St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-05-24
WHO is OUR GOD?

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raise them by brute force? How does he
treat his creditors? How does he treat his
debtors? How does he treat the servant
that labOrs for him? How does he treat the
poor dog that lovingly follows his footsteps?
That is the measure. How does he use his
power? Does he use it to increase the sun
shine of human happiness? Does he fill his
home with light, with
THE RIPPLE, OF LAUGHTER
from the red lips of Joy? How does he
treat his inferior? Does he fawn and cringe
before the man who is above him. and then
make some poor wretch below him fawn
and cringe to make things even? That is
the test of character.
Now by that standard let us measure our
God. Would good God, endeavoring to
civilize his children, appeal to the highest
or the lowest in their nature? Would he
appeal to prejudice, the sword and shield of
ignorance? Would he appeal to credulity,
the ring of the priest in the led nose of stu
pidity? Would he appeal to reasOn-reason
that carries with brave hand the torch
the darkness of the world?
Would he appeal to the love of liberty, to
the love of wife and child and country and
Would good God want blood
or gratitude? And our God said to the first
woman
WHOSE BEAUTY ENRICHED THE AIR
of this world, and whose tenderness has
given all there is of joy to this life, Il will
greatly multiply thy sorrows" Think of a
God wishing to multiply the sorrows of
woman. ''In sorrow thou shalt bring forth
children" Think of God who would
place the penalty of perpetual pain on hui
man love; upon motherhood! IT there is
anything in this earth absolutely pure,
standing for purity, it is mother
with her child in her happy and loving
arms. Do you knOw--no matte what the
result may be to mel never will bow my
knee to any God who will multiply the sor-
rows of mothers?
After taking the commandments one by
one and showing from his standpoint their
he substituted others from
his own fertile imagination as being more
in accordance with the ksse9R Si!'-ai.s
BEAUTY AND CHARACTER
of divine being. He thought that the
people of the world had got hold of the
wrong God. He pictured the narrow road
to heaven and people going in single file.
They could not stop to pick up flower in
the pathway for fear serpent lay coiled
underneath They could not look behind
to see if their wife or dear ones were with
them, or those they had known as friends
or companions. They must pursue the
narrow track to be with the angels He
preferred to be with people he knew some
thing about. Angels might not like him
and he might not like the angels.
am going the broad road. Broad
enough for wife; broad enough so that you
can hold your children by the hand; broad
enough for your friends; broad enough for
your enemies. / would rather be annihi-
lated than to sit at the right hand of God
forever, with my worst enemy doomed to
eternal pain. I would rather be annihi-
lated than to sit at the right hand of Jesus
Christ with my wife and
LITTLE ONES IN HE'LL.
When Jesus was on earth and half man
he sympathiZed with humanity, but now
that he is in heaven he would doom us to
everlasting punishment. 1t is bad thing
to get into office. On the broad road. where
you can see the sunny fields, hear the
brooks, see the clouds, broad enough for
all there is of art and music; broad enough
for the drama; broad enough to include
every home, every father, every mother and
let us crowd between the dawn and dusk of
each day all the love we. can. This great
orange tree, where you find bud
and blossom, ripening and ripened fruit, for
every orange is a life
LET US SQUEEZE IT DRY,
so that when death comes we can smilingly
say, ''you are welcome to the peel" Let
us go out of it when we can. And the best
religion, it seems to me, in the world is this,
that every man make up his mind to make
a little heaven here for himself, for his
wife, for his children. Let him cultivate
tenderness and kindness; let him
cultivate courage, and above all, the
love of human liberty. Without that
we are simply savages. To-day 1 visited
your cemetery, and beautiful spot it is,
and as passed among gay blossoms and
FLASHING fountains, glancing at stately
or humble headstOne each bear
ing it's testimony of
AN HONEST LIFE
fifty ended, I thought of the hundreds
sleeping all about me. thought of the
busy man of affairs, the humble toiler, the
pioneer, the mothers of babes, who had laid
aside life's joys with its burdens, and l
questioned myself if it can be possible that
intelligent human beings here in America
can believe in God that would dam four
fifths of this silent multitude because of the
disblief in some miserable religion-some
petty creed born of ignorance and supersti
ton. Don't you see that it is savage, that
it is brutal, that it is horrible! And let me
say tonight, for fear that you will mis-
my spirit, know enough to be
that every man does as he must.
THAT MAKES ME CHARITABLE.
That is the hope of the few; we will finally
find how to cultivate this field called the
world, so that we will raise only good men
and good women. But why so hate GER
tain forms of superstition is because they
have broken so many human hearts. That
is why object. Why, think about it!
Look back! Think of what has
been! Think of what man has done to
defend himself from the gods that he has
made. look. In gloomy caves l see the
sacred serpents cOiled, waiting for their
sacrificial prey. see their open jaws. their
restless tongues, their glittering eyes, their
cruel fangs. / see them seize and crush in
many horrid folds children thrown by weep
ing parents to appease an imaginary SER
pent god. [ look again. see temples
wrought of stone; see
AFFAIRS RED WITH HUMAN BLOOD;
see priests thrust knives into the white
breasts of girls; see other temples and
other affairs where flames devour the flesh of
babes. Hook again. Isee other temples, other
priests, other affairs dripping with the blood
of oxen, lambs and doves. / look again
and see other temples, other priests and
other affairs whereon are sacrificed the liber-
ties of man; I see the cathedrals of God,
the huts and novels of peasants; see the
robes of priests and kings; see the rags of
honest men.
see world at war-the lovers Of God
are the destroyers of their fellow men; see
the noblest and the best in chains millions
of exiles, outcasts, wanderers, widows, or