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power, but they that are led by the Spirit,
are the sons of God.
Do you desire to become a follower of
Christ, yet know not how to begin? Are
you in darkness, and know not how to find
the light? Follow the light you have.
Set your heart to obey what you do know
of the Word of God, His power, His
very life, dwells in His Word. As you
receive the Word in faith, it will give you
power to obey. As you give heed to the
light you have, greater light will come.
You are building on God’s Word, and
your character will be builded after the
similitude of the character of Christ,
Christ, the true foundation, is a living
stone; His life is imparted to all that are
built upon Him. “Ye also, as living
stones, are built up a spiritual house.”
I Peter 2:5, R.V. “Each several build-
ing, fitly framed together, groweth into a
holy temple in the Lord” Eph. 2:21,
R.V. The stones hecome one with the
foundation ; for a common life dwells in
all. That building no tempest can over-
throw; for—
“That which shares the life of God,
With Him surviveth all.”
But every building erected on other
foundation than God’s Word will fail.
He who, like the Jews in Christ’s day,
builds on tbe foundation of buman ideas
and opinions, of forms and ceremonies of
man’s invention, or on any works that he
can do independently of the grace of
Christ, is erecting his structure of charac-
ter upon the shifting sand. The fierce
tempests of temptation will sweep away
the sandy foundation, and leave his house
a wreck on the shores of time.
‘“ Therefore thus saitb the Lord God,
. + . Judgment also will I lay to the line,
and righteousness to the plummet: and
the hail shall sweep away the refuge of
lies, and the waters shall overflow the
biding place.” Isa. 28:16, 17.
But today mercy pleads with the sinner,
“ As I live, saith the Lord God, I have no
pleasure in the death of the wicked; but
that the wicked turn from his way and
live: turn ye, turn ye from your evil
ways; for why will ye die?” Eze. 33:11.
The voice that speaks to the impenitent
today is the voice of Him who in heart
anguish exclaimed as He beheld the city
of His love: “QO Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
wbich killeth the prophets, and stoneth
them that are sent unto her! how often
would I have gathered thy children to-
gether, even as a hen gathereth her own
broad under her wings, and ye would not!
Behold, your house is left unto you deso-
late.” Luke 13:34, 35, RV.
In Jerusalem Jesus beheld a symbol of
the world that had rejected and despised
His grace. He was weeping, O stubborn
heart, for you! Even when Jesus’ tears
were shed upon the mount, Jerusalem
might yet bave repented, and escaped ber
doom. For a little space the Gift of
heaven still waited her acceptance. So, O
beart, to you Christ is still speaking in
accents of love: “Behold, I stand at the
door, and knock: if any man hear My
voice, and open the door, I will come in to
him, and will sup with him, and he with
Me.” Rev. 3:20. “ Now is the accepted
time; behold, now is the day of salva-
tion!” 2Cor. 6:2,
You who are resting your hope on self,
are building on the sand. But it is not
vet too late to escape the impending ruin.
Before the tempest breaks flee to the sure
foundation. ¢ Thus saith the Lord God,
Behold, I lay in Zion for a foundation a
stone, a tried stone, a precious corner
stone of sure foundation: he that believ-
eth shall not make haste.” Isa. 28:16,
R.V. ‘Look unto Me, and be ye saved,
all the ends of the earth: for I am God,
and there is none else” Isa. 45:22.
“Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be
not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will
strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee;
yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand
of My righteousness.” Isa. 41:10. “Ye
shall not be ashamed nor confounded
world without end.” Isa. 45:17.
ELLEN G. WHITE.
In © Mount of Blessing,”
pp. 211-218.
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An Experience in France and
Its Sequel
{Pastor A. W. Anderson spoke as follows in the
five minutes alio ted to him at the Sabbath after-
noon meeting in the Wahroonga church during the
time of the Council.
