THE BEAUTY OF GOD'S WORD

Billy Sunday Thirty-four years ago, with the Holy Spirit as my Guide, I entered the wonderful temple of Christianity. I entered the portico of Genesis, walked down through the Old Testament art galleries, where pictures of Noah and Abraham, Moses, Joseph, Isaac, Jacob and Daniel hung on the walls. I passed into the music room of the Psalms where the Spirit swept the keyboard of nature until it seemed that every reed and pipe in God’s great organ responded to the tuneful harp of David. I entered the chamber of Ecclesiastes, where the voice of the Preacher was heard: and into the conservatory of Sharon; the Lily of the Valley’s sweet scented spices filled and perfumed my life. I entered the business office of Proverbs, and then into the observatory room of the Prophets where I saw telescopes of various sizes, pointing to far-off events, but concen-trating mainly upon the Bright Morning Star. I entered the audience chamber of the King of Kings, and caught a vision of His glory from the standpoint of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. I passed into the Acts of the Apostles, where the Holy Spirit was doing His work in the formation of the infant Church. Then into the correspondence room where Paul, Peter, James and John sat penning the Epistles. I stepped into the Throne Room of Revelation where towered glittering peaks and got a vision of the King sitting upon the Throne in all His Glory, and I cried out: "All hail the power of Jesus’ Name Let Angels prostate fall. Bring forth the Royal Diadem And crown Him Lord of All." - The Railway Messenger