Devoted to the Propagation and Defense of New Testament Christianity
VOLUME 1
November 3, 1949
NUMBER 26, PAGE 7

The Overflow

F. Y. T.

Six months With this issue we begin our second half-year with Gospel Guardian. The response to the first six months has been most gratifying. In addition to letters from all over the nation, our subscribers have expressed their appreciation in the most acceptable of all ways, by getting new readers for the paper. We thank you, and pledge ourselves anew to the task of supplying a weekly gospel paper that will fill the need which so many thousands have voiced through the past few years.

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From a Freed-Hardeman student

"I've only been a member of the Lord's church for two years now, but I've seen enough to know that not all preachers are preaching the gospel boldly as did the apostles. Had it not been for plain gospel preaching I probably never would have learned the truth and left the Baptist church. Yes, the truth cut me to the heart; and I went out to prove the preacher wrong, but in my efforts to prove him wrong, I found out that I was the one who was wrong in the sight of God... I also appreciate the stand of the Guardian against colleges becoming parasites on the congregations of the Lord. I have been attending Freed-Hardeman College for the past two years, but that doesn't mean I approve of all things which come to pass. There are many here who appreciate what the Gospel Guardian is doing in striking at the very roots of the things that are troubling the church today.

—Louis E. FIy, Henderson, Tennessee

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He guarded the Lord's money We have this story from the preacher to whom it happened. Preaching for a small congregation in the Texas panhandle during the depression years, he and his wife were barely existing on their $50.00 a months salary. Their plight became so dire that the congregation finally decide to give them a grocery shower. Which they did—a very nice one. Early next morning the church treasurer called up, asking the preacher to make an itemized list of all groceries received so he could deduct the cost of them from the next salary check...and to think they shot a nice fellow like Jesse James.

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Billingsley—Rogers—Tant

"Bro. Will Rogers of Morrillton, Arkansas, who for twenty years has trained the children of Southern Christian Home to sing, is again available for singing in gospel meetings. He can go anywhere and is one of our very best song leaders. As a God-fearing and praying Christian he is an asset to any good meeting. Address him at Morrillton."

—Dr. C. B. Billingsley

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(For several years the editor of this paper preached for the Park Hill church in Fort Smith, Arkansas, where Dr. Billingsley was, and is, an elder, and where Will Rogers led singing. From personal knowledge and experience we can add an unqualified endorsement to what is said of Bro. Rogers. He will not disappoint you.)

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"Some fell on the rocky places"

Enthusiasm effervescent Vows fidelity incessant, Fizzles, fizzles, Frizzles, frizzles, Presently becomes senescent.

—Jack G. Dunn

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Evangelistic issue For the benefit of many new subscribers we repeat an announcement previously made in the second issue in each month is always devoted exclusively to evangelistic material. You may want to save it to hand to your non-Christian friends and relatives. Watch for it next week.

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"You may quote me"

"I see in the Gospel Guardian's Overflow of October 6 that a Mr. Anonymous, supposedly from Parkersburg, W. Va., had written derogatory remarks about Bro. Dennis' comment on the use of a piano in church weddings, especially in the Ohio Valley. Well, I'm not Mr. Anonymous! And in my judgment, no other native preacher in the Ohio Valley is Mr. Anonymous. In fact, I sort of doubt if this Mr. Anonymous lives in Parkersburg. Anyone that played this stunt shows plainly that his product is so much like that of a skunk that he is ashamed to sign it."

C. D. Plum, Parkersburg, W. Va.

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Wallace "coming and going" Somebody tried to send Bro. Foy E. Wallace, Jr., a Christmas present last fall, addressing it to the place where he was then in a meeting. The present finally reached our Lufkin office in August, having followed Bro. Wallace all over Texas, Oklahoma, Arizona, California, and a few other places. Bro. Wallace's address is Box 1804, Oklahoma City, the same as it has been for the past fifteen years. Inasmuch as most of his work this winter will be divided between Texas and California, he has settled his family in Amarillo, Texas, (1904 Monroe Street) for the school term. By having them there he says he can see them "coming and going" between California and Texas. You may write him at either address.

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Bible boneheads from a "radio pastor"

Riding through Texas the other day we picked up one of these "radio pastors" on the car radio. He is E. F. Webber, and carries on programs on a number of Texas and Oklahoma stations. For a Bible student his broadcasts are almost as funny as an old time vaudeville. For example, in the one short program we heard he declared (1) that Dan was never counted among the tribes of Israel because "he led Israel into idolatry," (2) that the Bible teaches it is impossible for the devil to be in more than one place at a time, and that all temptations coming to people at the same time in different parts of the world are not temptations from the devil, but from various ones of his "imps," (3) that Peter told Paul in Acts 22:16 to "arise and be saved by calling on the name of the Lord." Were it not for the fact that this character is deceiving many ignorant people, he ought to get a sponsor and compete with Bob Hope and Fred Allen as one of the top comics of the air waves.

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Very much confused Jack Meyer, preacher for Tenth and Francis congregation in Oklahoma City, prints this one in his weekly church paper: Bystander: "Look at that youngster—the one with the cropped hair, the cigarette, and the trousers. Is it a boy or a girl?" Worker: "Its a girl—my daughter, sir." Bystander; "My dear sir, please forgive me; I never would have been so outspoken if I had known you were her father." 'Worker: "I am not her father, sir; I am her mother."