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ESTABLISHED 1821. The Christian Index Kublunel Every Tbur*ci»y JBy BELL At VAN NEWS Addre** Christian Index, Atlanta. Ga 9rgao of the Baptht Denomination in tieorgia BUBscßiwioN Price; One copy, one year M.oo One copy, elx month* I.OH ABOUT OUR ADVERTISERS.—Wo propose hereafter to very carefully investigate our advertisers. We shall exercise every care to •How only reliable parties to use our col Mini. Obituaries.—One hundred words free of •barge. For each extra word, one cent per word, cash with copy. To Correspondents— Do not use abbrevi ations; be extra careful in writing proper names; write with ink. on one side of paper. Do not write copy Intended for the editor •nd business Hems on same sheet. Leave Off personalities, condense. Business.—Write all names, and post Offices distinctly. In ordering a change give the old as well as the new address. The date of label Indicates the time your subscription •xplres. If you do not wish it continued, or der It stopped a week before. We consider each subscriber permanent until he orders tils paper discontinued. When you order It •topped pay up to date. Remittances by registered letter, money Order, postal note The Friend'Of Sinners. Some of the most remarkable truths ever uttered concerning Jesus were spoken by his ene mies. When he was on the cross they wagged their heads, and said, “He saved others; himself he cannot save.” Well, that was true. He could not save himself, because at that very moment he was giving him self for others. When, after Matthew’s conversion, he went home to dine with him and his friends, the enemies poked their heads in the door and said, “This man receiveth sinners.” That was true, and Jesus did not deny it. He said: “What man of you having one hundred sheep, and • one of them go astray, will not leave the ninety and nine and go in search of the lost one? Now that is what I am doing. I am seeking iny lost sheep.” To this they could answer nothing. It is quite remarkable that they should .have put this distinction upon our Lord. They might have said other things that would have set forth the great difference be tween him and other men, but not so full of blessedness to poor sinners such as we. They could have said, “This man is unself ish.” He was really the only unselfish person that walked this earth. I wonder sometimes if any one ever does a really unself ish act. The mother comes nearer to it than any one I know. She forgets herself in the welfare of her child. Once I was called to the bedside of a young man who had been badly burned by the explosion of a lamp, and was dying of lockjaw. His mother was sitting by the bed, her hands wrapped in wet cloths. I inquired what was the matter, and she said, “Oh, noth ing,”and when I insisted,’ she said she had burned her hands trying to put out the fire on her boy, but she regarded it all as “noth ing,” for she was thinking of him. Or they might have said of him, “This man is per fect,” and thus expressed a very marked distinction between him and others. They have claimed perfection, but they have not at tained it. Jesus was perfect, and his enemies might well have marked him out as such, but they did not. Or they could have said, “This man is divine,” and thus singled him out as the most remarkable of earth. “Why, we saw him the other day standing in the street, and a blind man was brought to him, and he said, ‘Receive thy sight,’ and immedi ately his sight was restored. And he was going across the sea of Galilee and a storm struck them, and he just stood right up in the boat and, spoke as if he was talking to people, and the w’inds went back like lions to their dens and the waves laid down like purring kittens at his feet. Nor is that all. We fol lowed him out to Bethany when Lazarus died and was buried, and he just stood at the mouth of the sepulcher and called him out just as you would call a live man from his dwelling house.” He is divine, they might have said, but they did not. Oh, bless ed truth, “This man receiveth sinners,” and his enemies were among the first to perceive and announce it. God be praised! He is the friend of sinners—your friend, my friend—blessed be his name! Notice, too, what they thought of him, and how he seemed to them. This man. He was a man. He looked like a man, acted as a man, was a man in all the true sense of the word. Thank God for that! I have heard it said, “Oh, I think Jesus was a good man, but I do not be lieve he was divine.” If he was not divine, he was not a good man; he was a very bad man, and THE CHRISTIAN INDEX. I SUBSCRIPTION, PhYb*S.