D. Brookes of St. Louis used to tell of a backwoods railroad in the old days —just a train with a wood-burning engine, a lot of cars, a conductor, and a brakeman. The people put the freight on the flat cars and had it carried to the next station. Someone shipped a goat up the line with a tag on him indicating the station to put him off. The goat began to eat everything in sight as a goat will, and finally chewed his tag and swallowed it. The brakeman did not know where to deliver him so let him go at the end of the line. "Why didn't you put that goat off?" the conductor asked. "Well, boss," he answered, "he don't know where he's going, and I don't know; he's chewed up his tag." That is like the critics who say the Bible is a lot of myths and legends, thus making the Bible of none effect. If we have no authoritative Book from God, who knows where we are going?—Serving and Waiting
Incidentally it might be mentioned that the American Association for the Ad-vancement of Atheism has gone into liquidation. Its members lack sufficient "consecration" for the cause to keep it going.—Pentecostal Evangel.
The Same God I have noticed that many men who call themselves atheists do not carry their atheism into their speech. They freely take the name of the Lord in vain, and seem quite unaware that such profanity is really a left-handed confession of faith. When I meet such a man, who loads his language with all sorts of oaths, and yet declares his unbelief, I want to repeat to him that pithy saying of old Richard Hooker: "What! shall we have a God to swear by and not one to pray to?"—S. S. paper
A Communist agitator rode into Hyde Park and after leaning his bicycle against the railings, mounted a soap box and proceeded to address the crowd. "If your family is hungry," he shouted, "raid a shop and take food for them, and don't care what anyone says. If your wife hasn't got a coat, pick the best fur coat you can see, and ignore the con-sequences!" After several more minutes in this strain he dismounted from his soap box, and his next words were, "Who are the scoundrels who pinched my bike?'"—The Toronto Globe
I recently talked with a judge of the United States Circuit Court, who had just gone back to his alma mater for a visit, the first since his graduation. He was received as an honored guest, a famous "old grad," and was made to feel at home. He spoke a few words in the assembly, words of faith and trust. After the assembly he dropped into a science class, and was in time to hear the professor make some facetious remarks about "the old fossil who had talked in chapel." The professor's remarks were so well received by the class that he felt encouraged to go on, and he sneered at the virgin birth of Jesus Christ, called him a martyr who died for a foolish ideal, scoffed at His resurrection, and rudely jested about His return. The old judge rose in indignation to defend the Lord Jesus, and the class jeered him to silence! He said he was so amazed that he went on a tour of investigation, and found that the "faith, manners, and morals" of the student body were gone. —Dr. Harry Rimmer
Under the heading, "Extraordinary" Chapel Talk, the King's Business states that Dan Gilbert spoke at the chapel period at a great eastern university about a year ago. Attendance was compulsory. When he told the university president his subject, "God in Our Generation," the educator expressed amazement. He said, "Why, I presumed you would be speaking on some outstanding political or social issue of the day." Later he added: "While it was interesting, your address was quite out of the ordinary; in fact, rather irregular. To my knowledge, it has been at least two years since anyone dealt with the idea of God in such a way as to convey the impression that our thinking regarding Deity should be dictated by Biblical teachings. Generally, we regard religion as a private matter, and one man's concept of God is as good as another's. We do not think the students should be indoctrinated with `authoritarian' principles of religion."—Selected
Here is the boast of Adolph Hitler with which the whole world was made acquainted some time ago. "Nothing will prevent me from tearing up Christianity, root and branch ... We are not out against a hundred-to-one different kinds of Christianity, but against Christianity itself. All people who profess creeds . . . are traitors to the people. Even those Christians who really want to serve the people ... we have to suppress. I myself am a heathen to the core." How successful Adolph Hitler has been in making good his boast may best be told by a chaplain in one of the camps of German prisoners in Tennessee, who recently wrote: "I wish you could have been present to see with what avidity these books [Bibles] were received b3 these [German] prisoners of war . . . I am here to tell you that Hitler has not succeeded in eradicating the hope of the Christian faith from the hearts of his people." It is related that once upon a time the famous atheist, Tom Paine, who wrote "The Age of Reason," asked Benjamin Franklin what he thought of the book. The only reply from Franklin was: "Tom, he who spits against the wind spits in his own face." —Free Methodist
One day Voltaire said to a friend, "It took twelve ignorant fishermen to establish Christianity; I will show the world how one Frenchman can destroy it."
Setting to his task, he openly ridiculed Sir Isaac Newton. One day Newton made a prophecy based on Dan. 12:4 and Nahum 2:4 when he said, "Man will someday be able to travel at the tremendous speed of 40 miles an hour."
Voltaire replied with, "See what a fool Christianity makes of an otherwise brilliant man, such as Sir Isaac Newton! Doesn't he know that if man traveled 40 miles an hour, he would suf¬focate and his heart would stop?"
Twenty-five years after Voltaire died, his home was purchased by the Geneva Bible Society and became a Bible storage building, and his printing press was used to print an entire edition of the Bible—Sunday School Times
Some time ago I spoke to a great Southern audience. I pictured the atheistic drift in the educational life of America. A man sat on the front seat and followed my every word with an expression of agony I have rarely seen on a human face. When the service was over his pastor said to me, "Did you see that man who looked like the incarnation of agony? He sat in the front seat today. He is a member of my church. He is one of the truest Christians I have ever known. He is on my board. He had one daughter. She was a beautiful child. She grew up in the Sunday School and the church. She finished high school. He sent her off to a certain college. At the end of nine months she came home with her faith shattered. She laughed at God and the old-time religion. She broke the hearts of her father and mother. They wept over her. They prayed over her. It availed nothing. At last they chided her. She rushed upstairs, stood in front of a mirror, took a gun and blew out her brains."—From Bob Jones, in the Pentecostal Evangel