5394<\/b> Little Word \u201cSola\u201d<\/b><\/p>\n
Joachin II was the elector of Brandenburg, who told his ambassadors, who were going to attend the religious disputation at Worms, \u201cBring back with you the little word \u201csola\u201d or else dare not to come back.\u201d Salvation is by faith alone. <\/p>\n
\u2014J. H. Bomberger<\/p>\n
5395<\/b> Everything For Nothing<\/b><\/p>\n
An aged saint, on being asked to describe salvation, aptly replied, \u201cSomething for nothing.\u201d Another aged saint, who had weathered the storms for many a long year and was nearing the Heavenly harbor, on hearing this story related, exclaimed, \u201cYes, it\u2019s even better than that. It\u2019s everything for nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014Grace Robinson<\/p>\n
5396<\/b> A Biblical Proposition<\/b><\/p>\n
I was holding a meeting in St. Louis. At the close of a noon meeting a keen-appearing businessman approached me, saying, \u201cYou are speaking to the most ungodly man in St. Louis.\u201d \u201cPraise God!\u201d I said. \u201cDo you mean to say you are glad that I am bad?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d I said, \u201cbut I am certainly glad to find a man that acknowledges that he is a sinner.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Newell, I have been coming to these meetings for four weeks. I did not sleep last night. I have had little sleep for three weeks. I have prayed. I have read the Bible. I have waited here today to have you tell me what I need to do.\u201d \u201cNow,\u201d I said, \u201cwe will turn to the Bible, and I read, \u201cTo him that worketh not, but believeth on him that justifieth the ungodly\u2014\u201d\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s what I am\u2014\u201cungodly\u201d\u2014but please tell me what to do.\u201d \u201cThis verse tells you,\u201d I said, \u201cthat you are to do nothing save one thing\u2014\u201cto him that worketh not, but believeth on Him. \u2026 his faith is counted for righteousness.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
He suddenly leaped to his feet and stretched forth his hand, and said, \u201cMr. Newell, I accept that proposition!\u201d and off he went without another word. Next noonday I noticed his shining face and introduced him to the great audience. This was his response to my introduction: \u201cI am a businessman, as you know. I know a good proposition. But I found one yesterday that so filled me with joy that I could not sleep a wink all night.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014Triumphs of Faith<\/i><\/p>\n
5397<\/b> Only Two Religions<\/b><\/p>\n
While presenting the Gospel on the street of a California city, we were often interrupted about as follows: \u201cLook here, sir! There are hundreds of religions in this country, and the followers of each sect think theirs the only right one. How can poor, plain men like us find out what really is the truth?\u201d We generally replied something like this: \u201cHundreds of religions, you say? That\u2019s strange; I\u2019ve heard of only two.\u201d \u201cOh, but you surely know there are more than that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot at all, sir, I find, I admit, many shades of difference in the opinions of those comprising the two great schools; but after all there are but two. The one covers all who expect salvation by doing; the other, all who have been saved by something done. So you see the whole question is very simple. Can you save yourself, or must you be saved by another? If you can be your own savior, you do not need my message. If you cannot, you may well listen to it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014H. A. Ironside<\/p>\n
5398<\/b> Not A \u201cBetter Boy\u201d<\/b><\/p>\n
I remember shortly after I began to preach I had a large Sunday school. We had the regular Gospel lessons, and I always met my Sunday school teachers and went over the lesson with them. Whatever else I neglected, I never neglected that. Once I pointed out to them that it was a wonderful lesson for bringing the children to Christ, and I said to them, \u201cNow do it.\u201d<\/p>\n
As I went about next Lord\u2019s Day here and there, my heart almost broke. They were asking the children, \u201cDon\u2019t you think you ought to be a better boy?\u201d A heathen philosopher could tell a child that. Our message is about a God who \u201cso loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son.\u201d Are we telling people, \u201cDon\u2019t you think you could be a better boy if you would join the church?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014C. I. Scofield<\/p>\n
5399<\/b> Artist Only Needed A Beggar<\/b><\/p>\n
