Yarns the Missionaries Tell 43

so and so, ‘A Better Day is Coming, A Morning
Promised Long.’’’ Soon the notes of the old hymn
were floating round the room with all the power that
a few of us, principally myself, could give to it.
Then came the address, brief and to the point,
namely that it is only in Jesus that we find the proper
perspective for judging values. Only in Him do we
come to know what are really the rights of men.
He, too, is the law for persons, as nature, so called,
is the law for the material world. Anything done
in the world that is contrary to the spirit of Jesus
comes back to the ones who did it like a boomerang
and there is no respect of persons with God. Then
followed a period of questions, some of which I
answered satisfactorily to all, some of them a bit
satisfactorily to myself, and some of them not at all
and with frank acknowledgment of my inability.
In the end, as the leader of the men was setting forth
his ideas of religion and the church, the foreman put
his head in the door and told the speaker that this
was my night. I informed him that I had given
the man permission to speak, but there the meeting
ended.

Then there are meetings held in the homes of the
people. An unusual one comes to my mind. Not
that the service itself was unusual but that it took so
long to get into that home to havea meeting. I had
been kept on the doorstep the first time I called, and
had only seen a part of the woman’s face as she
looked at me through the three-inch space to which
she had opened the door. To all my questions she