The Judgment
JAMES M. TAYLOR
The Judgment
By JAMES M.TAYLOR
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James M. Taylor
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The Judgment.
BY
James M. Taylor, Missionary Evangelist
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JAMES M. TAYLOR MISSIONARY EVANGELIST
The thought of "making books" has never possessed the writer, but this sermon preached for years, under many different flags, until it has become as my own child, has been owned of God in bringing conviction to hundreds of hearts. People have often approached me asking, ''Is that sermon in print?'' I decided that, if God could afford to bless the hearing of the message, He could also bless the reading of it. Will you pray with me that it may be true?
March 7, 1912. At Home. James M. Taylor.
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James M. Taylor.
"He hath appointed a day in the which He will judge the world in righteousness by that Man whom He hath ordained; whereof He hath given assurance unto all men, in that He hath raised Him from the dead.'' (Acts 17: 31.) ''For we shall all stand before the judgment seat of Christ." (Rom. 14: 10.)
That :first passage of Scripture may more correctly be read, "He hath appointed a day in the which He will judge the world righteously (rather than in righteousness) by that Man whom He hath ordained." Allow me to read it supplementing the word Jesus. "He hath appointed a day in the which He will judge the world righteously by Jesus Christ." "For we shall all stand before the judgment seat of Christ."
It is said that on one occasion there was brought before the Governor of the State of Indiana, a criminal making his plea for a pardon; but, after he had made his plea before the Governor, the chief executive
of that state turned to the criminal and said, "Sir, if I grant you a pardon and allow you to go free, will you ever take advantage of another poor, barefooted, fatherless, homeless boy in rags, to kick, abuse and curse him like a dog, when he is working his way up the Ohio River on your steamer7'' The criminal said, ''Governor, I don't understand you.'' Asking the same question again, the criminal insisted that he didn't understand him. Finally the Governor said, "Sir, I am the barefooted, fatherless, homeless boy who was working my way up the Ohio River on your steamer. You took advantage of my poverty and helpless state to kick, abuse and curse me like a dog. You had the right to do it then, you were on the throne and I was at your footstool, and could not help my,self, but I am on the throne to-day, sir, and yo1,1 are at my footstool. What are you going to do?"
Ynu and I are on the throne tonight; Jesus Christ is standing at the door of your heart knocking, begging, and saying, ''If you will open and let me in, I will dine with you.'' You have a perfect right to fasten the door, refuse to open it, and keep Him out, but the tide is going to change, and tomorrow He will be on the throne, with you and I at His footstool, and our dealings with Him to-night are going to determine His with us to-morrow. How are you treating the Son of God7
The Judgment referred to in my text is not the Judgment where men and women discover what their future destiny is; it does not refer to a time
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when a man has learned whether his portion is Hell or Heaven, but to a time out yonder when we shall have stepped from the stage of action, when time is over, influence has run her race and wrought according to the deeds done in the body. Men are not rewarded salvation for righteous doings; men cannot preach, pray or labor in the vineyard of the Lord a sufficient length of time to affect their salvation one iota; men cannot put enough memorial windows into a church, salary missionaries, organize city missions, and start rescue homes, nor lead a sufficient number of people to Jesus Christ to affect their salvation. Men and women are not saved by their good works, but through the merits of the spilt Blood of Jesus Christ.
On the other hand, men and women are not damned by their wicked works. Men cannot drink enough whiskey, men cannot wade in iniquity chin deep a sufficient length of time, they cannot wade in unrighteousness, and delve in idolatry, nor dye their hands a sufficient number of times in the blood of their fellows to affect the damnation of their souls. It is not cursing and lying, not the act of adultery, not a sinful life that damns a man; but rejecting the spilt Blood of the,Son of God, by which men make their way to eternal night. To my mind, the thing that will make Hell more intolerable than all other things combined will be the fact that an immortal soul, created in the image of God, for the purpose of glorifying Him, and having fellowship with Him, out yonder somewhere, when he has waded through
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a mother's prayers, has fought his way through the prayers of camp-meetings and revival services, has tramped past the blood-bespattered, tear-stained path of the martyrs, has splashed his unhallowed feet through the Blood of Jesus Christ, stumbled over His broken body and stopped his ears to the cries of the Man on the Cross; has literally fought his way through the pleadings of the Holy Ghost until he has made his bed in an awful Hell; has looked back and seen his past life-every lie he told, every adultery he committed, every murder he was guilty of, and all the sins of his youth; has seen that Christ hung on the tree, paid the price, secured the pardon, wrote out the receipt; that then he will think HI am not here because I did these things; I am here from the fact that when my .Friend offered me my pardon I turned my back on Him; when He offered me my receipt, I refused it; when He offered me help, I spurned His mercies. I am here, not on account of what I did, but because I refused help when it was offered to me.''
