t. Talk about your Alexanders; why, the mighty power of
God rested upon Paul. "Why," said he, "thrice was I shipwrecked while
going off to preach the gospel." What did he care about that? Cold
churches wouldn't trouble him, although they trouble us. What would
lying elders and false deacons be to him? That wouldn't stop him. He had
but one idea, and over all obstacles he triumphed for that one idea.
Look at him as he comes back from his punishment. He goes up some side
street and gets lodgings. He works during the day and preaches at night
on the street. He had no building like this, no committee to wait on
him, no carriage to carry him from the meeting, no one to be waiting to
pay his board bills. There he was toiling and preaching, and, after
preaching for eighteen months, they say, "We'll have to pay you for all
this preaching, Paul," and they take him to the corner of the street
and pay him with thirty-nine stripes! That is the way they paid him.
Oh, my friends, when you look at the lives of such men don't it make
you feel ashamed of yourselves. I confess I feel like hanging my head.
Go to him in the Philippian jail and ask him what he is going to do now.
"Do? press forward for the mark of my high calling." And so he went on
looking toward one point, and no man could stand before him.

Saved and Saving.

One day I saw a steel engraving that I liked very much. I thought it was
the finest thing I ever had seen, at the time, and I bought it. It was a
picture of a woman coming out of the water, and clinging with both arms
to the cross. There she came out of the drowning waves with both arms
around the cross perfectly safe. Afterwards, I saw another picture that
spoiled this one for me entirely, it was so much more lovely. It was a
picture of a person coming out of the dark waters, with one arm clinging
to the cross and with the other she was lifting some one else out of the
waves. That is what I like. Keep a firm hold upon the cross, but always
try to rescue another from the drowning.

A Story Moody "Never will Forget."

A few years ago, in a town somewhere in this state, a merchant died, and
while he was lying a corpse I was told a story I will never forget. When
the physician that attended him saw there was no chance for him here, he
thought it would be time to talk about Christ to the dying man. And
there are a great many Christians just like this physician. They wait
till a man is just entering the other wo