And His bride ascends to meet Him in the air.
“When the roll is called up yonder,
We’ll be filled with joy and wonder,
When we see the blood-washed number;
Some from every tribe and nation will be there.”
THE NEEDS OF CENTRAL AMERICA
There is a land not far away. It lies on our own continent. It is a land of tropical beauty, where cocoanut palms wave their tall green branches in the breeze, and where flowers bloom the year around. The banana, pineapple, orange, and many other tropical trees and plants yield their fruit in rich abundance. The chatter of innumerable parrots and the sweet songs of many birds are heard from the great tall trees of the forests. Scantily-clad brown-faced boys and girls run about. Seeing it, one is made to say, “What a beautiful country!”
But, ah! As one advances inland, leaving the pretty harbor of Corinto, on the Pacific coast, the signs of the enemy’s work are on man and beast.