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history of the Editor as he did, Griffith Thomas continued to read with interest the articles and books that came from
his pen. It was equally an evidence of great grace that one with so few qualifications should have been thus called
and equipped. But this story of The Berean Expositor is one of all-sufficient overwhelming and sovereign grace
from the beginning, and this testimony is but an echo of the apostle's words:
`By the grace of God I am what I am: and His grace which was bestowed upon me, was not in vain' (1 Cor.
15:10).
At the south end of Drummond Road, the sky line was fretted by the two distinctive towers of Peek Frean's Biscuit
Works. The drawing made in January 1959 shows the towers rather dwarfed by the adjoining modern extension, but
all through my boyhood the sight of Peek Frean's Towers, meant `nearly home'. My interest however goes much
deeper than the biscuits for which this firm is famous; one of the shareholders, by name Huntington Stone, was used
to direct my steps away from a
ritualistic snare, into the paths of Biblical research. It came about in this way. Just converted, with practically no
knowledge of the Bible, and no background to fall back upon, I became alarmed when I was told that at Baptism one
became regenerate and a child of God. My father, although an avowed disbeliever at the time had me `christened'
for he said, he had seen men lose the chance of a good job who had not been so initiated. I realized enough of the
truth to know that no sprinkling of water on my infant brow had made me `a child of God' and the awful
ungodliness of the pair that had stood as my godfather and godmother reduced the whole to a blasphemous mockery.