Strong brainy men give themselves wholly to the task, and spend hundreds of thousands of dollars within a few months.  And then, four years later, they proceed as enthusiastically as before to go over the whole ground again.  We need as thorough organizing, as aggressive enthusiasm, and as intelligent planning for this great task which our Master has put into our hands.

And we have a driving motive power greater than any campaign-manager ever had or has—­a Jesus who sets fire to one’s whole being, with a passion of love that burns up every other flame.  We need a Church as thoroughly organized, and every man in it with a burning heart for this great service.

The World-winning Climb.

An old school-master, talking to his class one morning, many years ago, told a story of an early experience he had had in Europe.  He was one of a party travelling in Switzerland.  They had gotten as far as Chamounix, and were planning to climb Mont Blanc.  That peak, you know, is the highest of the Alps, and is called the monarch of European mountains.  While it is now ascended every day in season, the climb is a very difficult task.

It requires strength and courage and much special preparation; and is still attended with such danger that the authorities of Chamounix have laid down rigid regulations for those who attempt it.  One’s outfit must be reduced to the very lowest limit.  And, of course, nothing else can be done while climbing.  It absorbs all one’s strength and thought.

There were two parties in the little square of the town, making their preparations with the guides.  One young Englishman disregarded all the directions of the guides.  He loaded himself with things which he positively declared were absolutely essential to his plans.

He had a small case of wine and some delicacies for his appetite.  He had a camera with which he proposed to take views of himself and his party at different stages of the climb.  He had a batch of note-books in which he intended recording his impressions as he proceeded, which were afterward to be printed for the information, and, he hoped, admiration of the world.  A picturesque cap and a gayly colored blanket were part of his outfit.

The old toughened guides, experienced by many a severe tug and storm in the difficulties ahead, protested earnestly.  But it made no impression on the ambitious youth.  At last they whispered together, and allowed him to have his own way.  And the party started.

Six hours later the second party followed.  At the little inn where they spent the first night they found the wine and food delicacies.  The guides laughed.  “The Englishman has found that he cannot humor his stomach if he would climb Mont Blanc,” one of them said grimly.  A little farther up they found the note-book and camera; still higher up, the gay robe and fancy cap had been abandoned.  And at last they found the young fellow at the summit in leather jacket, exhausted and panting for breath.