Tárogató, 1939-1940 (2. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1939-07-01 / 1-2. szám
TÁROGATÓ IS said to him, “My boy, always remember your power for service will depend upon your personal goodness.” God means all his servants to be natural, perfectly so, but he means them to be good, It makes but little difference how learned and eloquent a man may be if the factor of personal goodness is lacking. A man may talk like an archangel, but if he has not “the mind of Christ” he will be powerless. Goodness is not like a coat of paint, it goes clear through the man’s being. No matter where you find the good man he is ever and always good. There is no letting down the bars to please a few chosen friends; his godliness is something which admits of no exceptions. The good man is good in the church, but he is just as good in the home, and he never leaves his goodness behind when he goes to business. When Christ dwells in any heart all may know. A recent “straw vote,” taken in the United States by Fortune Magazine, showed more than fifty-six per cent, of the voters willing to join in a democratic front forcibly to restrain the dictator nations from further conquest. This shows a marvellous change of front in the territory covered by the vote. All the glass stocks in Germany are not enough to repair the windows broken in the recent anti-Jewish outbreak, and there will have to be imported about $2,000,000 worth of glass for this purpose. And the advertising which Germany gets through such outbreaks will cost her much more than the broken windows. A BRAVE BATTLE FOR LIFE In the Grenfell Hospital at Cartwright, in Labrador, is a seventy-two-year-old man who made a journey of three hundred miles from the deserted coast of Northern Labrador to a hospital alone in a sailing boat. Ernest Doane’s battle with the wintry seas and winds makes stirring reading. Taken ill in a remote part of the coast, he realized that somehow or other he must get himself to hospital. He was so weak that all he could swallow was hot water, and he lashed himself to the wheel of his sailing boat and headed for the doctor. The craft made good headway until a strong Arctic gale blew up, and the first bit of a bad luck came when the sail jibbed unexpectedly and the boom snapped. Then his engine went dead and it seemed that the end had come; but with masterly seamanship this Labrador man managed to splice the boom and manoeuvre the boat into a little bay, where he spied a wireless pole. Though this turned out to be only part of an abandoned wireless station he was able to find tools with which to mend the engine, and soon he was out at sea again. Three days later the engine stopped, and by this time he was so exhausted that he had not the strength to hoist the sail. He would have perished had he not then heard the sound of a motor boat in the distance, and managed to fire a gun which was heard by the men in the boat. They picked him up and took him to hospital, where, when we last heard of him, he was making a steady recovery. —The Explorer. THE WORLD’S BIBLE Christ has no hands but ours to do his work today; He has no feet but our feet to lead men in his way. He has no tongue but our tongue to tell men how he died; He has no help but our help to bring them to his side. We are the only Bible the careless world will read; We are the sinner’s gospel, we are the scoffer’s creed. We are the Lord’s last message, given in deed and word; What if the type is crooked? What if the print is blurred? What if our hands are busy with other work than his? What if our feet are walking where sin’s allurement is? What if our tongues are speaking of things his lips would spurn? How can we hope to help him and hasten his return? —Annie Johnson Flint. The Wakaw, Saskatchewan, Trail Rangers worked out a plan to assist the church and its people in facing the second year of crop failure in the Prince Albert Presbytery. They have cut down four big loads of trees, on Saturdays, and have hauled them to town. The wood is now cut up and stored in the basement of the church.
