The guardian. [volume] (Boston, Mass.) 1901-1960, 1941-03-22

not weakened in heart because the
enemy has captured his land-to him
that does not lay down his arms as
the night draws onto him that does
not hide when the dark clouds of dis
appointment form a total eclipse on
the rays of hope. 1t is the end that
determines the victor; it is the end and
not the battles won, it is the end
and not the land conquered, it is the
end and not the soldiers killed, for it
matters not how it began nor how it
will end You're going to lose if you
link forces with that which is evil,
for the man who fights against God is
| fighting a losing battle and cannot
win.
Any man who takes side with the
wrong is fighting against God, he is
trying to move a mountain with his
hand, he is trying to push the ocean
with his feet, he is trying to blow
away the flakes of the storm with his
/ breath-he would have better chance
to count the sands of the desert-for
he is fighting losing battle and can
not win. Can man move the stars
from their orbits, or hinder the eclipse
of the moon, can he dispense the
clouds or cause the sun to rise at
night, can he change the course of
the wind or clear the sands of the
desert? No. Then how can he win
when he's fighting against God. He's
fighting a losing battle and he cannot
win.
The people started to fight against
God when they began the persecution
Of Gods beloved Son. They took Him
before the courts and falsely accused
him. Jesus was turned over to a furi-
Gus mob-a battalion of the great
army of Satan, that has answered the
challenge of God-this man who said
he has seen the Father-this man who
claims to have all power over all
things on earth and in Heaven and
oven boasts of being able to conquer
He'll. Here he is now a miserable fail
ure, here he is a servant to his enemy,
here he is in total defeat. His dis
riples are losing faith, Peter denies
the fact that he even knew him, they
are ashamed of their master for he is
losing his fight.
The procession moves on, the weight
of the cross bends His back, He falls
beneath it, an Ethiopian volunteers to
share His burden. Where is the
strength of this mighty God? Who is
He that can fight a battle without a
sword? He is nailed to the cross and
He mumbles not a word, He wears
His crown of thorns, He drinks His
vinegar and gall, His side is pierced
and water pours down, the sun hides
its face, the thunder crashes as the
lightning pierces the sky, the earth
trembles, the mountain shakes, the
day is black, the night grows blacker,
the battle might turn-fear has grip
ped the world as eternal love is being
planted in the fields of persecution.
The battle is not over-He dies on
the cross, He gives up the ghost and
His body is placed in the tomb-but
thank God that the battle is not vet
over. An angel came that morning
and rolled away the stone-but thank
God that the battle is not yet over, for
a message has been delivered from
Heaven that He is not dead but risen
from the dead. He is here again to
walk upon the earth and to walk up
into Heaven in power and glory.
Oh, what a disappointment that
morning the evil ones awoke to find
that they were fighting a losing bat
tie and could not win. He's coming
again in power, in splendor, in beauty,
in holiness, as the Mighty Conqueror,
as the Great King, and He bids you to
watch and wait and take no side with
the evil forces. For indeed they are
fighting losing battle and they can
not, and they shall not, and they will
not-win.