reject the theory out of hand. A theory is a belief that something is thought to be true, and it remains a theory until there is evidence that it is true. No evidence has been found to support the theory of evolution, so it remains a theory. For years scientists have searched the earth and the heavens for some thread of evidence that man evolved from some lower form of life, but they have come up empty. Despite this the consensus among died-in-the-wool evolutionists remains that man evolved from an ape, a chimpanzee or some other member of the primate family. Now let’s do some straight thinking. In every generation great men and women are born. Some of them grow up and become preachers, doctors, lawyers, political leaders, authors, scientists, architects, designers, builders, musicians and so on. No such outstanding individuals are ever born in the animal kingdom. Evolutionists consider some primates to be the closest relatives to man, but there is no proof that they are our cousins. Show me an ape or a chimpanzee that has designed and built a high-rise building. Show me some apes that have invented musical instruments, formed an orchestra, and performed for the entertainment of others of their species. Show me any kind of animal anywhere that have ever invented an alphabet and filled a library with books they have written. Show me a cemetery with marble tombstones where some tribe of animals have buried their dead. Show me any of these, and I will believe in evolution. Meanwhile, I will continue to believe, IN the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth . . . (Gen. 1:1).
“Daddy, I Prayed All Night For You”
I was a drunkard, censured and blamed For revelry and drink that would last the night through, When my little girl, whom oft I had shamed, Said, “Daddy, I prayed all night for you.”
I walked and walked both night and day; In my miserable soul no peace could renew. Wherever I went I could hear her say, “Daddy, I prayed all night for you.”
Invited to church by a friend, I went For a change of scene, a different place; I found strange joy in the songs that lent New hope to my heart of saving grace.
What peace was mine, what joy in my soul, When at last I turned from the path I had trod! From my heart I felt the burdens roll; I had found my Saviour, I had found my God. —Bertha Boles
What responsibilities and opportunities are in the hands of a Sunday school teacher! Albert Midlane, an ironmonger, who wrote hundreds of Christian hymns, a large number of which have passed into common use, gave to his faithful teacher in the Sunday school at Newport, Isle of Wight, where he was born, the credit for starting him upon his poetic career as a little boy, as well as for shaping the thoughts and purposes of his early life. This teacher was a constant reader of poetry, and so lovingly guided his appreciation and his efforts in this field that before he was nine years old he wrote a series of verses that were greatly admired in his circle of older acquaintances. Another influence had its bearing upon his life. His father died three months before he was born, and years later his mother said to him: “Albert, they told me when your dear father died that my child would be the Lord’s gift to cheer and help me in my widowhood.” This awakened in his heart a new sense of love for that divine “Friend For Little Children,” whose everlasting and unchanging friendship is so tenderly acknowledged in this hymn. Of all of his hymns this has proved to be the most popular. It was first scribbled in a little notebook which the author carried about with him. He said afterwards that it came straight from his heart. And it has reached the hearts of thousands of little children. When in his old age he was reduced to poverty, a popular subscription was taken among the children of England and a goodly sum was given to him as a token of their affection. —One Hundred & One Hymn Stories In His Daddy’s Steps
I watched him playing around my door, My neighbor’s little boy of four, I wondered why a chid would choose To wear his dad’s old worn-out shoes.
I saw him try with all his might To make the laces snug and tight. I smiled to see him walk and then He’d only step right out again.
I heard him say, his voice so glad: “I want to be just like my dad.” I hope his dad his steps would choose Safe for his son to wear his shoes.
And then a shout and a cry for joy, A “Hello dad!” and a “Hi-ya boy!” They walked along in measured stride, Each face aglow with love and pride.
“What have you done today my lad?” “I tried to wear your old shoes, Dad They’re big, but when I’m a man I’ll wear your shoes, I know I can.”
They stopped and stood there hand in hand He saw his son’s tracks in the sand. His words-a-prayer-come back to me, “Lord, let my steps lead him to Thee!” —Selected
A Father’s Prayer
Dear God, my little boy of three Has said his nightly prayer to Thee; Before his eyes were closed to sleep, He asked that Thou his soul wouldst keep. And I, still kneeling at his bed, My hand upon his tousled head, Do ask with deep humility, That Thou, dear Lord, remember me.
Make me, kind Lord, a worthy dad, That I may lead this little lad In pathways ever fair and bright, That I may keep his steps aright. O God, his trust must never be Destroyed or even marred by me. So, for the simple things he prayed With childish voice so unafraid, I, trembling, ask the same from Thee. Dear Lord, kind Lord, remember me. —Voice In The Wilderness
To All Parents I’ll lend you for a time A child of mine, he said, For you to love the while he lives, And mourn for when he’s dead. It may be six or sevens years Or twenty-two or three, But will you, till I call back Take care of him for me?