-» *2.00. I TO MINISTERS, 1.00.1 - the Jews were right in crucifying him. But 1 have no trouble on that score. I have never doubted his divinity since he saved me. He proved that to my entire sat isfaction when lie led me out of darkness into light; when he brought me up out of the horrible pit and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings, and set my heart to singing his praises forever. Oh, no! I can not doubt his divinity, but 1 do sometimes forget that he is a man subject to my- weaknesses and fully in sympathy with me in all my sins and sorrows. You must suffer before you can sym pathize. He suffered, and his great, warm heart beats in lov ing sympathy with every sorrow ing child of earth. That is why he says, “Come unto me all ye that labor, and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” I can go to him with all my cares and burdens, and he takes them away and sends me on home rejoicing. Let us never forget that this man Jesus Christ is our ever-present, sympathizing friend, and is ready to help us in every time of need. “What a friend we have In Jesus, AU our sins and griefs to bear; ■What a privilege to carry Everything to God In prayer. Oh. what peace we often forfeit; Oh. what needless pain we bear, All because We do not carry Everything to him In prayer." The mission of Jesus unto this world was to save sinners. That glorious fact is also set forth in this remark of his enemies: “This man receiveth sinners.” It was the very object of his com ing. We hear a great deal about “receptions” these days, but here is one of which earth and heaven and men and angels may be glad. People get up their little recep tions, and who arcffinvited? The rich and well-to-do, the select few. Here they come, in their finery and furbelows, liveried coachmen, splendid horses, great style. They are met by porters and flunkeys, and usher into the glittering mansion, hats and wraps disposed of, and a few words of flattery and other sea sonable lies exchanged, and the reception is well under way. A band of music plays the finest airs as they sit behind the ever greens, the potted evergreens —there are other evergreens draped up and walking around. The punch-bowl gets in its work and high carnival is held. I knew such a reception where host and hostess were put to bed before the guests left, be cause it was the safest place for them. Women went off with each other’s coats on, and men with seven and one-quarter heads went off with six and three eighths hats on and wondered what was the matter. A man was actually found in the bath tub fast asleep, and thought he had gone to bed. That is a re ception of the kind the world gets up. But here is a recept ion plan ned on high and held by the King of kings for the good of all the world. The great friend of sin ners has thrown wide open the doors, and says: “Whosoever will let him come.” I can imagine the messengers going out with the invitation, and can sec the guests as they arrive. The servant goes in and says: “Master, there is one at the door whom I do not think you will receive. He has once been a member of your fold, but has wandered away. I told him I did not think you would have him, but he insists upon my telling you that he is here.” “Did he give his name?” “Yes, sir; his name is Simon Peter.” The great Master of the feast goes out and says: “Simon, do you love me?” Tears are on the weather beaten cheeks, but the eyes beam with earnestness as he looks his Savior in the face and says, “Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee.” “Come in, Simon; I am receiving to-day, and you are welcome.” Then comes the publican smiting upon his breast. He knows where the seat of disease is in his poor wretched heart. And Mary Magdalene and hosts of other sinners come flocking to their friend. He forgives their sins. He puts them in better company. The best people in this world are the Christians. They have their weaknesses and follies, to be sure, but they are the salt of the earth, the light of the world. He then gives us employment; the greatest work in the world is to live as Jesus did, for others. “Ye are my friends,” he said, “if ye do what soever I command you.” Are we his friends? He has proved his friendship for us. He died for us. He only asks that we live for him. In Europe there is a beautiful and impressive paint ing of the crucifixion. There he is; our friend. The awful cross, the cruel nails, the thorns, the bitter agony. Underneath the picture these words are written, “This I did for thee —what hast thou done for me?”—Mother, Home and Jesus —Wharton. For the Index. Reminiscences of Georgia Baptists. BY S. G. HILLYER No. 13. | REV. CHARLES D MALLARY, D.D- The account given of brother Mallary in the “History of Geor gia Baptists,” contains a full re port of a sermon preached by Rev. J. 11. Kendrick, D.D., in a memorial of him, soon after his death. I do not know that I ever read a better memorial ser mon anywhere than is there given us of Dr. Mallary. It presents to us the man in all the phases of his life and character. It is done methodically, perspicuously, and forcibly and exhaustively. As one who reads it conies to the end, he feels satisfied that there was no need to add anything more. 1 read the sermon with peculiar feelings. Brother Kendrick was talking about a man whom I had known and loved, and with whom I had been intimately associated in re ligious and denominational work for nearly thirty years. Hence as 1 read his sermon, my memory and my judgment confirmed the truthfulness of his testimony. I do not know that there is in the sermon a single sentence that I would care to modify. In that sermon Charles D. Mallary stands before us as an illustrious exam ple of the moral grandeur to which a fervent faith in Jesus Christ can lift a human being. Such a man as Mallary was can not be developed on this earth save by the power and grace of the indwelling Christ. We see in him a practical exemplification of Paul’s words: “I am crucified with Christ. Nevertheless I live; yet, not I, but Christ liveth in me, and the life which I now live, in the flesh. I live in the faith of the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.”