Some years ago at the great Keswick Convention in England, a brother said to the Rev. George Silwood, "Is it not blessed to be safe in the arms of Jesus?" "Yes," said Brother Silwood, "but I am safer than that." "Why," said his friend in astonishment, "how could you be safer than in the arms of Jesus?" "Why, I am as safe as an arm of Jesus," said the preacher; nor did he over-emphasize this great and glorious fact, "for we are members of His body, of His flesh, and of His bones" (Eph. 5:30).—P. W. Philpott, in Moody Church News.
The Sunday School Times told, not long ago, about a drunkard, very conscious of his weakness and helplessness, who was urged to "Sign the Pledge and keep it." "But," cried the distressed man, "I do not want something to keep; I need something to keep me!" Soon after that, thank God, he found the Lord Jesus as his Saviour, of whom it is written, "He is able to keep."—Gospel Herald.
Whc can stand alone? A minister traveling on a Continental train was the sole occupant of a compartment, save for a young man reading a newspaper. The youth was also a Christian, but so weak was his faith, and so many were his temptations, that he told the minister he did not think he would be able to stand life a week longer. The minister took from his pocket a Bible and a penknife, and said, "See, I will make this penknife stand up on the cover of this Bible, in spite of the rocking of the train." The young man, thinking this was some conjuring trick, watched the proceeding with interest, saying, "I am afraid that it will not be very easy to do that, sir." "But," said the minister, "I am doing it." "Oh, but you are holding it," retorted his fellow passenger. "Why, of course! Did you ever hear of a penknife standing up on its end without being held up?" "I see; you mean that I cannot stand unless Christ holds me. Thank you for reminding me."—Sunday School Times.
When David, without any outside armor, stood before the giant Goliath who "had an helmet of brass" and "a coat of mail" and his weapons, David faced him confidently, saying: "Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield: but I come to thee in the Name of the Lord of hosts (i.e., 'enclosed as in a tower in the Name of the Lord'), the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hest defied." David in that "strong tower" was safe, as Goliath, in his armor, was not.
To come "in the Name of the Lord Jesus Christ" is not merely saying His Name over, but it is being enclosed in His Name, and representing that which His Name represents.—H. Clay Trumbull.
Mr. Addison Raws of Keswick, N.J., was crossing a crowded street in Philadelphia. He had hold of the hand of his little boy, and the latter lost his footing. Mr. Raws just held him up until they were across. "I hanged on, Daddy," he said as they reached the far side of the street. Yes, he had. But his father had first "hanged" on to him.—Christ Life.
That wonderful Scotch preacher, John McNeill, when a lad lived in the country. He worked away from home all week and came home Saturday nights. Not far from his home there was a dark piece of woods. In the old country the darkness can be felt, and John, walking home, would enter that ravine with its dense darkness and thick woods, and fear would get hold of him. Wicked men had hidden there, and robbed and murdered people. On a particular Saturday night the darkness was fearful. Did you ever hear a voice in the darkness? It sounds like thunder. All at once, on this particular night, a voice rang out. He said, "My heart stood still for a moment in terror." Then the voice said, "Is that you, John?" It was his father. Oh, the joy of it! His father slipped up to his side and threw his arm around him. He knew his boy's feelings, walking through the dark, and had come to meet him, and the rest of the way the boy snuggled up close to the big, strong father, feeling perfectly safe. Nothing will ever make you feel real comfortable in the dark but a great Presence.—The Rev. Joseph Hogue, in Moody Church News.
If you have a book which you do not wish to lose you write your name in it. The shepherd brands his name upon his sheep, and every one knows they are his. "From henceforth let no man trouble me," wrote Paul, "for I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus." And we read in Revelation 22:4 of those who serve the Lord, "My name shall be in their foreheads." The Good Shepherd knows His own sheep by name, and no one can pluck them out of His hand.—Sunday at Home.
A little lad was once asked by his father why he thought the lions could not touch Daniel, and he made answer "Because the Lion of the Tribe of Judah was with him."—Sunday School Times.
Kept every day from morn to night,
We know His promises are sure.
Kept by His truth, His power and might
No jot shall fail, while words endure.
Kept all the way from youth to age,
Thus far the Lord hath sheltered me.
Kept from the fangs of Satan's rage,
Safely we'll cross life's troubled sea.
Kept all these years by God's own hand,
To Him be praise and homage given.
Kept by His grace we'll hope to stand.
At evening time, in sight of Heaven.
Kept from the power of hell and sin.
Home of the pure in heart we'll see.
Kept by His love we'll here begin
The life that fills eternity.—Selected.
One day I met an old Negro and asked him how long he had been serving the Lord. "Fifty years," he replied. "Well, uncle," I said, "after keeping the faith for so long, you must feel pretty confident of holding out to the end!" "Ah, massa," he replied, "it's only a question of whether de Lord can hold on, and I reckon I can trust Him."—Sunday Circle.