1\1:en are saved through the Blood of Jesus. That is the reason why some of us are uncomfortable in a camp-meeting like we have been having here to-day. We are thinking about the thirteen hundred million of God's creation who cannot believe the Book because they have never even seen it; who cannot love Jesus, for they have never heard of Him; who cannot worship Him, because they do not know about Him. That is why we are uncomfortable, and wonder why people can get so hilarious and shout and have a good
time, without sandwiching in between it a few tears, sighs, a little sacrifice, and some thought of going to let others know that He spilt His Blood for them also. My text refers to the time out yonder where that man who has been saved through the merits of the Blood of Jesus Christ will, as a saved man, be rewarded according to his good works, the "deeds done in the body," and learn, if you please, the extent of his salvation. My text refers to the time out yonder when that man who, through rejecting the Blood of Jesus Christ, is lost, will also be rewarded for the ''deeds done in the body,'' and learn the extent of his damnation. You say, "I am not so bad as some. I pay my debts, and do this and that and the other." No difference what you have done and what you have not done, the question is, "What about the Blood of Jesus Christf" It is not a question of whether you are a Universalist, a Unitarian, a Christian Scientist, a self-righteous character or •what not; the question is not, What have you donef nor, What have you not donef but, What about the Blood of Jesusf
A few thousand people gathered on the Island of St. 'rhomas for the evening service. Conviction was on the people and, after the seats were cleared away, there were four or five hundred on their knees, their hands up and their heads back, weeping their way to ,Jesus, pleading for pardon. One year from that date, on another journey to the island of Porto Rico, we stopped over, waiting for another ship. One day a woman came to visit us. She was plainly dressed.,
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but clean and happy. She said, "Mr. Taylor, you don't remember me?'' ''No,'' I said, ''I don't think I ever met you.'' ''No, you never met me. Do you remember the last night of your meeting in Charlotte Amelia?'' ''Yes.'' ''Do you remember four or five hundred people seeking God that night?" ''Yes.'' ''Do you remember a woman standing by one of the posts in rags and filth, barefooted and bareheaded, who had broken everyone of the Ten Commandments, whose hands were dripping with the blood of human beings; she was then drunk?'' ''I remember her.'' ''Do you remember leading her to the altar?" "I remember all about it; she accepted Jesus.'' She straightened up and grew about six inches taller, and a smile like that of an archangel spread over her black face. ''Mr. Taylor,'' she said, "that used to be me. But I met Jesus that night and His Blood washed me and made me white. He put my feet on the Rock. He shaped my goings, and for these twelve months I have been walking for God every day." I looked at her and said, "Thank God!" It doesn't matter what they have done, nor what they have not done, if they get to the Blood of Jesus it is all right. But it doesn't matter what they have done, if they do not get to the Blood of Jesus, it is all wrong. Out yonder when we are rewarded according to our works, we will learn the extent of our salvation, if saved through His Blood, or the extent of our damnation, if lost through rejecting the Blood of Jesus.
A gentleman said to me a few years ago, after
Robert Ingersoll had one day dropped from his chair into eternity, "Mr. Taylor, Bob Ingersoll knows what his future is now, doesn't he?" Our reply was, "No." ''Why,'' my friend replied, ''don't you think Ingersoll knows that he is damned?" I said "Yes, but Hell, in the primary meaning of the word, would be a flower-garden for Bob Ingersoll, compared with what his real future must be. He must wait until the lectures he gave ridiculing the Son of God, crippling the faith of weak believers and followers of the Christ; he must wait until these people have gone on and crippled others, and they have crippled others, and they a multitude; yes, he must wait until the books he ,v:i1ote have been read and re-read, quoted and re-quoted, until out yonder a mighty gulf stream of blasted lives, wrecked characters, ruined homes, benighted spirits and damned souls comes up before the throne of Almighty God, through his influence, to be rewarded according to the deeds done in the body, before he can know what his real future iR going to be.'' There is a lot tied up in this thing; ''It is not all of death to die."
