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Thomas Champness Broken Bread, from an Evangelist's Wallet

Can we not hear the mother cry out, as she touches the cold clay—“Would to God I had died the day I believed the lie!” What a picture for a painter like Rembrandt would that first funeral be! And what are churchyards and cemeteries but the proofs that the devil lied? Have you a grave? Does the clay cover the form once dearer than life to you? Let it plead with you to believe God and his word, rather than to trust to the old serpent.
Let us be thankful that the seed of the woman is the Saviour of Men. Eden is not all shadow, even after the loss of purity. There is a promise yet to be fulfilled.
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Thomas Champness Broken Bread, from an Evangelist's Wallet

Is not this the spirit which should animate Christians to-day? It is not one Goliath merely, there are many. Drunkenness, Profanity, Superstition, Infidelity, and a host of others are not only defying us, but destroying us. Is it not true that the armies of the alien are robbing our families and churches, plundering us of the results of years of toil? Think, in one department alone, how we are spoiled. We refer to the Sabbath school. What a small percentage of those who pass through our schools become stable members of the church! What crowds of our children become the slaves of sin!
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Thomas Champness Broken Bread, from an Evangelist's Wallet

I wish some of those who are denying themselves the luxury of giving, because they have determined to have a splendid estate for their children, would think “How will my mansion look with the blinds down, and a hearse at the door with a coffin in it, with my name on a silver plate?” We cannot refuse to help the poor, and hear Jesus say, “Well done.” We cannot save money for selfish purposes and go to heaven. Besides, to leave riches for those who come after us is the way to have dry eyes at our funeral!
Source: Gutenberg

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