. Such a man was our beloved Mallary. In the fate of that record, noth ing is left for ine to do but to add a few personal recollections that may serve to illustrate and verify the character so ably presented to us by Dr. Kendrick. HIS AGENCY FOR MERCER When the Baptist Convention of Georgia resolved to elevate Mercer Institute to the rank qf_a university, the first needed was an endowment. Bro! Mallary was selected as the man to raise it. He was then pastor of the Baptist church at Milledge ville. So thoroughly was he in terested in this enterprise that he gave up his church and accepted the agency; still, however, mak ing Milledgeville his headquar ters. At that time the Georgia railroad was building. It had hardly reached Greensboro. The Central railroad had not reached much farther than Millen. Hence an agent in those days had to rely upon private conveyance to canvass the State. This made the work very laborious. And to increase the difficulty the strength of the denomination was, for the most part, in the country churches. But brother Mallary, though in feeble health, was equal to the situation. With his horse and buggy he went forth on his lonely drives over all the territory of the Convention that he might find those Baptists who were willing to help endow the university. He sometimes found them in groups, by so arranging his movements as to be on hand as often as possible at the con ferences of the churches, and at as many associations as he could attend; but he took care to appeal to individuals also when he had opportunity to do it. While engaged in this work, he did not forget his ministry. Re preached wherever he found an open door. And no doubt his power in the pulpit and the influ ence which it gave him over the affections of his brethren contrib uted greatly to the success of his agency. By the time Bro. Mal lary had finished his work he was widely known and greatly be loved throughout the State. Such was his success that he was able in about two years to report to the Convention an en dowment of $65,000. All of this, except what little cash may have been given, was in notes bearing interest at 8 per cent, per annum. HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE PRES IDENT OF THE UNIVERSITY. The first Board of Trustees met in Penfield in 1838 to organize the faculty of the university. As a member of the Board, I was pres ent on that occasion. It was per fectly manifest, in a few minutes after the Board came together, that Dr. Mallary was the choice of the brethren for the presidency of the college. I do not think that there was a dissenting voice. My impression is that he was elected by acclamation; but, at any rate, the demonstration in ATLANTA, GA., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 5. 1896. his favor was so. on I spoken that brother Mallary felt it his duty to reply 1o it. In a very feeling speech he decisively declined the proposed honor. He based his decision upon the ground that his convictions of duty would not permit him to accept a position that would greatly hinder his ministerial usefulness. The breth ren were convinced that it was needless to press the matter any further. The incident clearly shows how completely this good man had devoted himself to the work of preaching the Gospel. AS A PREACHER. I heard brother Mallary preach many times. The first time 1 ever heard him was in 1838. I had been ordained only a short time, and my theology was in its formative state. He took for his text the words of the angel to the women at the sepulcher: “Ye seek Jesus who was crucified; he is not here; he is. risen as he said; come see the place where the Lord lay.” His theme was the resurrection of Christ. And his aim was to show that this wonderful fact is the basal rock upon which Christianity, with all our hopes of salvation, must stand. I can’t give all his points; but he made the resurrection of Christ to be the proof of almost everything else that is taught in the New. Testament. And he sustained each point by appro priate Scriptures. Every point seemed to clothe the resurrection of Jesus, on that Sunday morn ing, with increased luster that shined onward and upward to the climax of the future glory of the Kingdom of God. When he had unfolded the doctrine of the sub ject, at any point, he would recur to the words of the angel: “Ye seek Jesus; he is not here; he is risen as he said; come see the place where the Lord lay.” This was the beautiful refrain that ever and anon came upon the ear like a grand chorus designed to mingle its signiirtance with the sublime music of the sermon. It was then I was made to under