A few things about this Judgment Day we will do well to· notice. It doesn't matter to us whether it is a day of twenty-four hours or a period of one thousand years, or simply a period of time; that is not the thing we have to deal with. Out yonder when we have stepped from the stage of action, when Bible Schools and camp-meetings are no more, when we have either discharged or neglected our Juty to this world; out yonder in the regions beyond, when
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these things are all over, when time is wound up and eternity is setting in; out yonder somewhere, when influence has run her race and wrought her accomplishments, there somewhere we are to meet and have the books balanced and the accounts audited; we have to face the thing and stand by the resolutions we are making to-night. Are we living for that day?
First: Everybody will be there. Near Washington City a few years ago in a camp-meeting, I mentioned what great crowds I had seen. I said that I had preached to ten thousand people at one time. I have preached in South America in open-air services to ten thousand people eager to hear the Word of God, and have preached before daylight to half as many people as I have before me to-night, and seen more souls seek the Lord than you will see to-night, or in any other service during this camp-meeting.
A lady in our capitol city who heard me make the statement, said, "You never saw a crowd. You ought to come to Washington at the Inauguration. I went one day down on Pennsylvania Avenue, took my lunch-box, my camp-stool, got my place and sat down early in the morning. I kept that place until four or five o'clock in the afternoon. Pennsylvania Avenue from curb to curb, was packed with a seething mass of humanity marching by in the Inaugural Parade.'' As I listened to her, I thought, "There is a bigger thing than that coming, and we are all headed for it, and going to be on hand on that day." 1\1:y text refers to a time when we will all be at the Judg-
ment. Adam will say to Eve, ''Come on, we are going to the Judgment. Bring Cain and Abel, get Isaac, don't forget Jacob and Joseph, bring Moses and Daniel, remember Caleb, stop in for the Judges, drop in and get the Prophets, major and minor, don't forget John the Baptist, stop by for the disciples, John Bunyan, John Knox, George Fox, John Wesley, and everybody who persecuted them and made light of them; don't forget the men who occupied the seats in the Colosseum, when the Christians were being fed to the wild beasts; "\:)ring the saints and sinners of all ages before the throne of God, for a final review."
You and I are in that march to-night; we are headed that way; they are beating double-quick time and we are marching to it.
It was my privilege to attend the opening of the Court of Policy in the city of Georgetown, British Guiana, South America. We missionaries were invited, so we took our seats and watched the proceedings, and the boys in red were to pas& in review. I had visited them on the outposts of the British Government in British Guiana, up the rivers where they had tigers and boa-constrictors for companions. I had preached Jesus to them and had seen many of them seek and find Him. I knew the rations they lived on and the pay they got; I watched them as the Governor, with his white gloves on, viewed them. He would stop a man, touch his gun, get something black on his hand, and the man at his side would take notes; I watched them awhile with keen interest, and said to myself, ''James Milburn Taylor, you are
on the drill field, you are getting ready for the opening of the Court of Policy; you are getting ready for the final great review before the Governor, the King of kings and Lord of lords, and He is going to in spect the army." The way we are drilling to...day determines the way we are going to pass out yonder. What about itY How are you gettin6 along on the drill fieldY Are you getting ready for that day? How is it going to beY
Second: Nothing will be hid. Everybody will be there, but that is not the worst part of it. Your wife will be there, and that other woman too. Nothing to laugh about! The very fact that a minister can be allowed to say anything like that from the platform and it be received with a smile ought to move this congregation to tears. Your husband will be there and that carriage drive, that trip to the park, that trip to another city will be exposed. Your mother will be there too. That heart-broken woman, that tired, stoop-shouldered man, those barefooted, hungry children out of school will all be there, and the books will be on hand showing why he didn't get his money.
