B. JUDGE by B. Judge

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 11, 1913

B. JUDGE

By B. Judge

Sumatra

We wish we could transport the readers of these few lines across to the land where they were written, Sumatra, that they might see some of the sights and scenes that abound on its shores.

Passions burn deep in the hearts of the people who inhabit this land,—passions in their multifarious forms which degrade the soul and bring man down to the lowest depths. Perhaps you ask, Then why should you like to transport us to see such sights as these? Ah! not that you might see these scenes without seeing in its contrast the soul that has been won from such depths and translated into the kingdom of God's dear Son.

I have in mind one young man who was so bad that his parents, having exhausted all other plans at reformation, tried to bring him under the influence of Christianity, thinking there might be something in it that would restrain their son. However, they only wanted him to become a good young man; they did not want him to become a Christian and cast off his parents' religion. Just as long as his parents tried to bring him under Christian influence, he did not want anything to do with it. But one day, when they were no longer interested regarding the influence of Christianity upon him, God touched his heart, changed it, and today he is a worker for God. At times when he is at work among the people, they remind him of his past life; then springs forth his testimony, “I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth.”

Here is a work that is worth giving your life for, here is a cross worth lifting high above the world, here is the gospel worth proclaiming to earth's remotest bounds. By your prayers, by your means, by your own surrendered life, to go, to do, to be what he may bid you,—by these means will you not help us to give it? Perhaps God is making his last call to you for help.