stand the’ resurrection of Christ as I had never understood it be fore. And I have never forgot ten that sermon. HIS SOCIAL QUALITIES. It is simply marvelous that a man so meek, and so humble * almost moved. And was true of Dr. Mallary. At the risk of a little egotism, I gladly piit on record here that he was to me a most interesting and instructive and helpful companion. When he gave up the pastorate at Mil ledgeville I was, after a few months, his successor. But, as before stated, he continued for a time to make Milledgeville his headquarters. Hence we were brought into close relations. I cannot tell how much I was in debted to his instructive conver sation, his wise counsels, and to his kind support with his social influence among the brethren, for my success as a pastor over that people. I thank God to-day for my association with that great and good man. HIS COMPA SSION FOR THE POOR A single case will tell the story. A poor widow, with four chil dren, was seated at the fireside in her humble home. She and her children were very sad. Few words were spoken. They had, that very evening, eaten their last morsel of food. They knew not what the morrow would bring. An hour of sadness passed by. They could expect nothing but downright beggary or starvation. But hark! There is a call at the front gate. One of the older boys goes out to answer the call. Presently he returns and informs his mother that Mr. Mallary’s wagon is at the gate loaded with something for her. All in that house knew Mr. Mallary. They had known him in better days. But the death of the husband and father, with other adverse conditions, had re duced the family to deep poverty. Mr. Mallary was then living thir ty miles away. Little did the poor woman dream that he was thinking of her. But he had known something of her trials, and the morning of that very day he was impressed with the fear that she might be in want. And, at any rate, he knew that the supplies would be needed soon, if not just then; so he sent them. They came just in time to make glad the weeping household. In this incident we see not only the beneficent charity of a noble heart; but also the guiding prov idence of the widow’s God and the orphan’s Father. Such acts as this, added to his liberal gifts to every good and noble enterprise, signalize the un selfish benevolence of Dr. C. D. Mallary. 563 S. Pryor St., Atlanta, Ga. The Ministry and Consecration PAPER READ BY REV. T. C. CARL TON BEFORE THE ST. LOUIS BAPTIST MINISTERS’ CONFER ENCE, OCT. 5, 1896. There are few, if any, persons more self-sacrificing than minis ters. They give more to the world and receive less from it, perhaps, than any other class and that, too, voluntarily and with out complaining. But more is expected and required of the ministry; and I fear that he who holdeth the seven stars in his right hand and walketh in the midst of the seven golden candle sticks, would have to say of us, as he did to the church at Ephe sus, “I have somewhat against thee.” Our deficiency, I think, is not so much a lack of orthodoxy as a lack of doing witli our might what we have been called and set apart to do. We pride our selves on the soundness of our creed and hurl at our erring brethren with peculiar force the strong words of Paul, but who of us can say with him, “This one thing I do,” with a healthy em phasis on the last word? The lives of a few men stand out conspicuously, not only show ing the possibilities of consecra tion, but they challenge us to a similar work. Perhaps some of our own acquaintances have so given themselves up to the work that they have seemed almost in spired. Spurgeon’s greatness was not his intellectuality, not his superior learning, not his mastery over men; but genuine, profound consecration. He was wholly given up to the Lord. A lecture bureau in the United States offered him $50,000 to de liver fifty lectures in this coun try. He said: “No, I’ll stay here and try to save fifty souls.” Neither money, fame nor pleas ure could tempt him away from his work. He said at another time, “With twelve men fully consecrated I could take London for Christ.” Alas, the twelve were lacking, but without wait ing he went to work himself to be the twelve. He worked like a man that believed in heaven and hell, and in the power of the Gos pel to gain the one and shun the other. He corrected an evil from which he suffered when under conviction. For months he went t seeking was ifot suf ficieniGospel in the preaching to reveal him even to a seeker. He determined it should never be so in his own preaching. It is related that a member of his church met a man in trouble, in vited him to the tabernacle and the first time he ever heard a sermon he was saved. Oh, breth ren, soul-saving is the work of the ministry. A Western pastor wrote to Dr. 11. C. Fish these words, which I commend to us all: “We are obediently wait ing, anxiously looking, fervently praying, confidently hoping and every day living for a revival of the work of God in our church.” I saw this notice in a recent secular paper: “Donation on Wheels. Seventy-five members of the church of participated yesterday in a church sociable