Mrs. Balid was one of our famine girls in 1900, now a certified teacher and nurse. They were recently married at Kalyan. Both are members

of the Kalyan church.

Obeying the Holy Spirit

HEN Philip the evangelist was conducting a series of meetings in the villages of Samaria, the Holy Spirit spoke to him, and said, "Arise, and go toward the south . . . unto Gaza.'

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Philip immediately obeyed. On his way,

he met a high Ethiopian official, who was converted and baptized. We are told that this man went to Egypt and preached the gospel there.

If Philip had reasoned concerning his work in the villages as men are wont to reason, perhaps the man of Ethiopia would have been lost. Philip might have said, “I am doing a great work in these towns, Lord, and it seems unreasonable for me to leave such a promising field of labor for a 'oneman appointment,' and out in the country too." But he did not reason that way. When the Holy Spirit spoke, he was prompt to respond. When we walk with the Lord, we are always prompt to do as He suggests, and the results are blessed with divine fruit.

We have seen this repeatedly in the mission field in India. I was seeking to walk very closely with the Lord, and desirous of bringing His blessing to other souls. On a certain New Year's Day, a Christian friend and his family had arranged to take lunch in the forest, amid the beauties of nature, and I was invited to enjoy the occasion with them.

GO PREACH

It was a real treat to eat one meal out among God's spreading shade trees, reminding me of happy days at camp meetings in the homeland. No sooner was lunch over than the Holy Spirit began to speak to my heart, saying, "Go preach;" but was I not taking a "day off" with that good brother who worked so hard in the government office all the year? Still the voice said, "Go preach." When I told my host, he said, "Obey the Lord, and go preach." So my horse was saddled, and I was off to a village I had never visited before. Often before, as I had passed near this village, my heart had been moved to turn in, but I had felt that I could not spare the time.

The very hills and valleys seemed filled with the divine presence as I pursued my

journey. I recall even now the very turns in the road, and remember the places where my soul was specially blessed in obeying His sweet voice. With a note of victory I sang till the hills resounded with praises that day. The village was reached about four o'clock that afternoon. Few people were in sight, and I was tempted to think I could not gain an audience. But I felt sure of my call, and believed that God must have hearts there ready to receive the message; so, halting in front of the resthouse and temple, I began to sing a Christian song. Soon the people, hearing the singing, and wondering what was taking place, began to come from all directions. By the time I ceased singing, a good-sized congregation was quietly seated on the ground in front of me. I read the word of God to men who probably heard it for the first time. They listened intently, and my own heart was made glad as I beheld them.

LISTENING TO THE GOSPEL

The text I had chosen, "Have faith in God," opened up as I spoke, and thoughts from the Lord followed each other as fast as I could utter them. I felt special help

from above, and an assurance that God would bless the message. The people had never heard a Christian address before, but assented to the truth that there is but one true and living God, and that we should all obey and trust in Him. They acknowledged that they were all sinners. How reasonable the claims of Christ appear, when the Holy Spirit speaks to the hearts of men! That whole company of heathen believed the gospel message that afternoon. Repeatedly they said, "True, true," and "Yes, yes.'

I felt inspired with a royal message, and delivered it as best I could. Presently I observed one man much moved. Then I pressed home the message, and made several practical applications of it. I showed how sin had separated us from the true God, whom we should all love and obey, and that faith is the simple means by which we are to come back to our heavenly Father, and make Him a living reality in our lives.

That one poor heathen saw the point. His eyes moistened as he felt his load of sins, and longed for deliverance from them. Presently he exclaimed, "Buss! Buss!” ("That's enough!") Then he stood up, and asked if he might have that experience of