Christ for Me! and Other Addresses

By Charles Forbes Taylor

First published in 1933, this volume is a collection of Christian messages from Dr. Charles Forbes Taylor, “given in the heat of the day to many thousands of busy people—business men and women, young people from banks, offices, factory and college; housewives downtown shopping—with the ever-drifting crowd found in any large city.”

Dr. Taylor’s aim through these spiritual messages was to provide “courage, inspire hope, stir faith, and bring cheer,—with an occasional admonition—to the various people of our modern civilization who must do everything in a hurry—even die.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Papamoa Press
• Release date: Dec 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9781789125962

Charles Forbes Taylor

Charles Forbes Taylor was born August 19, 1899, in Burton upon Trent, Staffordshire, England, to Charles Taylor and Mary Ada Forbes Taylor. He married Olive May Simmons on January 13, 1922, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. They had two children. Charlie was a well-known evangelist who travelled with his father and his brother Laurie, a well-known pianist (just the two brothers after the death of their father). He died August 20, 1994, in Warrenton, Virginia, at the age of 95.

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CHRIST FOR ME!

AND OTHER ADDRESSES

BY

CHARLES FORBES TAYLOR

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Contents

TABLE OF CONTENTS 3

DEDICATION 4

PREFACE 5

I—A MULTIPLYING LUNCH-BASKET 6

II—A GOOD PILOT IN A STORM 8

III—WILD FLOWERS 12

IV—I’LL TAKE MY TOYS AND GO HOME 15

V—HOW HIGH IS UP? 19

VI—THE BANK THAT NEVER GOES BROKE 24

VII—IT CAN BE DONE 28

VIII—AIM HIGH! KEEP LOW! RETRIEVE YOUR GAME! 32

IX—JESUS CHRIST, M.D. 35

X—A GAOL-BIRD QUESTIONS 38

XI—A NOISY BEGGAR 41

XII—ALL HAIL THE KING! 44

XIII—THE ROBBERS’ CAVE 47

XIV—THE MEMORIAL AND THE TRAITOR 50

XV—CHRIST FOR ME! 53

REQUEST FROM THE PUBLISHER 57

DEDICATION

To

LAURIE TAYLOR, PIANIST.

Celebrating fifteen years of work together, and because he likes my sermons—SHORT.

PREFACE

THESE messages were given in the heat of the day to many thousands of busy people. Business men and women, young people from banks, offices, factory and college; housewives downtown shopping—with the ever-drifting crowd found in any large city—came to the brief noonday services.

The thought of the message was to give courage, inspire hope, stir faith, and bring cheer,—with an occasional admonition—to the various people of our modern civilization who must do everything in a hurry—even die.

To the many hundreds who have written, saying they were helped thereby, many, many thanks. In putting some of them into print it is the hope of the author that others reading the stories might say—CHRIST FOR ME!

I am indebted to my wife for her constructive ideas, to my sister Dorothy, who acted as my secretary, and to the several people who kindly read the manuscript.

C. F. T.

Pasadena, Calif.

I—A MULTIPLYING LUNCH-BASKET

"There is a lad here which hath five barley loaves and two small fishes."—JOHN 6:9. (Read to v. 13.)

A LITTLE boy wanted to go around the edge of Galilee to see and hear Jesus. He had heard that Jesus loved children and told wonderful stories that a boy could understand. So his mother let him go after seeing that his face was washed and his hair combed. She prepared him a lunch in a little basket, five barley-loaves and two dried fish. The loaves were about seven inches in diameter and nearly an inch thick. They were puffed out so that he could split them open and put in his fish as a sandwich (if they ate sandwiches before the Earl of Sandwich invented them).

He kissed his mama goodbye and started on his long walk. It must have been a beautiful spring day, for, when he came to where Jesus was preaching, far from the town, he saw an immense crowd. Some people said there were five thousand men, besides women and children. These were the people who were seeking the Kingdom of God, or were curious and wanted to hear this Master Preacher and Teacher. Anyway, they had followed Him out from the towns and villages to this mountain place.

Presently Jesus ceased preaching and the people began to discuss the message and what it meant. It was getting on towards night and the little boy was glad he had brought his lunch so that he would not have to make the long walk home before he had anything to eat. He sat down on a little knoll and reached into his basket for a loaf and some dried fish, when, just as he was about to eat, a man came to him and said, Buddy, I’m one of Jesus’ helpers, and we are trying to find enough food for everybody; would you let Jesus have your lunch? You will have some, of course, the Master will see that you don’t go hungry.

Sure, said the little boy, Jesus can have my lunch, and if there isn’t enough to go around I can wait till I get home. I have an idea the disciple took the boy to Jesus in person and let him make his own gift to the Lord. Jesus thanked him and told him to sit right down nearby, while He waited for the rest of the disciples to come back through the crowd with whatever food they could collect. Presently they came, but they had no food. The little boy’s lunch was all the food to be found in that vast crowd. He must have wondered how his lunch could possibly feed so many people. Jesus did not seem disturbed, however. He told the disciples to have the crowd sit down in groups of fifty all over the hillside. You know the oriental costume is many-coloured and beautiful. As they reclined in groups of fifty on the hillside, they must have looked like gigantic flower-beds dotting the mountainside in the grass. When they were all seated, Jesus put the food in front of Him, raised His hands for silence, and offered thanks to His Father, then He began to break the loaves and the fish and give them to His disciples.

The boy watched. As Jesus broke the loaves they seemed to grow no smaller; presently the arms of one disciple were full, and then another, and another. Still the loaves and fishes were not used up. The Master kept on breaking and distributing, breaking and distributing, till everybody, including the little boy, was filled. And then the disciples began to gather the pieces that were left over from the five loaves and two fish. Twelve baskets full they picked up. So the record says.

What a story that boy had to tell his mother when he got home. I can see him rushing into the house and saying, Mama, wait till I tell you what happened. You remember the little lunch you fixed for me? Well, when I started to eat it a man came and asked me to give it to Jesus, and that was all the food there was, and, Mama, Jesus blessed it and fed five thousand men besides women and children with MY LITTLE LUNCH.

Now, son, now son, don’t exaggerate so. Can’t you hear his mother say it? She was the first sceptic. "You know it would be impossible to feed five thousand people with five barley-loaves and two dried fish, and you say there were that many men. Why, son, your father could eat that much and never fuss