I have read of an artist who wanted to paint a picture of the Prodigal Son. He searched through the madhouses, and the poorhouses, and the prisons, to find a man wretched enough to represent the prodigal, but he could not find one. One day he was walking down the streets and met a man whom he thought would do. He told the poor beggar he would pay him well if he came to his room and sat for his portrait. The beggar agreed, and the day was appointed for him to come. <\/p>\n
The day came, and a man put in his appearance at the artist\u2019s room. \u201cYou made an appointment with me,\u201d he said, when he was shown into the studio. The artist looked at him. \u201cI never saw you before,\u201d he said, \u201cyou cannot have an appointment with me.\u201d \u201cYes,\u201d he said, \u201cI agreed to meet you today at ten o\u2019clock.\u201d \u201cYou must be mistaken; it must have been some other artist; I was to see a beggar here at this hour.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell,\u201d says the beggar, \u201cI am he,\u201d \u201cYou?\u201d \u201cYes,\u201d \u201cWhy, what have you been doing?\u201d \u201cWell, I thought I would dress myself up a bit before I got painted.\u201d \u201cThen,\u201d said the artist, \u201cI do not want you; I wanted you as you were: now, you are no use to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014D. L. Moody<\/p>\n
5400<\/b> Poor Gesture Of Thanks<\/b><\/p>\n
An evangelist could not convince a lady that all the good things she did would not avail in God\u2019s sight. Being very wealthy, she gave a supper to some poor people, and also provided clothes for them. An inspiration struck the evangelist, and he said to her: \u201cIf one of the guests thanked you very much for the clothes, but said: \u201cI must make some small return,\u201d and rolled up his old clothes in a parcel and asked you to accept them in return, would you be pleased?\u201d At once she said, \u201cNo.\u201d Then it dawned on her how useless were all her efforts to make herself better, and she accepted the Lord as her Saviour and King. <\/p>\n
\u2014Christian Herald<\/i><\/p>\n
5401<\/b> God Selling Heaven For \u2026 ? <\/b><\/p>\n
Mr. Latrobe, visiting an Irish nobleman, was shown an elegant church which he had built, and was asked, \u201cDo you not think that that will merit heaven?\u201d Said Mr. Latrobe, \u201cPray, my Lord, what may your estate be worth in a year?\u201d\u2014\u201dAbout thirteen or fourteen thousand pounds,\u201d was the answer. \u201cAnd so you think God would sell heaven even for thirteen or fourteen thousand pounds?\u201d said the minister. <\/p>\n
5402<\/b> Half-Century Learning 3 Things<\/b><\/p>\n
D. L. Moody told: \u201cAn old man got up in one of our meetings and said, \u201cI have been forty-two years learning three things.\u201d I pricked up my ears at that. I thought if I could find out in three minutes what a man had taken forty-two years to learn, I should like to do it. The first thing he said he had learned was that he could do nothing toward his own salvation. \u201cWell,\u201d I said to myself, \u201cthat is worth learning.\u201d The second thing he found out was that God did not require him to do anything. Well, that was worth finding out, too. And the third thing was that the Lord Jesus Christ had done it all, that salvation was finished, and that all he had to do was to take it. Dear friends, let us learn this lesson. Let us give up struggling and striving, and accept salvation at once.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014Moody Monthly<\/i><\/p>\n
5403<\/b> Stop Trying To Save Selves<\/b><\/p>\n
I remember a lady in the north of England who became quite angry when I made this statement: \u201cNone in this congregation will be saved until they stop trying to save themselves.\u201d Down she came from the gallery, and said to me, \u201cYou have made me perfectly miserable.\u201d \u201cIndeed,\u201d I said, \u201chow is that.\u201d \u201cWhy, I always thought that if I kept on trying, God would save me at some time; and now you tell me to stop trying. What then am I to do?\u201d \u201cWhy, let the Lord save you.\u201d\u2014D. L. Moody<\/p>\n
5404<\/b> Needed: Example Or Saviour<\/b><\/p>\n