WE are living in the most interesting
time in this world’s bistory. It is not my
good fortune to spend all my time in
evangelistic work, for I am very largely
tied to my desk; but occasionally I do
have opportunity of preaching to aundi-
ences not of our faith. During the last
few months we have found a response in
people’s hearts that is something new.
People are now much more responsive to
the teacbing of the gospel than tbey were
for many years, or perhaps ever at all
during my ministry.
I sball relate briefly one of the most
interesting experiences that have come to
me in recent days. A lady was baptised
at the London Advent Mission a few
weeks ago, who had a remarkable story
to relate, which I will briefly summarise.
This lady who was a Roman Catholic,
had once been manageress of one of the
largest hotels in Paris, a hotel at which
visiting members of royal families reside.
Ex-King Alfonso of Spain has been resid-
ing there ever since his abdication.
At the time of the war, this hotel was
taken over by the British Government as
a residence for British officers on leave,
In January, 1918, my son Bert was sent
across the Channel to France in an aero-
plane, and on his arrival was instructed to
go to that hotel for a few days. During
that time he became acquainted with this
lady, and in course of conversation with
her the question of religion was intro-
duced. Bert gave her some studies on the
prophecies in Daniel and Revelation.
During the four days he was in Paris, he
evidently taught this lady a great deal
concerning the message.
The night before he was killed, a tele-
gram came from the front, calling him to
Bethune. He was out that evening, but
on his return the lady banded him the tele-
gram, and be left Paris by train at mid-
night, She said she always regretted
giving him that telegram that night, be-
cause word came back the next morning
that he was killed in an aeroplane acci-
dent,
However, the truths that he imparted
to this lady never left her. After the war
she married, and went to London. At
that time our central church in North
London was being opened. The lady at-
tended two meetings at the church, Later
she and her husband went back to France,
and in 1929 they returned to London.
She again visited our church at Holloway
Road, when an announcement was made
of a meeting in a theatre the following
Sunday night. She decided to attend that
meeting, and when she saw my son Roy
on the platform, she said to herself, “1
have seen that man in a dream.”
She continued to attend the Sunday
night meetings, until one night my son,
while preaching on Armageddon, incident-
ally mentioned the death of his brother
Bert. She at once associated the names
of the two men, Anderson, and thought,
* This preacher must be the brother of the
Anderson who was killed.”
A few days later she wrote to my son,
and said she would like to see him. She
then told him a wonderful story of how
this message had been following her ever
since 1918. The impressions made by
those Bible studies away back in 1918 had
never left her. She is now baptised, and
is a member of our Central London church.
This of course is a wonderfully thrilling
story to me, because two of my own sons
were concerned. Naturally this lady was
amazed that she should go right into an
evangelical meeting in London, and have
the thread of the story taken up by the
brother of the man who first gave her the
message.
This story is an illustration of the scrip-
ture; “In the morning sow thy seed, and
in the evening withhold not thine hand:
for thou knowest not whether sball pros-
per, either this or that, or whether they
both shall be alike good.”
May God help us all to sow the gospel
seed !
J
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The Lord’s Keepsake
Blest gift of God, O rest day sweet!
When His creation was complete,
To man "twas given.
Reminder of Jehovah's rest,
For man "twas sanctified and blest,
To he of all the week the best,
A type of heaven,
Here man shall, in communion sweet,
Bow at the great Creator’s feet
With raptured praise,
When seeing all that Love has bought
For men estranged in deed and thought.
"Twas He for us the battle fought
In earth’s dark ways.
A higher note of praise we’ll sing
To our Redeemer and our King,
Whose blood was spilt,
That man to his lost state restored,
Cleansed from the sin his soul deplored,
Might ever serve his gracious Lord,
Free from all guilt.
Sweet gift that tells of earthly peace
When sorrow and when weeping cease,
We hold it dear,
And would from every spot and stain
Keep it, that holy it remain,
The rest of spirit, body, brain,
God's keepsake here.
W. R. CARSWELL.