k and told her that she was going to
be a missionary and that the field that she had chosen was India. And
in later days the other two told the same story. So they all three
went away to India to which she had so longed to go. And as they
passed out to the land of her love and her prayers this heroic soul
knew that she had not failed. And so God's call to Elijah, to you and
to me is to leave off our heart-breaking bookkeeping, to put our hands
in His and to resume the journey. And as we go we shall in some way
shake off our discouragement as a hampering garment and we shall find
ourselves in the sunlight once more. And we shall come to know for
ourselves that "Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is
stayed on Thee."

XI

THE SUPREME QUESTION--THE PHILIPPIAN JAILER

_Acts 16:30, 31_

"What must I do to be saved?" That question was asked by a startled
jailer. He was amidst strange and perplexing happenings. He had just
seen wonderful sights. He was being shaken by unfamiliar terrors. For
these terrors he sought relief and so he asked this infinitely wise
question: "What must I do to be saved?"

But this jailer is not the only man that has ever asked that question.
He is not the first man that asked it. This is a universal question.
Men of all times and of all climes have asked and sought an answer to
this question. The cultured Greeks tried to answer it by building
altars to many gods. Then realizing that they had missed it, they
sought further by building an altar to "the Unknown God." It was in an
effort to answer this question that children were once sacrificed to
the fire god, Moloch. And it is the struggle to answer the same
question that causes the Indian mother to-day to cast her baby into the
Ganges and to come home with empty arms and with an empty heart.

I heard a missionary from the heart of Africa say some years ago that
he used to live among the savage tribes of the far interior. They were
people of the lowest type. They wore no shred of clothing. But in
their wild and barbarous religious dances they would swing round and
round till they frothed at the mouth and fell down rigid. It was their
way, said the missionary, of asking the supreme question: "What must I
do to be saved?"

This was a dramatic moment in this jailer's life. It was a moment big
with blessing. Look at the picture. Two strange preachers have come
to this Roman city of Philippi. Their preachin