God Possesses a Body—See Children's Religious Ideas.
God, Presence of—See Presence of God.
God Proved—See Corn versus Gold.
GOD, RECOGNIZING
Dwight L. Moody in his sermons used to
tell of a mother who had an only child that
was an idiot. When it was fourteen years
of age a neighbor came in and found the
mother weeping in the bitterness of her
soul. Asking what was the matter, the
mother answered: "For fourteen years I
have cared for that child day and night; I
have given up society and spent my time with
her, and to-day she does not know me from
you. If she would only recognize me once
it would pay me for all I have ever done
for her."
Mr. Moody would add: "How many
are there over whom the Son of God
has watched and cared for and blest,
and who have never once recognized
Him, have never once looked up into
His face and said, "Thank you, Lord
Jesus."
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GOD REVEALED IN NATURE
The mosses on the rock, as well as the
trees that bend stately above them, the birds
that fly and sing in heaven, as well as the
clouds that gather and dissolve there, the
mimosa that closes its sensitive petals if a
footfall approaches, and the stars that reign
silent on empyreal thrones—each must in
turn give witness to the Most High; till the
frame of creation shall be all eclaircised,
not so much a pillar engraven around with
the trophies of omnipotence, as a solid but
transparent sphere of crystal, lighted from
within by the calm thought of God! (Text.)—Richard
S. Storrs.
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See Atom, The, A Witness to God.
God Self-revealed—See Demonstration.
GOD SENDS GIFTS
A lady physician in one of the mission
fields restored to health a beloved child of
a native. In gratitude the parents knelt at
her feet and not only thanked but worshiped
her as a god. She remonstrated, saying that
she was a mortal like themselves and worship
belonged only to God. They replied
that no one but a god could have saved their
loved one from death. "Whom would you
thank and praise," the missionary replied,
"for a princely gift sent by the hand of a
coolie—the servant or his generous master,
the giver? I am but God's coolie by whose
hand He has been pleased to send you this
great gift of healing." (Text.)
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GOD, SLEEPLESS CARE OF
This song of nightfall is by the Rev. Archibald Haddon:
The tangled threads, the untilled field,
The words unsaid, the tasks half done,
Battles unfought, and wounds unhealed,
Must wait until another sun.
Stars move, the tides and rivers roll,
Grass grows, rain falls on vale and hill.
And deep in my unconscious soul
The sleepless life of God works still.
I rest on thy unwearied mind;
Thy planning and thy love go on,
Nor dost thou leave me far behind;
I'm carried to another dawn.
The new day breaks. From earth's old mold
Fresh flowers grow along my way.
New light is flashed on problems old;
On ancient life new forces play.
O wondrous, wakeful Warden! When
The last great nightfall comes to me,
From that deep slumber rouse me then,
That I Thy tireless child may be. (Text.)
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GOD SURROUNDING THE SOUL
Constant communion will surround us
with an atmosphere through which none of
the many influences which threaten our
Christian life and our Christian work can
penetrate. As the diver in his bell sits dry
at the bottom of the sea, and draws a pure
air from the free heavens far above him, and
is parted from that murderous waste of
green death that clings so closely round the
translucent crystal walls which keep him
safe, so we, enclosed in God, shall repel from
ourselves all that would overflow to destroy
us and our work, and may by His grace lay
deeper than the waters some courses in the
great building that shall one day rise, stately
and many-mansioned, from out of the conquered
waves. (Text.)—Alexander McLaren.
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