At the close of a religious service a gentleman approached Dr. D. M. Stearns with a criticism. \u201cI don\u2019t like your way of preaching,\u201d he said. \u201cI do not care for all this talk about Christ dying for the lost. Instead of preaching the death of Christ on the cross, it\u2019s better to be up-to-date. Preach Jesus, the teacher and example.\u201d \u201cWould you then be willing to follow Him if I preach Christ as the great example?\u201d asked Dr. Stearns, \u201cI would,\u201d said the gentleman, \u201cI will follow in His steps.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen,\u201d said Dr. Stearns, \u201clet us take the first step. \u201cWho did no sin,\u201d as we read in I Peter 2:22. Can you take this step?\u201d The critic seemed confused. \u201cNo,\u201d he said, \u201cI do sin, I must admit.\u201d \u201cWell, then,\u201d said Dr. Stearns, \u201cyour first need of Christ is not as an example but as a Savior.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014Clarence Jones<\/p>\n
5405<\/b> Too Late To Do It<\/b><\/p>\n
I remember hearing of a young man who went to a minister in great distress about his spiritual state. He said to the minister, \u201cSir, can you tell me what I must do to find peace?\u201d<\/p>\n
The minister replied, \u201cYoung man, you are too late.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh,\u201d said the young man, \u201cYou don\u2019t mean to say I am too late to be saved?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, no,\u201d was the reply, \u201cbut you are too late to do something. Jesus did everything that needed to be done twenty centuries ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014Pastor\u2019s Manual<\/i><\/p>\n
5406<\/b> Unnecessary Egg In Mix<\/b><\/p>\n
A food processing firm marketed a cake mix which required that the housewife add only water to produce a creamy batter and fine cake. The company could not understand why the mix would not sell, until special research revealed the public felt uneasy about a mix that required only water. It seemed too simple. They felt they themselves had to do something to a cake mix. So the company changed the formula and required the housewife to add an egg. Immediately, the mix achieved great success. <\/p>\n
5407<\/b> King\u2019s Business Is To Give<\/b><\/p>\n
Once there was a poor woman who greatly desired a bunch of grapes from the king\u2019s conservatory for her sick child. She took half a crown, and went to the king\u2019s gardener, and tried to purchase the grapes, but was rudely repulsed. A second effort, with more money, met like results. <\/p>\n
It happened that the king\u2019s daughter heard the angry words of the gardener, and the crying of the woman, and inquired into the matter. When the poor woman had told her story, the princess said, \u201cMy dear woman, you are mistaken. My father is not a merchant, but a king; his business is not to sell, but to give.\u201d Whereupon she plucked the bunch from the vine, and gently dropped it into the woman\u2019s apron. <\/p>\n
\u2014Foster<\/p>\n
5408<\/b> Col. Roosevelt\u2019s Simple Request<\/b><\/p>\n
During the Spanish War the late President Roosevelt, then a colonel, commanded a regiment of rough-riders in Cuba. He became much attached to his men and was greatly concerned when a number of them fell sick. <\/p>\n
Hearing that Miss Clara Barton (the lady who devoted herself to the work of nursing wounded soldiers) had received a supply of delicacies for the invalids under her care, Colonel Roosevelt requested her to sell a portion of them for the sick men of his regiment. His request was refused. The Colonel was very troubled; he cared for his men and was willing to pay for supplies out of his own pocket. <\/p>\n
\u201cHow can I get these things?\u201d he asked. \u201cI must have proper food for my sick men.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust ask for them, Colonel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh!\u201d said Roosevelt, his face breaking into a smile, \u201cthat\u2019s the way, is it? Then I do ask for them.\u201d And he got them at once. <\/p>\n
\u2014Indian Christian<\/i><\/p>\n
5409<\/b> Key Was Beyond Reach<\/b><\/p>\n
The destruction of the city of Pompeii by a volcano is one of the major tragedies of history. One incident concerns four prisoners whose feet were fastened in stocks when the flood of hot stones, molten lava, and death-dealing pumice rained down upon their prison. They heard the deafening roar; they yelled for safety. Nobody heard their agonized cries. The door of escape was wide open, just as their keeper had left it. At the very threshold lay the key to their cell, but they could not reach it. <\/p>\n
They struggled and strained but the key was just beyond their fingers. They fought and shrieked and tore their flesh in madness, until the fumes from the distant volcano reached their cell and put an end to it all. <\/p>\n
\u2014Arthur Tonne<\/p>\n
5410<\/b> No One Was Qualified<\/b><\/p>\n
