The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1910-06-02
Tne Fire of Jesus.

We have it on very good authority
that lukewarm Christians nauseate
the Lord. And very slight contem-
plation of His own burning zeal con-
vinces us that it could not be other
wise. He was red-hot.
1t comes out in His fierce attack
upon those who were desecrating His
Fathers house. He charged on them
with such fire that they were instant
ly scattered. and His disciples looking
were pungently reminded of His pas
sage in the psalm which said, "The
zeal of thine house hath eaten me
up"
He was consumed with an over
whelming eagerness to complete His
great work, and the time in which to
do it was very short. The compelling
must" was ever on His lips, begin
ming with that early time in the Tenn
pie when He lost thought of every
thing else but the discussion of great
problems of religion which He found
of absorbing interest, and said to His
wondering mother, Knew ye not that
/ must be in the things of My Fa-
ther?"
81 must preach the Gospel of the
Kingdom" He said, II must go to
compressed, constrained, impelled
until His full baptism with suffering
was accomplished. There could be no
delay. Everything must be brought
into requisition. There was scarcely
time to eat. His friends thought that
He was bordering on insanity, that
He was beside Himself. His enemies
said, "He hath devil, and is mad"
1t is the way all religious enthus-
iasm looks to the people of this
world. 1t was the way Paul appeared
to Festus, for the great apostle
deemed it good to be zealously af-
fected in a good thing" 1t was COM
mon with Jesus to spend an entire
night under the stars in prayer, pour
ing out His soul to God. 1t was His
custom to be intense.
His flaming and blazing words
made some gnash upon Him with
their teeth, while others were ready
to lay down their lives at His feet.
His apostles were positive men, zeal
OTIS, inflammable, sons of thunder,
full of fire. 1t was because of His
own hot soul that He attracted such
He had glowing heart. There was
excitement wherever He went.
"Driven" Himself by the Spirit into
the wilderness, so urgent was it that
He settle His course, He came forth
to do much driving, expelling demons.
and causing panic among wrong
doers.
He had sensitive, finely organized
nature. He saw clearly the majesty
and holiness of God, the needs and
sinfulness of humanity. Hence He
could not be neutral or unooncerned.
had IN fhrnW Hipoco1f Whn1n-
heartedly into the terrific conflict be-
tween light and darkness 1t was a
crisis hour in the history of the uni
verse.
Is 1t not a crisis still? Is there
not urgency upon MS now? Does not
the Master call upon us to participate
in His enthusiasm for humanity and
for the kingdom of righteousness?
Should not our tongue be touched
anew with pentecostal fame? Moth
ing but the fire of Jesus. of one who
moves in the presence of the Eternal
and has a single object in view, will
meet the demands of the day.-James
Nudge, in Epworth Herald.
The Central Power Station.
One morning l entered the car
shops of a great railroad in the Cen
trail West. II was at six-thirty
o'clock, and a great cloud of black
smoke was pouring from the huge
smoke1tack. l went with my friend
into tie work rooms, where for long
distan ,es stretched a tangle of belts,
shafts. pulleys, till one was almost
lost ii wonder at the complications.
But there was no motion. All the
posi- ,ilities of the shop were hushed
in in lction. My guide said: "It will
jook different here in a few mo-
menis."
We then went into the engine
rooIn, where an eight-hundred horse
pov er engine was being oiled. At
sev IN O'Clock the whistle blew, and
the great machine became a thing of
lif. The arms began to move, and
In my admiration of the greatness of
tb !, engine forgot the machine shop.
P esently my friend said: "Now, look
| yJnder into the shops" AS | looked
/ saw every shaft and belt moving,
! md the men taking their places at
| heir machines. and soon the whole
J place was humming with life. The
power had been turned on. The
Spirit Is the power we all need to
make our work living, glorious,
jubilant thing. w. Holland.