Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 5, 2025
"Yes," replied the clerk in answer to his enquiry, "there's a wire for Mr. Macgregor just come in. Bad news, too, I guess." The Convener took the message and read: "Your mother passed away in perfect peace this evening. Your message brought her great joy. She wished me to send this reply: 'The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. Stay at your post, lad, till He calls: HELEN."
And, at any rate, in these matters we remember gratefully the word that is written, 'He that is not against us is on our part." "Well, well," said the Assembly's Convener, "it may be so. It may be so. But what's to be done with Finlayson? And where will you get a successor for him?" "We can easily place Finlayson. He is a good man and will do excellent work in other fields.
The Superintendent was spending the precious hours of one of his rare visits at home in painful plodding through his correspondence. For it was part of the sacrifice his work demanded, and which he cheerfully made, that he should forsake home and wife and children for his work's sake. The Assembly's Convener found him in the midst of an orderly confusion of papers of different sorts.
"Yes," said the Convener, "God is always good. We sometimes cannot see it, but," he added, "it was a great matter that your sister could have been there with her." "My sister?" said Shock. "Oh!" a sudden flush reddening his pale cheek. "She's not my sister she's my she's our friend, yes, a dear friend. It would be a great joy to my mother to have her."
The Convener paused, still looking at the distant flowing hills. Then he turned to Shock and said solemnly, "We look to you to get them." Shock gasped. "To me! to get them!" "Yes, that's what we expect. Why! do you remember the old chap I told you about that old prospector who lives at Loon Lake? you will come across him, unless he has gone to the mountains.
The officials of the Church, of course, knew of the opportunity, but the members at large were not interested. Dr. Robson, as Convener of the Calabar Sub-Committee, pointed out how the situation was practically a crisis no ground had been broken west of the Cross River, no teachers had been sent to the east.
After a long and silent meditation, in which he seemed lost in far-wandering thoughts, his answer was, "If they will accept of me, I am also resolved to go!" I said, "Will you write the Convener to that effect, or let me do so?" He replied, "You may." A few minutes later his letter of offer was in the post-office. Next morning Dr.
"An extremely gratifying record," said the Superintendent, "especially when one considers its disorganized condition a year ago." "Yes, it's a good report," assented the Convener. "We had practically no support a year ago. Our strongest man " "Fink?" "Yes. You know Hank, I see. Well, Hank's enthusiasm and devotion were hardly of what you would call the purest type.
"Heresy-hunting doesn't flourish in the West," said the Superintendent. "There's no time for it. Some of the Eastern Presbyteries have too many men with more time on their hands than sense in their heads." "Certainly there was no time lost in this case," replied the Convener. "We knew Boyle's scholarship was right. We knew his heart was sound.
For hours Shock lay dead in sleep. Before nightfall the Convener went to look up Ike, and on his return found his guest still asleep. "Let him sleep, it will do him good," he said to his kind-hearted wife, who would have wakened Shock to have supper. "We'll let him sleep till an answer comes to his wire." Late at night he went down to the telegraph office.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking