Northwestern Bible School - Scroll Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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CDr. ‘Robert £. CDoyer Our First Mate His teaching ministry that has stood fearlessly for the Word in its every detail and the life which has so perfectly exemplified the lessons taught have been outstanding in his contacts with us,.,, Plain and direct of method as teacher; ready willing and efficient as counsellor; staunch true and upright in example as friend, he well deserves the position of high esteem he enjoys among all who love the Word of Faith he knows so well. Page Fifteen

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1 K are almost as common with die church members as with the world? What has happened to break the ecclesiastical morale?” Multitudinous answers are being given. Some say it was the late war that loosened all established foundations- others believe that invention of machinery has undermined all morals, but the truth is that these are minor factors when compared with that curse of the centuries—- the rejection of Christian creeds. When those were thrown away, the ecclesiastical pilots consented to attempt to steer the craft of Church Life without chart or compass, and to run the narrows and shoals without sounding plummet. The result cannot be other than moral chaos, fogs and confusion for the ecclesiastical craft. Shipwreck is the certain and only possible result . Within the year marvelous things have transpired in marine mechanics. The U, S. Steam¬ ship ' Stoddcrf’ was sent to sea without a man on hoard. Under radio control it ran at the rate of 26 knots, and made a 160-degree turn at the will of a seaman who stood before a box with eight typewriter keys, through which he expressed his ethereal command. The newspapers reported that both the commanders and sailors were amazed as they studied the procedure of seeing the ‘Stoddert” put through her paces, slowing, speeding, turning 10 degrees right and then 90 degrees left, and finally putting clear about in a circle within a quarter-mile radius. But on her way to San Clemente Island, something snapped in the radio equipment and instantly the ship came to a stop, turned off her steam, and whistled loudly for help- her crew- had to go out to her and bring her into port. What that something was to the movements of the ship, the combination of Creed and Conscience is to the life and conduct of die soul. Break their vital contact, and intelligent progress ends, and the soul itself is left a helpless bark on the sea of time, destined to drive before the winds of skepticism and lay the waves of unbelief to temporal and eternal wreck. What a ship is without the power of personality to direct it, life, is without Christ as Pilot. H. L. Hastings tells the story of a Sailor Mission address which he had delivered one night, at the close of which Captain Nickerson rose and told a personal experience, to this effect: 16 In the year 1861 I was a sailor on board the ‘Heroine of Darien, Georgia, bound for Montevideo, South America. On board the ship was a young sailor who ridiculed my faith and laughed at my piety, but when the eight bells rang and the watch was changed, George the sailor took a bucket to get some water to fetch to the pump. As he flung it over the side of the vessel, it filled so instantly that the rapid motion of the ship jerked him overboard. A boat was launched, and we searched through the darkness until by the sound of his voice we reached him, hauled him into the boat, and took him back to the ship; and, after giving him correct treatment, made him as comfortable in his bunk as possible. The next morning I said to him, ‘George, did you think you were lost?’ “ T certainly did? “ Now, be honest; what did you do? u 1 prayed he answered. ' But I thought last night that you did not believe there was a God 3 “ That’s different’ A man sitting up on deck in perfect comfort can get on without a Creed, but when he is floundering in the deep and fighting against darkness, and conscious that any moment may be his last, infidelity and blasphemy take wings, and faith in God as one’s only help finds natural expression. “My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus ' blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus 3 Name Page Fourierfi

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Christ in the A Meditation c By R. L. Moyi-r Mark 4;3M1 T HESE verses describe a storm on the sea of Galilee, when our Lord and His disciples were crossing it. They also depict a miracle performed by our Lord, in which that storm was calmed. Verse 35. “And the same day , when the even was come .” That day was a day in which our Lord used a ship for a pulpit—a day of wonderful and masterful teaching (Mark 4:1). Now that day of ministry Is far spent, and evening comcth, “The night cometh when no man can work” (John 9:4) May the evening of our day come with our duty well done. ‘ ' He saith unto them , f Let us pass over unto the other side ” That is, to the other side of the sea of Galilee, Well, servant of Christ, thank God that life hath its “other side.” Heaven lieth over there. When the roil of our day is over, we, too, shall cross over to the “other side.” “Let hj!” What blessed company on the way to the other shore! Verse 36, “Ancf when they had sent away the multitude, they took Him even as He was m the ship” “Took Him as He was!” And how was He? Weary, worn, weak. He had a body like our own. He had been about His Father’s business all day. Do you know what it is to be tired with the strain and tension of a day in that field of souls white unto the harvest? He know-s the weary frames and aching heads in this weary world. He has felt them. He is really man, as He is God. He felt just as you and I feel after a strenuous day’s toil. “They took Him”—He was so weary, so worn, so weakened in body as to be almost helpless. “They took Him”—in that same ship. “They took Him”—-assisted Him to the place of rest. His day was done, and now that “the even was come,” He fell “asleep.” Verse 37. And there arose a great storm of wind, and the wares heat Into the ship” In the calm of the evening the boat put away from the shore, and then, suddenly, unexpectedly, it was caught in the midst of the furious storm. It was tossed up and down in the tempest, and the disciples were troubled and thought of death. To follow Christ, to serve Christ, does not mean freedom from storms. For the voyage o’er the sea of life He has promised grace, with glory at the end, but He lias never promised that we shall have no storms. And, dear one In Christ, we need the storms of life. Storms teach us, and strengthen us. Storms wean us from the world, and woo us to heaven. We heard the man of God say It: “Take from my life the days bright and sunshlney, if you must, but don’t take from me the dark and stormy days for in those days I met Him.” Oh! The precious lessons of the days of storm! Verse 38. “And He was m the hinder part of the ship , asleep on a pillow” “Something attempted, something done, has earned a night’s repose.” Storms cannot disturb the peace of the Person of Peace—nor should they disturb ours, for He said, “Let not your heart be troubled ” “Asleep”—as a Man, but watchful as God, for “He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.” “He was in the ship.” “Christ In us, the hope of glory.” “I wall never leave thee.” “Our hope lies not in the absence of danger, hut in the presence of Christ ” Jeremy Taylor said, “Far safer in the middle of the storm with God than anywhere else with¬ out Him.” All of His ought to be able to say, “With Christ in the vessel I smile at the storm.” Page Sixteen