p. 10 | No Frontier by G. B. Thompson

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 20, 1914

“No Frontier”

By G. B. Thompson

It is said that in an old Moravian version of the Scriptures there is a beautiful translation of the words of Gabriel to Mary concerning the kingdom of Christ. In the Authorized Version it reads: “And of his kingdom there shall be no end.” Luke 1:33. In this Moravian version it is rendered, “And his kingdom shall have no frontier.”

The kingdoms of earth have their limits. Their area can be defined. The sum of their square miles can be calculated. There is a border, a frontier, somewhere. The frontier of the United States has changed from time to time, as her possessions have grown and her power has increased. But the kingdom of God embraces all; there is no frontier. When finally established, it will fill the world.

Then, too, the kingdom is spiritual. The commission of God to his church is that they extend the borders of this kingdom throughout the world. A warning message, the last men will ever hear, is to go to every nation. The time is here for deeper missionary zeal to stir our hearts.

When Robert Moffat, who spent so many years in Africa as a missionary and explorer, was asked once to write in a young lady’s album, he penned the following lines:—

“My album is a savage breast, Where tempests brood and shadows rest, Without one ray of light; To write the name of Jesus there, And see the savage bow in prayer, And point to worlds more bright and fair,— This is my soul’s delight.”

These words express the true missionary spirit. There is no frontier to our work. Its limits are the limits only of the world itself. The lengthening shadows admonish us that the sun of earth’s history is approaching the horizon. To those who awaken from sleep the Lord will give light. G. B. THOMPSON.