A prominent United states shoe manufacturer was asked to subscribe to a fund for supplying food to the suffering poor. He entered as his subscription one hundred sacks of flour and one hundred bushels of meal, to be used for the relief of every man in the district that could be found in need of bread, who neither kept a dog, drank intoxicating drink, nor used tobacco. <\/p>\n
The committee of the poor fund have not been able to claim a single cent from him yet, as their most persistent efforts have failed to find such a one. <\/p>\n
5411<\/b> The Key \u2026 After 29 Floors<\/b><\/p>\n
Three men, John Newton, Louis Weatherford, and Samuel Preston, were out to find the best that this life had to offer. Willing to try anything, they were now on their way to New York City to \u201cpaint the town red.\u201d With a whole week ahead of them, they were anticipating some high times. They had money, position and culture. The only thing they wanted was action and they were now ready to get it. <\/p>\n
As the \u201cSilver Star\u201d glided to a stop at Grand Central, three men, full of excitement and frivolity, stepped off the train into a busy world. Amidst the confusion the three jovial men were able to hail a cab and direct the driver to the Ambassador Hotel where they wanted to board. The cabby promptly took them to their destination, received his tip and disappeared into the throng of cars. As the cab drove off, the three men just stood on the pavement staring up the side of this twenty-nine floor building. They were amazed at the sight of such a tall structure. <\/p>\n
Upon entering the hotel, they were greeted by a bellhop who took their bags and led them to the main desk. At the desk the clerk asked them what type of room they wanted and the three men replied, \u201cGive us the best you have!\u201d The clerk looked at the register and then told the men that the only one of this type left was on the top floor. It had a TV, two cushioned chairs, four beds with innermen said a few words to each other and quickly decided to take it. The key was handed over and the bellhop led them to the elevator. <\/p>\n
After arranging their belongings in the proper order, the three men put on their tweed suits, left the key at the desk and were off to see New York City\u2019s high spots. Hours went by and the three began to get weary; so they headed back to the hotel. At the lobby desk they were told the elevator had developed some complications and was not able to take them upstairs. They were given the alternative of either walking up twenty-nine flights of steps or sleeping in a small, less luxurious room on the second floor. The three huddled together and decided to take the long walk upstairs and enjoy the comforts of their own room; so up they started. <\/p>\n
The first few flights went quickly and easily and the three companions were joking and having a good time. Each flight seemed a little bit longer but the men kept pressing on. Five, six, seven floors were passed and each one meant that they were one flight closer to the top. The men, already weary from a hard night, began to slow down and the floors dragged by slower each time. The eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth floor was passed. \u201cAlmost halfway there,\u201d said Louis. The other just grunted and they pushed on. Seventeen, eighteen. \u2026 they wondered if they would ever reach the top. On the twentieth floor Sam sat down and said he couldn\u2019t go on. After resting a few moments the others finally persuaded him to try it. \u2026 after all only nine floors left and then those nice, soft mattresses, and fried chicken and. \u2026 , so on they went. <\/p>\n
Each flight seemed like a mile and it seemed as if it took an eternity to get there. All three men were now on their knees, crawling step by step in hopes of reaching the twenty-ninth floor. Just one more to go. Slowly they proceeded, inch by inch until John shouted out that he could see the room, only eight more steps and then about fifteen feet down the hall. With his added inspiration each fellow put all the energy into it that he had and to their relief they were all on the last floor. They had reached their goal now. As soon as the door would be opened, they would enjoy all the luxuries which had spurred them on during their climb. <\/p>\n
Sam was the first to come to the door; so he reached down into his pocket for the key. To Sam\u2019s amazement the key wasn\u2019t there. He asked John if he had it but John said that Louis must have it. They both looked at Louis but all he had were several empty pockets. Here they were on the twenty-ninth floor just inches from what they considered \u201cHeaven\u201d and yet they could not get in. They had forgotten to get the key. <\/p>\n
\u2014The Bible Friend<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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