JuLy 1, 1908 I rejoice, dear brother, to attest again to you my full appreciation of your labor in the Lord, my fullest confidence and my earnest, warm and unfeigned brotherly love. I hope ere long to see you again face to face. Give all the Bible House household our warm love and greeting. Yours in him, W. E. Pact,— Wis. [In Repty:—The Society has similarly advised the dear colporteurs, and at the risk of being misunderstood, has adhered to its.rule of not making mixed assignments. However, we consider that our duty on this subject ceases there. Where the dear friends, for reasons of their own, work on each other’s assignment we do not feel it incumbent to object hott” knowing well that their heart-desires are of the very best. Dear Brother in Christ:— It is now about five years since I came into the light of present truth, and the Lord has blessed me with the privilege of having the six volumes of Dawn, and the Towrrs from 1890, all of which I have carefully gone through, and from which I have received a course of Bible Study, a knowledge of our heavenly Father, and our dear Lord, and the plans and purposes and my relation thereto, sufficient thanks for which would indeed be hard for me to put in words. But I “SHE HATH DONE The Feast was spread at Simon’s house, and as they sat at meat, A woman came and silent stood within the open door— Close pressed against her throbbing heart an alabaster box Of purest spikenard, costly, rare, she held. With modest fear, She dreaded to attract the curious gaze of those within, And yet her well-beloved Friend was there, her Master, Lord. With wondrous intuition she divined that this might be Her last, her only opportunity to show her love; She thought of all that he had done for her, the holy hours She spent enraptured at his feet, unmindful of all else, If ome she might hear those words of Truth, those words of ife, She thought of that dark hour when Lazarus lay within the tomb And how he turned her night to day, her weeping into joy. Her fair face flushed, with deepening gratitude her pure eyes shone. With swift, light step she crossed the crowded room. bravely met Those questioning eyes (for Love will find its way through paths where lions Fear to tread); with trembling hands she broke the seal and poured The precious contents of the box upon her Savior’s feet, And all the house was filled with fragrance wonderful and sweet. She could not speak, her heart’s devotion was too deep, her ears Fell softly, while she took her chiefest ornament, her long And silken hair and wiped his sacred feet,—when suddenly A rude voice broke the golden silence with, ‘‘ What waste! this might Have sold for much, to feed the poor!’? head— To her it seemed so mean a gift for love so great to make! She She lower bent her ZION’S WATCH TOWER (205-211) have the privilege of thanking you for the service rendered unto me, for I knew nothing of the Bible, although a reader of it from boyhood, until the Lord in his own due time placed in my hands the ‘‘meat in due season’’ from your hands. I have in these past years learned to go to these helps (Towers and Dawns) for all points that have perplexed me, and with very few exceptions have always received a reasonable Scriptural explanation that made things plain to my mind. Until now if a point comes up that I do not grasp I go for help, using the assistance the Lord has provided in them for me and for all the watching ones. The exceptions I have written to you about, and you know they have been few, and in thanking you I am thanking our dear Lord and Head, who ‘‘has girded himself’’ and is ‘‘now serving the table.’’ Our heavenly Father I also thank. I have practised medicine here since 1889 and had quite an extensive practice up to the present time, and since coming into the Truth Sister Senor and I have used up in the truth, one way or another, as we thought the Lord would have us use it, all above our living expenses (and a provision for those dependent upon us, a reasonable one we hope, until 1914), by sending Towers, Dawns, etc., over the counties near by. Your brother in Christ, 8. D. SENoR,—Missouri. WHAT SHE COULD” Again a voice re-echoed through the room, her blessed Lord’s. (He half arose and gently laid his hand upon her hair)— And how it thrilled her fainting heart to hear him sweetly say, ‘Rebuke her not, for she hath wrought a good work, what she could; Aforehand, to anoint me for my burying she hath come, And this her deed of love throughout the ages shall be told!’’ * * * How oft since first I read the story of this saint of old, My own poor heart has burned with fervent, longing, deep desire, That I might thus have ministered unto my Lord and King— ‘‘The chiefest of ten thousand, altogether lovely One.’’ And now, to learn—Oh! precious thought, ’tis not too late, I still May pour Love’s priceless ointment on ‘‘the members’’ of his Feet! Dear Lord, I pray, Oh! help me break with sacrificial hand The seal of Self, and pour the pent-up odors of my heart Upon thy ‘‘Feet!’’ Oh! let me spend my days and nights in toil That I, perchance, may save from needless wandering, and help To keep them in the narrow way that leads to light and life. Oh! let me lay within their trembling hands a rose of love, A lily’s pure and holy inspiration on their breast! Dear Master, let me kneel with them in dark Gethsemane; Oh! help me boldly stand and meekly bear the scoffs and jeers Of cruel, mocking tongues! Oh! may I count no cost, e’en Life itself, too great to serve, to bless, to comfort thy dear ‘* Feet,’?’ And when the last drop of my heart’s devotion has been shed, Oh! may I hear thy sweet voice say, ‘‘She hath done what she could !?? —G. W. Seibert,—April, 1908. Vou. X XIX ALLEGHENY, PA., JULY 15, 1908 No. 14 VIEWS FROM THE WATCH TOWER NOMINAL CHURCH DYING, SAYS DR. EATON ‘‘Brethren, I say to you this morning that the American church is dying. It is dying! It is dying! Don’t forget it! Ten years from now if I lie in my grave I would be willing to have you confront me at the judgment seat of God with that statement. By that statement I mean that Protestant Christianity is dying with marvelous rapidity.’ So spoke Rev. Charles A. Eaton at the Euclid Avenue Baptist church, Cleveland. This was his seventh anniverSary sermon before this congregation and with passionate earnestness he strove to bring vividly before his hearers the effects of commercialism which he contends is sapping the religious life in the United States. He showed that churches, instead of gaining, were losing throughout the world. Dr. Eaton’s sermon on ‘The Impending Crisis in American Christianity’’ is, in part, as follows: ‘‘Throughout the entire Christian world we are swiftly passing into a period of profound religious depression, amounting to almost complete failure on the part of the church. ‘¢In Italy the headquarters of the great Roman Catholic church, one-third of the people at the very outside, are more or less nominal followers of the church of Rome; another third, possibly, are more or less sympathetic toward the church, because it is politically useful; while another third are out and out continually and completely antagonistic, apparently not only to the church of Rome, but to all forms of Christianity. This is the land where the church of St. Peter has had an unbroken existence for nineteen centuries. BRITAIN’S GREAT LOSSES **You enter France—the same story is true, only aggra vated and multiplied a thousand fold. [4203]
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