Members of the church will be there, members of the Holiness Movement will be there. and nothing will be hid. Every secret thing, whether good are evil, will all be made manifest on that day. Some years ago the railroad authorities were convinced that they had struck a fine thing when they started their secret service men out with a little square box, concealed, so they could catch the captain as he emptied his glass, or on entering a house he ought
not to enter. Railroad companies are a great deal more strict than churches; they won't take ''any old thing" that comes along. A fellow has to measure up pretty square before they will have anything to do with him. A man can be a leading member in some churches that couldn't brake on "an old shortdog'' freight train. When they called a man on the carpet, he knew his name was ''Dennis'' because they had taken a snapshot when he was not expecting to be caught: he had nothing to say. I have a brother-inlaw who is superintendent of motive power on a large railroad. He waij master mechanic a few years before being promoted to his present position. I have been with him in his private office and seen him pull out facts and figures from the drawer of his desk. An engineer or fireman would be there. ''You were in such and such a town? You got off because you were sick?'' ''Yes.'' ''Who was your doctor? At what hotel did you stop? How long were you thereY" Then he would pull out the pictures, the answer to his questions in black and white, and show them; then fire him out. I would turn to him and say, "W--, you are heartless. That man has a family to support." "Hold on, James, you can preach, but you can't run a railroad. I have thousands of lives in my hands and millions of property, and must protect it. I owe it to the men whose property I am shipping; to the families whose lives I have in my hands, to give them engineers and firemen who are straight, up-and-down, all-around men, who can be counted on." As I listened to him, I thought, "If
a master mechanic of a railroad, who has no share in the company and its finances, must be so strict, in the name of God what will it be over yonder when I am called to face the Master and answer according to the deeds done in the body?'' Are you living for that day? "Oh," you say, "I am saved and sanctified.'' I am not asking if you are saved and sanctified, are you living for that day? They got into the snapshot business and thought it was something, but God Almighty has been in the snapshot business ever since Adam was a baby in the Garden of Eden.
On Saturday nights He is taking snapshots between twelve and one o'clock down on the avenue, where no eye but His is looking. He has been taking snapshots in your city when a party here was supposed to be in another city "on a business trip." He took a snapshot that Saturday afternoon down at the hotel, and in that apartment house over in Chicago. He has been taking snapshots, and is holding the pictures for His magic-lantern slides on that day when all the secret things of your life and mine, which are not covered by the Blood of Jesus, will be put out on the canvas of the skies, for the piercing eye of an assembled universe.
Are you ready for that day when everybody will be present; when every secret thing, good or evil, will be spread on the canvas of the skies for the world to read, for that other husband to look at, for your mother to scan, your creditors to understand, your pastor to see, your community to look into? Are you ready for that day7
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I remember a certain meeting my wife and I were conducting in a city in one of the Middle States. The meeting had gone on four or five days, when a fellow took it upon himself to curse the meeting and the preacher. He cursed the preaching, and cursed everything but God. Somebody told me about it, and I said, "That's all right; there is a dead cat up the branch somewhere, and God will sooner or later bring the thing out.'' God will give a man about so much rope, and then lie will break his own neck, but there is always a cause for it. If you gee a man with his unholy lips, making unclean, unholy remarks about the people of God, it is always conclusive proof that there is something wrong up the stream of his life somewhere. The thing went on three or four days when the wife of the leading merchant in that city went to the altar seeking Jesus and didn't find Him. She came back the next service and I preached on confession. She didn't care about coming to the altar and went home. Her husband came to see Mrs. Taylor and myself. He said, "My wife is not able to come to the service, but wants help. We want you and Mrs. Taylor to go home with me." Seated in the parlor, we asked her, "Sister, do you really want to get to God?" "Yes, but there is no use now after what you have preached," she told me. "All right; goodbye; we will be going." I won't try to pump a confession out of anybody. God will burn a thing out of a man with conviction. He will roast a man until he will thank God for the privilege of asking
forgiveness, making restoration and straightening up. We started to leave, and she began, ''I am in Hell; I have to get out of Hell in order to get to Heaven,'' and she poured one of the most awful stories into our ears we ever listened to. She told how the president of a certain factory, from the time she and her husband came to that city, began to show her attention; finally she said, ''I began to draw comparisons.'' Look out! Wife, the day you begin to draw comparisons between your husband and another, woe be unto you and cursed be the hour! Finally she threw up her hands, and said, ''I am a ruined woman.'' She was telling us about the man who had cursed the preacher, and said that such a preacher ought to be run out of the city. God says "every secret thing" -the secret of your talk against the people of God, or some child of God; every secret thing shall be strct<'hc•d out on the canvas of the skies for an assembled universe to look upon. Are you ready for that day?
