An artist who plans to exhibit a painting inspects every brush stroke, adding a slight touch here, deftly changing a shade there, until the very day of exhibition. The Lord God is working that way with us now.

One Sunday I was preaching in Philadelphia. My subject was a rehearsal of the verses in the Scripture in which God treats His work concerning our sin. As I preached this great message of deliverance, I noted a boy about twelve years old. He was sitting in the gallery, and he leaned forward, holding the rail, listening with great intentness. When I came to my summing up I put all of the promises into a single sentence. Our sins are forgiven, forgotten, cleansed, pardoned, atoned for, remitted, covered; they have been cast into the depths of the sea, blotted out as a thick cloud, removed as far as the cast is from the west, remembered against us no more forever, cast behind God's back.

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Several years ago I was preaching for a few days in Portland, Oregon. At the close of one of the evening meetings a young minister invited me to drive with him the next day, to view the noble grandeur of the Columbia River Valley. I never like to go to the Northwest without seeing this, for I believe it to be the most beautiful river valley in the world. The next morning he and his wife picked me up at my hotel. The wife remarked on the blessing of the service the evening before when I had preached on the joys of being joined to the Lord Jesus Christ. Her exact words were, "Oh! Doctor! That message last night was such a blessing to me. All the way home my heart was just turning handsprings at the thought of all that we have in Christ."

A young man from the west, got off an express train at Trenton, New Jersey. He wanted to go to Princeton, and he had been told that at that hour of the day, his best connection would be to walk a block or two from the railroad station and take a streetcar. It was his first time in a city of any size, and he was proud enough to wish to get along without asking for information. He walked to the car tracks where he saw a car marked "Princeton." He boarded it, and paid his fare...He realized they were nearing the end of the line, when the conductor began turning the seat backs to face the opposite direction. As the young man picked up his valise he finally asked, "Which way is the campus of Princeton University?" The conductor looked at him, dumbfounded, and asked, "Did you want to go to Princeton? You should have taken this car going in the other direction. You are in Hamilton Square."