on wheels, the first of the kind to be held in .... The pastor of the church, Rev. Dr conducted the affair, and after a run of twenty miles, provided dinner for the party from a wagon which had been sent on ahead. Everything per taining to religion was tabooed. “I don’t want any sermonizing or psalm-singing to-day,” said Dr. bracing run. Talk about the scenery. Never mind theology. “Then he distributed chewing gum among the wheelmen.” Brethren, this is a glaring evil that calls for serious considera tion and vigorous treatment. Re ligion tabooed by Christians, and the pastor leading it in. Are pleas ure and religion uncongenial? Then this pleasure is not inno cent. Think of Christ leading the disciples in an outing and saying, Leave your religion at home; the body only with its sensual appetites is to be grati fied to-day. It is inconceivable, and the very thought shocks us; then the fact of his followers do ing so is ground for deep concern. Christ is our exemplar, not the erring brother referred to. He enjoyed with his friends the mar riage festivities, but he used the occasion to impress upon his com panions that he was more than a social magnate, that he was di vine, and that wedding festivi ties and thoughts of God are not inconsistent. Then while he en joys the hospitality of Simon, he does not think it out of place to show pointedly to his host that the woman that was a sinner, now pardoned by the grace of God and filled with the love of God, is vastly his superior. And the full-hearted and full-handed worshiper was not tabooed, because she was religious and showed it in a strik ing way. If we are not to be re ligious except on Sunday and at Hie church, we are not religious at all in any true sense. Saving religion doesn’t wear holiday clothes. And a good soldier of Jesus Christ never locks his arms in the armory and leads his de fenseless comrades into the ranks of the enemy—an enemy that never stacks his weapons—much less locks them in an armory. He is not a proper exponent of our religion who ostracises religious thoughts and feelings and ex pressions from his pleasures. Is he not an enemy that so blurs the vision and dulls the hearing with the sensual that the imprisoned, beclouded soul does not find “tongues in trees, books in run ning brooks, sermons in stones and God in everything.” Who can say, “I want no psalm-sing ing to-day,” because of his merri ment and claim to be moved by the spirit that made James to say, “Is any merry among you, let him sing psalms”? It was a man af ter God’s own heart that said, “I will bless the Lord at all times; his praise shall continually be iu my mouth.” Not long since, not far away, I was in a meeting of ministers representing the various denom inations of a large city, when the principal thing that called us to gether was a sermon by one of the pastors of the city. The brother didn’t appear and no reason was given for his absence. When the alternate came for ward to fill the place he said, apologetically and with some thing of an air of remonstrance: “I don’t see why I should be called upon to inflict a sermon upon you, my brethren, on Mon day morning. I shall not preach.” These words seemed to meet the approval of a number of the brethren and one enthusiastic fellow manifested his approval by an audible “Good.” If silence is audible to one who listens well, there is deep significance here to one who reasons well. Can it mean that the Gospel is losing its power or its charm? Surely not; the fault is in us; some of us are out of sympathy with that song of Cathrine Hankey: “I love to tell the story, Os unseen things above Os Jesus and his glory, Os Jesus and bls love. ’ 1 lo* to t.»li the I, Because 1 know ’tls true It satisfies iny longings As nothing else cando. I love to • e 1 the story, ’Tls pleasant to repeat What seems, each time I tell it More wonderfully sweet. 1 love to tell the story For some have never heard The message of salvation Krom Goa’s own Holy Word. I love to tell the story. For those who know it best Stem hungering and thirsting To hear It like the rest. And when In scenes of glory 1 sing the new, new song, ’Twill be he old, old story, That I have loved so long.” Think of an assembly of scien tists, gathered together as such and the body making it embar rassing to one appointed to direct their thinking and be helpful to them as scientists, because for sooth he chose to discuss the Roentgen ray or anti toxin se rum. Suppose a group of officers should assemble the day after a general battle in which they all took part, when the enemy was still in easy reach, and instead of discussing the engagement or the cause they had espoused, they should carelessly push it aside and choose for their discus sion some other theme. You would say it was a sham battle. Brethren, have we lost relish for the Gospel? Do we tire of it? Is it presumption to preach it to preachers? If it is not good for us, and not good to us, then in deed it is an infliction to preach it, not only to preachers but to any one else. In that case our services are perfunctory and we are mercenary, giving so much for so much, or rather so little