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platform the ministers of the various
denominations of Christians were
gathered, and before me were men and
women of every religious conviction,
practically, in the city, and all through
the Southland, and yet there was one
spirit, there was one Lord over us
all.
Gipsy Smith was preaching on “The
Lost Christ,” and men and women
were weeping and sobbing; the
preachers about me had out their
handkerchiefs, and w T ere wiping their
eyes, and my own heart swelled until
it seemed as if it would burst.
After a while, when he began to
speak of “the lost Christ in the
church,” lost by reason of the fact
that we had accumulated so much sec
tarianism and division in the ranks of
the army of God, I somehow caught a
vision, and that vision was of the other
world, when all the imperfections of
this life are over; when there will be
no Baptist minister and Congrega
tional minister, and Methodist minis
ter and Presbyterian minister, and I
said to myself: “Why is it, if we love
Jesus Christ as we profess and feel
here in this building this morning; if
He, and He alone, is the Savior of men
and the Redeemer of the world; if,
after this life is over, we are all to go
without distinction to be around the
throne of God, joining in the great an
thems of praise to His matchless
name; if this is all so, why is it that
we cannot do it perpetually here?”
And then I saw another vision,
which I may never live to see realized,
but it is coming if the Lord tarries. I
saw the day when the spirit that has
possessed our brethren of the free
churches in England and brought them
together in that great, wonderful body
known as the “Free Church Council,”
with one central thought in their
minds, and that to evangelize this
world, I saw the time when, in our
own country, the churches that be
lieve in and preach the Word of God,
and stand for the salvation of Christ’s
The Lady Trom Alabama
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the inner spirit, she sat staring, idly,
at the bowl of flowers first, then at
the azure curtain before the great
painting, lastly to the moon, sickly
and wan, but, somehow, battling its
way through the gray cloud masses
that threatened oblivion to its silver
light.
She could not fathom her mood to
night. There was no obvious psycho
logic key to it, except that it was a
reaction, perhaps, from the high mood
she had indulged in on the previous
evening.
At her back, on the black- oval mar
ble table, long candles burned dimly.
Along the side walls, against tfre base
boards of the mellowed mahogany,
bronze vases, full of sweet peas and
white gardenias, reflected their fra
grant burdens in the long, narrow mir
rors between the panels.
A Beni Lam greyhound, silent as
the gray clouds that drifted across
the silver face of the wan moon, was
stretched on the white leopard rug
under the bay windows. As his
dreams made him restless, he moved
his silky, gray shoulder, and the bell
on his collar tinkled with soft, slum
berous cadence through the June
night.
She was dressed in old rose satin
embroidered in silver tonight. The
The Golden Age for June S 3, 1910.
A biding In the 'Blessing
(Continued from Page Three)
atonement, will come together, in spite
of the criticism that may come, and
band themselves together in one holy
council, and start on a great evange
lizing mission that will never stop un
til it reaches the remotest bounds 01
creation; and then, my brethren, will
it come to pass, as Jesus said, that the
gates of hell shall not prevail against
it.
.You know we have interpreted that
text as if it meant that the church was
the impregnable fortress, standing for
tified against the encroaching army of
hell. Never was it intended to be so
interpreted. Who ever heard of an
army taking up its gates and march
ing off to fight with them!
The church is not a fortress. The
church is an army, aggressive, march
ing, conquering. The devil has forti
fied his headquarters. He has mighty
gates of strength, and strong they are,
but the prophecy of Jesus is that when
the church, banded together, march
ing under His banner, comes to the
gates of hell, they will not be strong
enough to prevent victory.
I believe that before America’s great
revival, that we have been praying for,
comes, we have got to have something
like a laying down of denominational
ism and distinctions, and re-form our
machinery under the simple banner of
Jesus Christ, and I stand ready, as a
Baptist minister, to join in the move
ment.
Oh, the one message somehow that
God gave me in the Conference was a
message of the glory of Christ! Never
was Christ so glorious; never was
Christ so essential; never was
Christ so precious; never was Christ
so needed as He is at this moment!
All the machinery of the church with
which I am connected shall bend and
bow to the cross of Christ. Every
thing that is needed today to conquer
the hosts of Satan, we have got, if
only we will stop our caviling one at
another, and get together with the one
slogan, “Christ for the lost.”
dress of Orient meanings, gray and
green and mystical, had been laid
aside. And the diamonds, burning
white and opal around her pink and
white throat, were without occult
meanings.
A candle flared out suddenly, leav
ing a little trail of gray smoke where
the bright flame had been. The wo
man rose to relight it.
The Creole blood in her rich veins
flushed her cheeks with sudden
warmth, as the pure, clear waters of
a river may be sharply incarnadined
by crimson petals streaming from the
rose of sunset.
“That was odd,” she mused. “I
wonder if the conservatory door is
open?”
Warm and glowing as the red nas
turtiums in her belt, she bent over
the candle, her dark eyes purple as
the brow of midnight. They were full
of amused sparks just now. At other
times, since the coming of this me
morial June, they were filled with that
strange, sweet light that was never
seen in star, or Orient sea, or along
the Shunem gardens of way-worn
earth, save when Mary intoned the
Magnificat—“My soul doth magnify
the Lord.”
She lighted the candle, slowly, laid
down the bronze light-holder, straight-
BABY SAVED HER
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ened a rug as she crossed the room,
picked up a handful of crumpled rose
leaves from the rich, full-toned Brus
sels, and came to a pause by the
moonlit bay windows. A pet white
owl circled the darkened electroliers,
perched a moment on the black mar
ble mantel and then flew back to the
conservatories, where the electric
lights were switched on, throwing
their occult light over long rows of
potted plants and lines of tropical
shrubberies.
A young girl left the terrace and en
tered the open conservatory door,
from whence the gust of wind had
come that had extinguished the can
dle, walking, slowly and thoughtfully,
down one of the aisles of the glass
roofed garden. She was dressed in
pure white, a string of seed pearls
about her white throat, that had once
belonged to her mother. She had en-