In a Western city there were a number of preachers in the meeting, among others the speaker of the hour. The pre'acher of the evening took his text from the Bible, waded into sin and shook things over the pit right and left. When he got through with the service I stepped back near the door to shake hands with the people. The church boss was there, one of those men who carry the preacher around in their vest pocket. He was standing with his sleeves pulled up, saying, "Preaching like that will bust this church all to pieces.'' I said, ''Let her bust and let's see
what is on the inside." The truth is, my friends, Gospel preaching don't "bust churches,'' but it busts old, dry hides in some churches. Gospel preaching makes churches, bless God! It lets the old train make better time. That man said, "I will stop this meeting before to-morrow night.'' He talked like he owned the town. He was superintendent of the Sunday-school, chairman of the official board, and l!leemed to own the whole thing; thought he had the reins in his own hands. But the pastor of that church was a man who had a piece of steel in his spine. He had once been an infidel. Gordon, in his book on prayer, tells the story of his conversion as I heard the man's own wife tell it across the table. He was a U. S. senator, and belonged to an infidel club in Washington City. His little wife, a frail body, began fasting and praying. She said, ''For three days I fasted and laid on my face in my bed-chamber, crying to God. He heard my prayers and reached my husband.'' Congress was in session and he was there. He took sick, bought a railroad ticket and hurried to his home in a Western state, where he took his bed. The doctor visited him, but could not diagnose the case. He said, "Wife, what do you think is the matter?'' She said, ''I think you are under conviction and need salvation." She told me about it, and said, ''Brother Taylor, God answered my prayer and saved my husband.'' With tears running down his cheeks, the husband testified that it was true. He gave up his race for governor, though at that time the nominee of the leading party, entered the ministry
of the Methodist Episcopal Church, and was pastor at this place. He was not after money. The church-member referred to told him the meeting had to stop. But he said, ''I won't tell them to stop.'' The meeting went on. A reporter met another evangelist and me on the street Monday morning, and said, "You folks had a warm time up at the church last nightY" "Yes." "Pretty lively timeY That man was making it pretty warm?'' ''Yes.'' We kept saying ''yes,'' we knew more than that wouldn't be healthy. You know reporters can read between monosyllables, and write volumes from them. He said, ''Gentlemen, I am an old sinner; what I say doesn't count, but if you just fool with me a little I will put it in my paper in the morning. I know what I am talking about. I can give you the name of the flat and the number of the street where that man has rooms rented in Chicago, pays his rent, visits Chicago regularly, supports a woman there, ttnd has a wife and nice family here. He is living a double life. That is why he could not stand the sermon last night.''
My text speaks of a time out yonder when time will be no more, and where everything, whether good or evil, will be put on the canvas of the skies for your enemies and friends, the deceived and the deceiver, to read. Are you living for that day, and ready for that time?
A friend of mine was called to hold a meeting in a certain capitol city of the South, in a church where the state officials held their membership, if
they w re members of that denomination. He preached five days and raised the devil. A certain man went to the pastor and said, ''Such preaching as that will ruin our church." The pastor said, "Now, brother, it is only five more days, and I have invited him and want him to stay." But he could not make his argument carry. Looking the pastor in the face, he said, ''Do you know what my quarterage is? I have just come to tell you that my quarterage will stop this year unless the meeting closes this morning.'' They stopped the meeting that day, and the preacher left town. It wasn't ninety days until I read in the daily papers of that state how this same gentleman had pocketed between one hundred and fifty and two hundred thousand dollars of state money, as treasurer of the state. He had it down in his jeans when he stopped the preacher, who was preaching against sin and calling it by its right name. He decided that he would have to get rid of that preacher and that way of preaching, or get rid of his two hundred thousand dollars. He decided he would hold the money and ship the preacher, and he put on striped breeches as a result of it.
Are you ready for that day? It is appalling the way things are going now. You will find it in every daily paper you pick up. It is just a bird's-eye view of how things are going to be on that day. Are you ready for the Judgment? Are you ready for that day when that lingering handshake will be pictured on the canvas, when that insinuative look of the eye will be pictured on the canvas of the skies; for that
day when the flash of the face and that sickening, devilish grin, that lecherous, sinful life will be pictur• ed on the canvas of the skiest Are you ready for that dayT
Third: It is to be a righteous judgment-the first rigl1teous judgment. Men down here own courts, buy judges, purchase witnesses; buy them like buying chickens and eggs; grin at you when you talk to them about how the case will go. Do you remember that case in the city of Chicago, where a certain wealthy man had been tried and came out at the little end of the horn?
Although he had been found guilty on more than twenty counts, he had money and car. ried it to the higher courts. He could buy courts, employ witnesses, and land the thing to suit himself. When asked by a reporter what he had to say about the case, he smiled and said, ''The fight has just begun." But the court I am talking about is to be one of righteous judgment. The scarred.handed, scarred.footed Son of God is to mount the bench and conduct a righteous judgment-better appeal your case and carry it to that court.
