In heaven there was once a great debate as to who was the greatest monument of God's grace. All breasts were bared and all secrets were told as the redeemed sought to pay tribute to the grace of God. One after another related the sin or transgression out of which Christ had delivered him. At length the choice seemed to be settling down upon one man who apparently had committed all sins. Iniquity after iniquity he related as he turned over the ghastly pages of his autobiography. And then he related how on his deathbed Christ came and saved him as he had saved the thief on the cross.
But just before the vote was taken another of the redeemed stepped forward and asked to tell his story. It was this: He had come to know and love Christ as a child and had followed him all the days of his life, and by his grace he had been kept from the sins and transgressions of which the others had spoken. Then the vote was taken; and it was not the drunkard, the thief, the adulterer, the perjurer, the murderer, or the blasphemer, but the man who had followed Christ all his days and had been kept by his grace who was selected as the greatest monument to the grace of God.
Booth-Tucker preached in Chicago one day, and out from the throng a burdened toiler came and said to him, before all the audience, "You can talk like that about how Christ is dear to you, and helps you; but if your wife was dead, as my wife is, and you had some babies crying for their mother who would never come back, you could not say what you are saying."
A little later Booth-Tucker lost his noble wife in a railway wreck, and the body was brought to Chicago and carried to the Salvation Army barracks for the funeral service. After others had conducted the funeral service he stood there by the casket, looked down into the face of the silent wife and mother, and said, "The other day when I was here, a man said, I could not say Christ was sufficient, if my wife were dead, and my children were crying for their mother. If that man is here, tell him that Christ is sufficient. My heart is all broken, my heart is all crushed, my heart is all bleeding, but there is a song in my heart and Christ put it there; and if that man is here, I tell him that, though my wife is gone and my children are motherless, Christ comforts me today." That man was there, and down the aisle he came, and fell down beside the casket, and said, "Verily, if Christ can help us like that, I will surrender to Him,"
"He giveth more grace when burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added affliction, He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance;
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done;
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources;
Our Father's full giving is only begun.
His love has no limit, His grace knows no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus He giveth and giveth and giveth again."—Selected.
Two brethren who differed on the question of the believer's safety in Christ were discussing the question, and one said to the other:
"I tell you a child of God is safe only so long as he stays in the lifeboat. He may jump out, and if he jumps out he is lost."
To this the other replied, saying: "You remind me of an incident in my own life. I took my little son out with me in a boat. I realized, as he did not, the danger of his falling or even jumping, into the water. So I sat with him all the time, and all the time I held him fast, so he could neither fall out, nor jump out, of the boat."
"But," said the first speaker, "he could have wriggled out of his coat and got away in spite of you."
"Oh," said the other, "you misunderstood me if you supposed I was holding his coat; I was holding him."—Christian Courier.
"Would you be my loyal subject if I should exercise grace instead of justice and forgive your crime?" said Queen Elizabeth to her would-be assassin. "That, madam, would be no grace at all, to found your grace on the condition of my merit. "Then I pardon you unconditionally," said the Queen. "That," replied the proud French woman as she clasped the Queen's feet, "that is queenly grace, and now I am your slave for life."—Gospel Herald.
God knows the way of the righteous,
Even though it be dark and drear;
He knows when we're tired and weary,
Our burdens too heavy to bear;
We ask, as the shadows lengthen,
"Lord, lift Thou this burden of care!"
And often His voice replieth:
"My child, I placed it for you there!
With grace that is all-sufficient,
That you might grow stronger in Me,
So trust, weary child, your Father,
He knoweth and careth for thee!"—Gospel Herald.
When Clara Barton was engaged in Red Cross work in Cuba, during the Spanish-American War, Col. Theodore Roosevelt came to her desiring to buy some delicacies for the sick and wounded men under his command. His request was refused. Roosevelt was troubled; he loved his men, and was ready to pay for the supplies out of his own pocket. "How can I get these things?" he asked. "I must have proper food for my sick men." "Just ask for them, Colonel," said the surgeon in charge of the Red Cross headquarters. "Oh," said the Colonel, "then I do ask for them." And he got, them at once; but you notice that he got them through grace, and not through purchase.—Onward.