for so little. We must not prefer entertaining papers about the Gospel to the Gospel itself. Whitfield, lecturing to some young ministers, said: “Young brethren, strive not to be polite preachers, nor to get a good par ish, but to be great saints.” Ah, what little saints we are! How little we know of the Gospel! How little we have felt of its power to save, to comfort and to inspire! How little do we real ize its power to save a lost world and our obligation to preach it to the perishing everywhere. There is every reason for our being consecrated. The cause is worthy. Co-operation with God in saving to eternal life and bliss immortal souls condemned to eternal death and misery. Never was time, and talent, and prop erty, and life spent in nobler en deavor. The burning words of Poindexter are fitting here as the language of a consecrated soul. “Oh, it is a commission which angels might desire to share. To proclaim peace on VOL. 76-NO. 45 earth, good will to men and glory to God in the highest, through the redemption of lost men. To be sent forth on this errand of love might fire the heart of a seraph with greater ardor. Even the archangel before the throne is conscious of a higher joy and greater honor when commission ed to fly through mid-heaven, having the everlasting Gospel to preach unto them that dwell on the earth. And may a poor mor tal join in this blessed work? Then let me proclaim salvation! Yes, let me tell it to a world, that Jesus died to save them! Oh, that my voice could pierce the ear of my most distant country man! Oh, that I had a tongue for the poor wandering savage of our Western wilds! Oh, that I had a voice for Burmah, and for China, and for the islands of the sea!” “Salvatk n.oh salvation. The Joyful sound proclaim Till earth's remotest nation Has learned Messiah’s Lame.” Dr. Richard Fuller said in a missionary speech: “I almost think sometimes I would not exchange places with an angel in heaven; or if I did, it would not be with Gabriel, but rather with that angel whom John saw flying in the midst of heaven, carrying the everlasting Gospel to every na tion, and kindred and tongue and people, saying with a loud voice, Fear God and give glory to him. Fly faster, oh angel, on thy mis sion; sweet angel, fly faster, and if thou canst not quicken thy flight, go turn over thy commis sion to Poindexter’s mighty spirit and he shall bear the message with more rapid wing and more glow ing love than thou canst. He knows a love thou canst never know, he is now singing a song thou canst never learn, the song of a redeemed soul bought by the precious blood of Christ.” Besides the heavenly privilege that God has so kindly given, leading us to be consecrated, there is duty high and holy that urges us on. God’s command. Our Father speaking to his child. Our Redeemer calling upon his ransomed, saying As my Father sent me into the world so send I you. The order is imperative. Then the Macedonian cry of our brothers in the flesh, as we con sider their bondage, should stir our liberated souls more than the clanking chains of British op pression stirred the resolute spirits of our Pilgrim Fathers on Boston Common. Patriotism is noble and charity is sweet and beautiful; but in this duty there is a voice more persuasive than the call of hu manity, stronger than the call of country. So that necessity is laid upon us and we must say with Paul, “Woe is me if I preach not the Gospel.” For the Index. “Pray, Father.” BY C- H. WETHERBE. The following touching story il lustrates anew the influence of children over parents: “A little Indian girl, seven years of age, was wasting away with consump tion. She had been failing rap idly for several days. One after noon, when she seemed brighter, she begged that her father might be called. He came. Then, looking up to him with her bright but sunken eyes, she said: ‘I want to go to the brook once more. May I go?’ Without saying a word he folded her in his arms and carried her down to the brook. He sat down in the shade, where the little girl could see the water and the bright play of the light and shade between the alders. She watched them a moment and then, turning away her wasted face, she said ear nestly, ‘Pray, father.’ ‘Oh, I can’t, my darling,’ was his in stant reply. ‘But do pray, fa ther, do pray,’ she pleaded. ‘No, no. How can I? No, no.’ ‘Fa ther,’ said she, laying her little thin hand on his arm; ‘father, I’m going to heaven soon and want to tell Jesus, when I see him, that my father prays.’ The strong man’s head was bowed, and there went up from that brook-side such a prayer of peni tence and confession and suppli cation for forgiveness as must have thrilled with joy the courts of heaven. He unclosed his eyes —the little one was dead. Her freed spirit had fled on the wings of joy and faith to tell the Sa vior, ‘My father prays.’ ” Chris tian children and youth have a great mission on earth. They are God’s precious messengers of sal vation, often succeeding where adult Christians fail. Every young Christian should, by their example and devoted spirit, lead the unconverted to pray. Does your father pray? Has he ever heard you pray?