A lecherous scoundrel can enter a mother's home, rob her of her daughter, rob her daughter of virtue, kick her out of society, grin over his fiendish act, laugh about his lecherous, treacherous work, and ring another doorbell and be received with outstretched arms. Another woman who is acquainted with the devilish act he has committed will admit him to her parlors, wl!J welcome the lecherous scoundrel and at
the same time kick her sister down for. an act like his own,
I sat on a camp-meeting platform recently and watched a mother's daughter, a girl who had made a misstep, as she was weeping her way to Jesus. As I saw her eyes expressing distress, unbidden tears coursing down her cheeks, I had a crying spell in my own bosom. What is there for her nowY God will forgive, but society will not. Society will put a premium on the scoundrel who robbed her of her virtue, but it will kick her down. My text talks about a day out yonder when there will be a righteous judgment. Are you living for one like that?
At a meeting we were holding, wife and I were entertained royally at the home of an officer in the Baptist Church. His young wife had been led to Christ in my early ministry, when she was a mere girl. God had blessed their home with two little ones. A happier family I never visited. We returned in less than two years to hold a second meeting in the same town, and while I preached, there sat a young widow over to my right. In her arms she held one baby, and the other clung to her skirt. Dressed in full mourning, she wept like her heart was broken. At the close of the service she took me by the hand, but could not speak. I said, ''God bless you. Jesus loves you, and knows all about it." "Brother Taylor, it is so hard, so hard!'' You ask, What of her husband? He was in the store one day, in the back room, when a certain political wire worker, a scoundrel of the baser sort, turned to some others and said,
''I will settle J-P-; see if I don't.'' He walked in and they heard a revolver, then he came out, saying, ''Gentlemen, I want you to search and see that J have no :firearms on me, for there will be talk about this, and I don't want any suspicion laid on me.'' They hurried to J- P-. He was lying in a pool of blood, holding a revolver in his hand, the one that fellow had shot him with, and his four-year-old boy was splashing around in his father's hot blood, crying, "Papa! Papa! Papa!" but papa could not reply. They took up the corpse, and arrested the man, took him to the courthouse and held a mock trial; you couldn't call it other than mock, but he was a political wire worker; he ran the thing and they didn't dare turn him down, they were afraid of the results. She said, ''I meet him on the street, he passes me on the sidewalk when I have the baby in my arms, and will say in an undertone, 'Oh, yes, I :fixed him!' What will I do, Brother Taylor1"' she asked. What could I tell this gjrl? I said, ''There is a higher court, there is a supreme court of all the supreme courts of the universe, and the Judge is your Friend; you will know Him by His scarred hands and pierced side; you will see the scars on His forehead. Carry your case to His court and simply leave it there until court opens. Be on hand that morning and the thing will be tried by a just God.'' I am living for that day. Misrepresentations, lies and misunderstan'dings, what do they all amount to? There is a higher court, bless God! We will carry them to the supreme court of the universe. Broken-hearted mother, weary-
hearted young woman, lied upon, life blasted, wishing for death, it is only a few hours. I believe the bell is ringing now-they will soon call. The court is now open;-just a few hours, carry your case over there and have it tried by your best Friend, according to justice, before an assembled universe of people who have criticized, misunderstood, misrepresented and have lied about you. A lot of things will come out on that day. Save yourself the trouble of trying to bring things out right here, for you will never get them right. Carry them to the higher court.
THE SOUTH AMERICAN SITUATION.
(In
a Nut-shell.)
By James M. Taylor, Missionary Evangelist, Knoxville, Tenn.
Thousands who have heard the author lecture on South America will be glad to know that he has put in book form many of the startling facts and :figures given in his addresses about this neglected land and people.
A hundred thousand copies of this l'!emarkable little book scattered through the United States and Canada will open the eyes of the people, and turn a stream of men, money and prayers toward our neighboring continent.
Paper binding, 10 cents.
AN EARNEST APPEAL.
By Mrs. James M. Taylor.
An address given by Mrs. Taylor at an Annual Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church on Woman's Missionary Day.
From the heart of a woman who has been on the field studying the missionary problems of the world, and is now devoting her life to foreign work. Paper binding, 10 cents.
