“My child, you ask me what I cannot answer.  I spend many hours of prayer and study upon every sermon I preach, and seek to deliver it in the power of the Holy Spirit.  Then after having cast myself utterly upon Him, it is simply crushing to know that at times the message falls upon deaf ears.  The tide of worldliness sweeping over the churches is at the root of the whole matter.  Many to whom I preach are saved, but oh, so few surrendered!  They want just enough of Christ to help them in times of trouble, to make sure of heaven being their ultimate goal, and just as much of this world as they can possibly carry along.  It is their ambition to be His for eternity, but not for time.  Oh, that they might know the unspeakable joy of a consecrated life, and of leading souls to Him!  After once experiencing it, the charms of this world sink into utter insignificance, while the realities of the next become more and more certain.

“The weight of my responsibility well nigh crushes me at times, for the Lord knows that I want to lead His people aright.  How I yearn for absolute surrender upon the part of myself and of my church!  When I remember Christ’s words, ’Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh,’ it makes me fear that many, indeed, of this generation shall say in vain at that day, Lord, Lord!  It is a fearful thing for those who profess to know Him, to go up into His presence, leaving behind some still groping in darkness because of their unfaithfulness.  If it is possible now for the Saviour ever to be unhappy, surely lukewarm Christians must pain Him the most.”

“Father, I want to find Rosa.  If I had been more eager for her soul and for the glory of the Lord, I should have left the car and followed her.  How can I begin the search?  It seems so utterly impossible, yet I must.”

“My darling, it would be folly for you to try to find this child, but let us ask God to send her to us.  He can direct in some way.  He sees her this very moment, and sees us as well.”

A new and radiant light flooded Esther’s face with joy, as they arose from their knees.

“I am sure He will hear us, father, dear,” she said, “for it was by no mere chance I saw her today.  The Lord’s directing hand was in it.  He will, I know, forgive my unfaithfulness and open another opportunity.

“Let us sing ‘The Home of the Soul’, father.  How mother loved that song, when she knew that soon she would behold the beauties of the place!”

The two voices, the one a sweet soprano, the other a fine tenor, blended in the old-time hymn: 

    “I will sing you a song of that beautiful land,
    The far away home of the soul,
    Where no storms ever beat on that glittering strand,
    While the years of eternity roll.”

At the conclusion of the song, Esther kissed her father and quietly left the room.

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