He’ll bring his charms to gladden you, And should his stay be brief, You’ll have the lovely memories I cannot promise he will stay Since all from earth return, But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I’ve looked the wide world over For teachers kind and true, As solace for your grief. And from the throng that crowds life’s Lanes I have selected you. Now will you give him all your love, Nor think the labor vain, Nor hate me when I come To call him back again?
I fancy that I heard them say, “Dear Lord, Thy will be done!” For all the joy the child will bring, The risk of grief we’ll run. We’ll shelter him with tenderness, We’ll love while we may, And for the happiness we’ve known, Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him Much sooner than we’ve planned, We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes And try to understand. —Edgar Guest I’ve Lost Interest
“Lost interest,” O Lord can it be? Lost interest in souls who are calling for Thee? Those men whom You love and suffered to save? Lost interest? When millions by sin are enslaved. Lost interest? See, there is a man of the streets, His clothes are all tattered, and see how he weeps; And hear his sad cry, “No man cares for my soul.” How can you lost interest with men as your goal? Lost interest? Go visit the haunts of despair, There, poor little children and mothers need care. There must be kindness, a song full of cheer. Lost interest? Oh, where would I be? Yes—lost, had someone lost interest in me. Open my eyes, Lord, and help me to see Lost interest in souls, means lost interest in Thee. —Mrs. M. Keene
You have heard of the boy who was ordered by someone to stop reading the Bible; but he would not. The man finally burned his Bible, and while it was burning saw the boy smile. “What are you smiling for?” said he. “Oh,” said the boy, “I’m thinking you can’t burn this in here,” pointing to his heart. —Selected
For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God (Rom. 8:14). The LORD is my shepherd . . . he leadeth me beside the still waters . . . he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake (Psa. 23:1-3).
Often is difficult to make decisions, and it is not always easy to know the will of God. In such times it is well to remember that God leads His children. We just need to be patient and wait upon the Lord. There are some things to remember about how God leads, or doesn’t lead. The Spirit of God never leads us to do anything contrary to the Word of God, and God never leads us to do anything that is wrong. God leads us in paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. God wants us to follow paths that will honor Him. Doing so will bring peace of mind and blessings from God. —Selected “Day Starters”
A man called his sons around his dying bed and gave them the following narrative: “When I was a youth, the Spirit strove with me and seemed to say, ‘Seek salvation now,’ but Satan suggested the necessity of waiting until I grew up, as it would be incompatible with youthful amusement. So I resolved I would wait until I grew to be a man. I did so, and was then reminded of my promises to seek salvation. But Satan again advised me to wait until middle age, for business and growing family demanded all my attention. And so I agreed to do so. “My serious impressions left me for several years. But finally they were again renewed, and conscience reminded me of my promises. The Holy Spirit said, ‘Seek salvation now.’ Then I had less time than ever, but Satan advised me to wait until I was old; then my children would be settled in business, and I would have nothing else to do—I could give my undivided attention to it. I listened to his suggestion, and the Spirit ceased to strive with me. “I had lived to be an old man, but now I have no desire, as formerly, to attend to the welfare of my soul—my heart is hardened. I have resisted and quenched the Spirit, and there is no hope. Already I feel hell within my breast—the beginning of my eternal misery. I feel the gnawing of that worm that never dies. Take warning from my miserable end; seek salvation now—let nothing tempt you to put off this important concern.” He took each of his sons by the hand, in turn, and pleaded with them to accept the Saviour. They did so, with tears streaming down their cheeks. Then, in the greatest agonies he expired. It is dreadful to trifle with the Holy Spirit of God and to put off the day of salvation.
How old are you?” someone asked a middle-aged lady. I’m in the neighborhood of 30,” she replied, “but you have to consider that its a good sized neighborhood.”
“Drinking pure water never made a man sick, nor in debt, nor his wife a widow.” —Selected Waves of Grace A little boy looked up in his father’s face one Sunday and asked, “Papa, if you should go to Heaven tonight, what do you think would be the first thing God would say to you?” As the father hesitated, the little fellow continued, “Don’t you think He would say, ‘Go right back and get the children?’” —Selected “The Evangel” One generation shall praise thy works to another and declare thy mighty acts (Psa. 145:4). . . . of Christ who came from Heaven above, . . . of His cross and redeeming love, . . . of His sacrificial life He gave, . . . of His glorious triumph o’er the grave, . . . of His promise of mansions in the sky, . . . of His blessed Second Coming again, by and by. —Jerry Howarth
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