ere,
before their conversion. But now that it is too late to share in the
bliss of the glorious Translation, I have discovered that Religion,
without Christ, without the Regeneration of the New Birth, is evidently
useless, otherwise, I, with scores of others in this church, this
morning, who have, for years, listened to a full-orbed gospel from our
God-filled translated pastor, would be now with those of our loved ones
who have 'ascended up on high.'"

He paused for the briefest fraction of a second, a look of keenest
anguish filled his face, his eyes grew moist with unshed tears, and
were full of appeal, of enquiry, as he swept the great assembly, crying:

"There must be thousands upon thousands left in our land, who, like
myself, deceived themselves, and thus, unwittingly deceived others, and
in whose souls there rises the cry: 'How can we find God? Who will
show us the way?'

"Friends, I have searched my New Testament from end to end. I have
been up two whole nights, and I have read the New Testament through
from Matthew to Revelation, twice. But I can find no provision for the
position I find myself in. I can find no guidance as to how to be
saved. The whole situation is too solemn, too awful for any fooling.
Does anyone here know? Can anyone here tell us how we may find God,
now that the salt of the earth--the real Christians are gone, and now,
too, that the Holy Spirit who, of old time--not yet a full week, but it
seems an eternity--led souls to God through Christ."

There was something so solemn, so pathetic in the man's manner and
utterance, that even the ribald fools who had previously interrupted,
were silent.

The hush was intense. The ticking of the clock could be heard
distinctly.

Impelled by a power which he could not have defined or described, Ralph
Bastin rose to his feet.

The hush deepened. Then a voice broke the silence, crying:

"Bastin, editor of 'The Courier'!"

He was very pale, but the light of a rare courage flashed in his eyes.
He acknowledged the recognition of himself by an inclination of the
head. Then amid a strange hush he began to speak, his voice husky, at
first, rapidly clearing as he went on:

"Friends, I take it that this is the most momentous Sunday that has
ever been, since the first one--the day of the resurrection of the
Christ. Our friend who has just spoken has surely voiced the question
of many hearts here this morning, and many other troubled hearts th