at an opportunity! What a challenge!

"Such a challenge calls for action," ruminated Mr. Beaver. "It calls
for immediate action, and yet action that is well planned, and will be
as effective as possible. How can we reach the largest number of souls
for Christ in the shortest time? But what can two people do, anyway?
We must have helpers. We must have a church building, and a native
evangelist or two. We must have a street chapel. We must have a
Christian school, for through it we can reach countless numbers of
young people. Our church and school will be established in the central
city of the area, of course. But then, think of all the smaller towns
and villages! As soon as things get going in the city, we must start
outstations in strategic market towns as well. We must organize tent
campaigns, making use of modern equipment--public address system,
recordings, films, and all the rest. We must also start a social
welfare program that will help us to get in touch with the poorer
classes--and aren't the bulk of the people always poor? A certain
amount of relief funds, administered carefully to the deserving, will
make the love of Christ known in a practical way, and surely will
attract folk to our church."

So ran the thoughts of Mr. and Mrs. Beaver, and, because they were
"go-getters," their plans were soon put into effect. A fine piece of
property was purchased. Buildings were erected: a residence for
themselves, a preaching hall opening directly on the main street, fine
school buildings, and a beautiful church building. Crowds of people
came to listen to the singing, to see Christian films, and to hear the
Gospel preached in simplicity and power. It was not long before people
were giving their names as inquirers. The missionaries' servants were
among the first to respond, and their friends and relatives followed.
Other helpers around the place were needed: a gardener, a gatekeeper,
and so on, and naturally these were chosen from among the first
converts. Soon the busy compound was like one happy family--all
gathering the first thing in the morning for prayer, and joining their
voices in song, praising the One of whom they had never heard three
months ago, but who now was their acknowledged Saviour. Callers came
from morning till night. Mr. Beaver was never too busy to see them, to
hear their tales of woe, to point them to the Saviour, and to give
them a little judicious help.

"It's not too wise," he thought, "to giv