The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-01-22
the world by his

$*;: 1. Paul enriched
the world by hts
life. All his preaching was enforced
by his testimony, 81 live, yet not !
but Christ liveth in me-" Sturgeon
comments on the wondrous power of
George Muller's preaching: it was quite
simple, but the hearer felt that here
was a man dealing with realities of
which he knew. The bishop Of Dur
ham tells of a university preacher at
Cambridge who generally spoke to
empty benches, yet when the students
were sick or dying they would send
for this man; his life was fragrant.
What an opportunity in our homes!
Hundreds of the notable scientists,
statesmen, physicians. business men
others have arisen from humble
homes whose cody atmosphere they
have carried into all their activities.
Many a plain father or mother will
wear crown Of rejoicing in the day
of Christ for the extended influence
of their sanity living before their
children.
2. His prayers were another source
of Paul's riches for the world. We
may say without straining language
that he prayed without ceasing,"
and we may follow him here. Says
John R. Mott: 1T is possible for the
most obscure person in a church with
heart right toward God, to exercise
as much power for the evangelization
of the world as it is for those who
stand in the most prominent positions.
Therefore no one Is eXcusable if he
commits the great sin of emitting to
pray" We can make missionaries
and native churches rich, aye, and our
own church and community, too, no
matter how poor. we may be. DR.. G.
Campbell Morgan tells of a preacher
who would go from pew to pew in his
church on weekdays and pray for
those who sat there on Sunday; DR..
Morgan ventures the opinion that this
is perhaps the highest service that
even a great preacher could do for his
flock.
s. His writings are one of Pauls
6lIlS ~ taC "o1 " hoI q hCA AIoSoS
are his epistles! We know how "Pil-
grim's Progress" was written by a
tinker in jail. If we object that this
tinker had unusual genius, it may be
replied that many ordinary persons.
with love for Christ in their souls,
have done valiant service with the
pen 1t was a letter from friend,
written with a faltering heart, that led
Henry Clay Trumbull to Christ; the
world knows of his splendid service as
preacher, explorer, exposition, Sunday
school worker and editor. We heard
of a woman who watched the daily
record of deaths in the papers and
sent to every bereaved household a let
ter or booklet containing a word for
the Master: Who does not covet her
reward and who could not do likewise?
f. His preaching was another of
Paul's blessings for men. He could
say to multitudes of converts, as he
said to the Thessalonians, What is
our hope, or joy, or crown Of rejoic-
ing? Are not even We in the presence
of our Lord Jesus Christ at his com
ing?" Preachers, it has been said
are often like camels which are laden
with spices and jewels, but they them
selves feed on thistles. But though
poor, how have they made many rich!
We knew of one who had not realized
all the ambitions of his early ministry;
his churches had been obscure and his
salary small, and it grieved him that
his wife had dressed shabbily. Yet
here, he had led a poor country lad to
Christ; there, he had helped boy
get off to college; there, he had
loaned his books to hungry soul And
at his funeral his body was borne Of
bishops and lawyers and magnates
who came to shed sincere tears over
the man who had done them the great
est service ever performed for them
who had led them to Christ. Fellow
laborers with God will come with re.
joicing, bringing their sheaves with
them.
Spiritual treasure has been so show
cred upon us that we enrich men when
we are unaware. We listened recent
ly to the story Of young man who.
after serving Satan well, had come to
Christ. He was a sailor on an Eng
lish ship, which was lying in harbor
off the coast Of Cornwall. One quiet
afternoon, as he was washing dishes
there was borne to him from the shore
the sound of Christian song. A casket
was being carried through the village
streets and the simple Cornish folk
who followed were singing that noble
hymn:
Q God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.
Little did they think Of their audi.
ence in the kitchen Of the ship yon-
n Ia.