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Sunday, September 1, 1996

Saved at Last

My dad had a nominal Christian upbringing, but he quickly departed from it and launched into a life of sin. My mother married him with a similar experience. Together they raised four boys, and two girls--I was the youngest of...

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Thursday, August 1, 1996

The God Awakening

I want to be used by the Lord," is frequently expressed by people when they become new creatures in Christ. This book is the story of how the Lord granted my desire to see a new work begin in an...

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Monday, July 1, 1996

H. A. Ironside’s All in All

From his first days as a Christian in the Salvation Army, Harry Ironside had a deep passion for winning lost souls for the Lord. By the time he was nineteen, he was already preaching well over four hundred sermons a...

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Saturday, June 1, 1996

Preaching in the Lion’s Den

The man was laid out just where he was killed, in the Parker House, on the east side of the Plaza in San Francisco. Taking my stand near the corpse, I sang: That awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour...

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Wednesday, May 1, 1996

Hibbing or Bust!

From the beginning of our marriage, Gladys and I used our vacations to either hold special meetings, or to distribute tracts. The story really began the summer that A. N. O'Brien, an older brother who meant much to us in our...

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Monday, April 1, 1996

Here I Raise My Ebenezer!

I grew up in a little community in Kentucky called Ebenezer, a name taken for the Hebrew for "Hitherto hath the Lord helped us" (1 Sam. 7:12). The name was quite appropriate considering how the Lord has led in my...

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Monday, January 1, 1996

The Proof of the Pudding

A testimony should talk. Why so? Because the proof of the pudding is in the eating. A genuine Christian experience is hard to refute, in many cases, impossible. All attempts to contradict such testimonies only reveal their weakness in the...

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Friday, December 1, 1995

Life-Lines

Many years ago, Dr. Valpy, a well-known English scholar, wrote a little four-line verse as the longing of his heart and the confession of his faith. Some time afterward, he gave a copy of the words to his friend, Dr....

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Wednesday, November 1, 1995

The Nail-Pierced Hand

I was born, the son of Jewish parents, in the city of Frankfurt on Main, in southwest Germany. My father, a successful insurance representative, was a loyal subject of the ruling house of the Hohenzollern and felt that he was...

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