rom long distance. He allowed
himself to be thrown overboard. And that is the price you and I have
to pay for real service. "Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground
and die, it abideth alone; but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit."

So Jonah was cast into the sea. But by losing his life he found it. A
friend of mine told recently of an experience of his in dealing with a
British soldier in India. This soldier was seeking salvation. They
prayed together. But as they were about to separate, the soldier was
not satisfied. He staggered against the wall and prayed after this
fashion: "Lord, my sins are many. I am unworthy of thy salvation. I
am unworthy of a vision of thy face. But if there is any place that
you want some man to die for you I would count it as a great favor if
you would let me be that man." "And then suddenly," said my friend,
"the light came into his face and he was conscious of the presence of
Christ."

If you will do this to-day, stop running from God and turn and walk
with Him, you will find that Nineveh is not a city of restlessness and
wretchedness. But you will find that it is a city rich in fellowship
with God and in the blessed experience of that peace that passeth all
understanding. Which way are you going to travel from this hour? Out
of that door you will go in a moment facing toward Nineveh or toward
Tarshish. Which way will you face? May God grant that every step you
take from this hour may be toward Nineveh.

III

THE ROMANCE OF FAITH--PETER

_Matthew 14:28_

"Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water." I could not
tell you how many times I have read this fascinating story. I have
turned to it again and again. But in spite of its familiarity it
always grips me. I can never read it thoughtfully without a thrill. I
can never expose my soul to the vital truth of it without being helped
and made a little bit more hopeful and I trust a little bit better.

Look at the picture. Here is a little ship in the midst of a storm at
sea. A dozen men are manning the oars, battling with the tempest,
fighting through the long hours of the night with the storm-whipped
sea, fisticuffing with death, and yet getting nowhere. It has been
long hours since they left the shore. It is now three o'clock in the
morning, but they have made very little progress.

I have a fancy that they have become very tired and very discouraged.
And more than once has on