James M. Taylor, Missionary Evangelist,
807 Deery Street,Knoxville, Tenn.
A FAVOR.
We would like our friends to know that we carry a nice line of religious books-a variety of possibly 150 or 200 books and pamphlets. We make a specialty of missionary literature, particularly books on South America.
Any orders our friends may see fit to favor us with will be appreciated, and profits from same will help make possible the missionary work we are trying to carry on. Out catalogue will be sent on request.
HENRY, THE CONVERTED HINDU.
The life of this Ilindu gives the reader a new idea of the conditions existing in South America, where hundreds of thousands of East Indians are carried as indenture k:L· bor, bringing with them child-marriage, wife-murder and heathen worship.
After :five y rs acquaintance with Henry, furnishing his support as native missionary, the author has been able, out of private conversation. to gather much of interest concerning his people: that the public never hears about.
This book is of intense interest; has been written, and is now o:ffered for sale, in the interest of missionary work in South America. It is illustrated with eleven pictures, showing real Hindu life and Henry's work among his people.
We are anxious for you to help us with the sale of the book by taking orders for it. Write for instructions.
Printed on good, supercalendareJ paper, attractive binding.
Price, 10 cents.
.Tames M. Taylor, Missionary Evangelist,
807 Deery Street, Knoxville, Tenn.
"C4MPAIGNING·
FOR GOD IN CARIBB EA.N WATERS.''
JainesM. Taylor, MissionaryEvangelist.
This book, written by :Mr. and Mrs. Taylor on their first trip to the West Indies and South America, gives a graphic view of the places visited and conditions existing. It tells of the beginning of the work by the author and wife, which has resulted in some 18,000 seeking the Savior, a few dozen missionaries put to work, and thousands of dollars turned to the field.
It has been carefully revised and, in answer to many calls, a new edition is just off the press. If you want to learn about "our West Indian neighbors" and "South American cousins," their habits, religions and needs, get this book.
Paper binding, 25 cents.
James M. Taylor, MissionaryEva.ngelist,
Three Books for the Unsaved.
James M. Taylor, Missionary Evangelist.
''The Judgment.''
Paper binding, 10 cents.
''The Wrath of God.''
Paper binding, 10 cents.
"Your Sin Will Find You Out."
Paper binding, 10 cents.
These sermons, preached by the author in campmeetings and revivals throughout the United States and Canada, and missionary evangelistic campaign s in other countries, have touched thousands. They are now put in book form to answer the call of Christian workers for ''cheap boqklets to put in the hands of the unsaved.''
The publisher is anxious to give them a wide circulation, and offers very special prices on them in quantities.
The three sent postpaid for 25 cents.
Address
James M. Taylor, Missionary Evangelist,
807 Deery St., Knoxville, Tenn.
James Milburn Taylor was born July 27, 1873 in Blount County in Eastern Tennessee. In 1887, at a camp-meetng, Taylor experienced salvaton and became involved in the Methodist Episcopal Church, South. In January of 1895 he had his sanctfcaton experience and became a part of the Holiness Movement as an actve evangelist. He preached throughout Tennessee and Kentucky through the early 1900s, while making Knoxville, Tennessee his main center of operatons. He became associated with William Godbey and other Holiness fgures, publishing a number of booklets independently for his ministry. Many of these were published by H.C. Morrison’s Pentecostal Publishing Company.
In the early 1900s Taylor was involved with the Interdenominatonal Missionary Prayer League and the Holiness Union of the South, which helped sponsor Taylor on an evangelistc tour of the West Indies in 1906 and 1907. This included St. Thomas, St. Croix, Dominica, Antgua, Barbados, the Britsh Guianas, and Surinam among other islands, making him one of the pioneer missionaries of the English-speaking Caribbean. In 1912, Taylor, along with S. W. Edwards of the Holiness Union of the South did an evangelistc tour of Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, and Panama. This was one of the earliest Holiness missions to Central America. From January to June of 1914, Taylor did an evangelistc tour of South America including Panama, Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, and Chile.
By 1917, Taylor had become the Secretary for Missions of the Methodist Episcopal Church Board of Foreign Missions and made missionary tours to Mexico and Asia, including Japan, Korea, China, India, Malaysia, Burma, and the Philippines. In 1921 Taylor became president of Taylor University, a positon which he held for six months untl he lef under a scandal. Taylor then went on the Chautauqua circuit speaking about his many travels, at least tll 1926, before fnally disappearing from the pages of history.