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                         NEGLECTED ARABIA


                               Missionary News and Letters /                                      :

                                     Published Quarterly
                    for private circulation among the friends of
                                THE ARABIAN MISSION
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                        Reflections o£ a Quarter Century
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           • aT '                     Rev. John Van Ess

             0    N THE 18th of October 1902 I stood at the stem of the Anchor                     ,  i
                    Line Steamship Columbia and watched the shores of America
                    fade away. It seems only yesterday. Never once in all that
                    quarter century that has elapsed have I felt one pang of regret                 i:
             * my decision to go to Arabia, nor once have I been conscious of sacri-                «!i
             fcc in so doing. Indeed, I have found everything and lost nothing. The                 f\
             «aJy tiling that bothers me is that, since by Jesus’ own definition, tliscinlo-      M
           S|kl|» Hiunt Involve aacrllico, my diieluleihi|) may bo lacking a vital elc-           ■
             •MUt< I l°vcii my country, and still alwuys feel a lump in my throat
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             •hell 1 see Old Glory again on each succeeding, furlough. I loved my                   .*• ;
             kxnc, nor has ever a person been blessed with a better. And yet, not
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             ier anything in the world would I miss the exhilaration of the task, the
             Wosd sweep of new horizons, the fellowship of a peerless body of ’men
             wd women, and. the special presence of Christ, which have been my lot
             ■ this quarter century. And this is the first reflection.
               The second is this: Twenty-five years ago I visualized myself as a
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             Ught of the Cross sallying forth to attack the citadel of Islam. I had        «
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             Wi<ht and well-tried armour, sharp and shining weapons. It was to be a                  I
             Unle and a triumph. As the years went by, and I caravaned with
             Christ on shimmering noon-days, or sat with Him through breathless
             a«hu and learned to know and love the sons of Shem, His kinsmen, the
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             ■fm of battle and conflict, of strife and victory and vindication, have
             needed. I have discarded the old conception of citadels and arenas and
             g] the imagery so foreign to Himself, and have tried to learn from Him                 ; *
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             His own method and language, His thought and purpose, His ideas and                       ;
             »kals, and to measure success by what He approved. In the house of                      :•
             <«aun the leper when the woman poured upon His head the alabaster                      t ;
             tritc of precious ointment, the disciples murmured and said: To what
                    is this waste? In that hour Christ deprecated the measuring of
             mccai by pounds and pence, spent or saved, by figures and statistics.
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              -She hath done what she could, she hath done a good work unto me,"
              •w the criterion He set, and a sufficient justification for her effort.
              1U» the Arabian Mission been successful in its forty years of effort? It              »
              a* in so far as it has done honor to Christ. I strike a match and blow
              tv'll. For a fleeting second it was aglow, and now In my luuul rciiuiliin











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