'"Missionary," exclaimed the stately old chief, "I have not, for a long time, believed in our religion. I hear God in the thunder, in the tempest and in the storm: I see His power in the lightning that shivers the tree: I see His goodness in giving us the moose, the reindeer, the beaver, and the bear. I see His loving-kindness in sending us, when the south winds blow, the ducks and geese; and when the snow and ice melt away, and our lakes and rivers are open again, I see how He fills them with fish. I have watched all this for years, and I have felt that the Great Spirit, so kind and watchful and loving, could not be pleased by the beating of the conjurer's drum or the shaking of the rattle of the medicine man. And so I have had no religion. But what you have just said fills my heart and satisfies its longings. I am so glad you have come with this wonderful story. Stay as long as you can!"' Other chiefs followed in similar strains; and each such statement was welcomed by the assembled Indians with vigorous applause. The message of the text was the very word that they had all been waiting for. Fred Arnot found that it was what _Africa_ was waiting for! Egerton Young found that it was what _America_ was waiting for! It is the word that _all the world_ is waiting for! For that text is _Everybody's Text_! IV A pair of evangelists--Weaver and Matheson! A pair of missionaries--Arnot and Young! I have one other pair of witnesses waiting to testify that this text is _Everybody's Text_. Martin Luther and Lord Cairns have very little in common. One was German; the other was English. One was born in the fifteenth century; the other in the nineteenth. One was a monk; the other was Lord Chancellor. But they had _this_ in common, that they had to die. And when they came to die, they turned their faces in the same direction. Lord Cairns, with his parting breath, quietly but clearly repeated the words of _Everybody's Text_. _God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life._ During his last illness, Luther was troubled with severe headaches. Someone recommended to him an expensive medicine. Luther smiled. 'No,' he said, 'my best prescription for head and heart is that _God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life_.' A fortnight before he passed away, he repeated the text with evident ecstasy, and added, 'What Spartan saying can be compared with this wonderful brevity? It is a Bible in itself!' And in his dying moments he again repeated the words, thrice over, in Latin. 'They are the best prescription for headache and heartache!' said Luther. There were headaches and heartaches in the world three thousand years ago, when Cleopatra's Needle stood beside the Temple at Heliopolis!