Any man may hear the voice of God.

When man will listen, God speaks. When God speaks, men are changed.

When men are changed, nations are changed.

In the ancient days God spoke, and the wonderful things which He told Moses on the mountaintop have inspired mankind for centuries.

Down through the years men of God have heard His voice. God spoke to George Mueller, and he became the modern apostle of faith. Hudson Taylor heard Him speak, as he walked by the seashore on a memorable Sabbath morning, and in obedience to that Voice he launched forth into inland China, establishing Mission Stations in every province of that vast country.

God spoke to Dr. A. B. Simpson, and he stepped aside from a well-beaten path, and like Abraham of old “obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going” (Hebrews 11:8). Today, The Christian and Missionary Alliance, operating in more than twenty mission fields of the world, is the result of his obedience, and untold numbers have been blessed through his ministry.

Charles Cowman heard the “soft and gentle Voice,” when God spoke saying, “Get thee out of thy country, and from thy kindred, and from thy father’s house, unto a land that I will shew thee” (Genesis 12:1 KJV). The result—The Oriental missionary society, with hundreds of mission stations dotted all over the Orient! And now its activities embrace the wide world.

God is not dumb that He should speak no more.

If thou hast wanderings in the wilderness And find’st not Sinai, ’tis thy soul is poor: There towers the mountain of the Voice no less, Which whoso seeks shall find; but he who bends Intent on manna still, and mortal ends, Sees it not, neither hears its thundering lore.

LOWELL

It was one of the great moments of history when this primitive caravan set out for Haran. As we dimly picture them setting forth in the pale dawn of history , we seem to see the laden camels, pacing slowly , towering above the slow-footed sheep; we hear the drovers’ cries and bleating of the flocks, broken by the wail of parting women.

With those who stay behind, we strain wistful eyes across the broad flood of old Euphrates till, in the wilderness beyond, the caravan is lost in a faint dust-haze—a stain and no more on the southern horizon.

Who does not feel that the grandeur of that moment centers in the loyalty of one human soul to one word of God?

“There’s no sense in going further—it’s the edge of cultivation.” So they said and I believed it—broke my land and sowed my crop— Built my barns and strung my fences in the little border station— Tucked away below the foothills where the trails run out and stop.

Till a voice, as bad as conscience, rang interminable changes On one everlasting whisper , day and night repeated so: “Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges — Something lost behind the Ranges, lost and waiting for you. Go!” Anybody might have found it, but—His whisper came to me! KIPLING

There remaineth yet very much land to be possessed! Like the western prairies, there is no limit; it extends beyond the power of the human mind. “What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived”—the things God has prepared for those who love him” (1 Corinthians 2:9).

The Holy Ghost is looking for simple-hearted believers who will claim for Jesus Christ the great stretches of unoccupied places of darkness. Who will strike the Trail?