The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1912-07-05
THE MODERN MINISTER'S
MISSION-A SOLILO0UY.
(By Rev. D. d. Jones.)

(By Rev. D. d. Jones.)
In bringing this paper before you
have not thought to teach you,i my
brethren; for I am in the presence,
Of those at whose feet I am glad to
sit and learn. But, like the true
teacher is made to rejoice when his
pupil awakes and reaches forth at
ter the ideals of his instructor, so
l thought you might rejoice if should
open the door of my heart and give
You look at those things there rein
which are seldom mentioned to those
| without, but which furnish the fotn-
dation for the prayers of my life, Tor
the play of my imagination, for the
hours of serious meditation, for the
words that daily fall from my lips.
| And my desire in thus speaking of
these conclusions and questions is that
we might think and pray for ealh
other along these lines, if perchanee
our knowledge might be built UP
through our more complete ari s-oW-
ing conservation and abandonment OF
self-all the mere human-that he
who knows our capacity through Him
might be able to bring US unto Evils
ions and revelations" "filling US with
all the fullness of God" For feel
uI upon cs the horizon ni on Of shsip Of
this this i 10th @ centuryIa % Iary, but asss sord ID
walked among uSoe nxeu - IL -+tss-
tie of what wetq eAeq 6et IA flP
thoSe s~ who ene will Sirr ree 10 esneoaRoSS SShi3
whose store is not li1a.eq ss'sand the de-
gree of his might not bound.
But these who call themselves the
most learned among men, who sdt
themselves to the task of teaching THE
folly of faith, these tell me that do
not know whence I came, nor whittier
| go. AS mediate thereupon, study
ing the mythical past, reading the
footprints of milleniums in the sands
of time, the voice that speaks in those
pages is to me but a whisper, the
characters that bear the message are
BILE of as many interpretations las
there are characters to be read. I
cannot lead my feet by the trail they
have blaZed out. cannot rest my
hope for the future upon the foun&a-
tion they have failed. I tread this
~ath Of human life but once. Whence
l came does not concern. me so mulch
as whittier I go. I am, know that
l am. And believe that / shall be;
for / am spirit come from God, Just
lowering over the great gulf tilA
few moments l am seen here no
more" 81 drop into an unchanged
BILE eternity. am here a creature Of
day, passing through this life a3 an
or fhrN rrrI, nsw II 4
cerned about one thing only: how
may / so "apply my heart unto wis
DOM" as that may dwell in the house
Of the Lord forever" ~
am pressing "toward the mark for
the prize, if ! obtain I must heed
His voice. / have been called. The.
King of the kings of the earthI the
Lord of the lords has spoken i1 my
ear. l could not decipher the mes-
sage from the milliniums, but I know
this voice He speaks what is now,
my native tongue. And in that tongue
he has called me by my name and set
me apart for himself. now belong
to him. He called me and sent me.
| am going on errands for him. I am
bearing a message for him. The mes
sage is not mine, but his that sent me.
Dan Jones, ga bondservant of Jesus
Sht low SohOn W pC OH oPOStiCt pCpCE-
ated unto the Gospel Of God" ban
Icnss, "an apostle, not from men,
neither through a man, but through
Jesus Christ, and God, the Father,
who raised him from the dead"
Let me listen! He speaks again:
"Be you clean who bear the yesuels
of the Lord. Be you holy, for / gm
holy" Yes, this is his voice. u js
without me. above me, within .he.
"There is no speech nor language, the
voice is not heard" but "its words
have gone to the end of the world"
and its message through the bowels Of
the earth hear its soundless tones
in the midnight hour, in the midday
rounds of toll. Iu the quiet of rest,
in the evening walk, I am not alone.
I hear the voice, see the hahd. The
stratered rock, the ripping riil, as it
steals its way to the sea, the flowers
that bloom, the birds that sing, the
seed that sprout, the spheres above,
that shoot their myriad rays of heavZ
emily light through the gathering
threads of night the law they keep
awake from sleep my once dead
brain and make me see what may be,
as walk life's path with Him.
And here is book. 1t Is called