e village where I began my ministry the Baptist tower held
the town clock. I lived but a few doors away. I went to bed by it. I
studied by it. I was wakened by it. Even now, and many years have passed
since then, I can hear its clear bell strike the hours.

The strangest clock I ever saw was in China. I went up the West River to
the city of Canton. I was carried through the narrow, smelly, crowded
streets to the top of a little hill at the city's edge. There, on the
very tip-top I saw the "Water Clock." I read, "This water clock is a
most ancient, authentic, celebrated and sacred relic of Kwong Tung
Province, over 1,300 years old. It was erected on the top story of the
north Worshiping Tower which was built by Chin To, King of the South of
China."

It was a strange, crude affair, run by water. I stood and looked at it
and thought, "This clock was running when George Washington was
president; it was running when Christopher Columbus sailed on his great
voyage of discovery; long years, long centuries before that it was
built."

But there is a clock surpassing all others. I call it God's clock. It is
the Sun. Since time began God's clock has kept time. It is the central
clock of our universe. It regulates all others. It does not have to be
wound. God has seen to that. How can we help worshiping the God who has
made such a clock!

MEMORY VERSE, _Psalm_ 74: 16

"The day is thine, the night also is thine; thou hast prepared the
light and the sun."

MEMORY HYMN [47]

_"Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear."_

THE HUMAN KODAK

I wonder how many of you have a kodak. Yes, many of you own one. What a
wonderful little machine a kodak is! First we buy a film, then we open
the kodak and place the film. Now pull the paper over to the empty roll
and fasten, close the kodak and begin to wind. Oh, here you are, No. 1.
The day is clear, for we must have a clear day to get the best picture.
We hold the kodak very steady, then snap, we have it. Next we pull a
little slide in the back, take a pencil and write down the date and
name. Let me see, what was that picture? Oh, yes, "Chrysanthemum (is
that the way to spell it?) exhibition." Next the films are developed,
and the kodak pictures are complete, all but pasting them in a big book.

For all that the kodak is a whole lot of fuss, isn't it? But, do you
know, each one of us has a kodak God has given him which works itself.
We have the open circle through which t