Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1894-09-14

we'll as synogogues only few years
ago? The one hundredth birthday ami
versary of Montefore, the great Jewish
pbilanthropist. Intolerance never yet
put down anything.
But now, my friends, having shown
you the origin of bigotry or soctarian-
ism, and having shown you the damage
it does, / want briefly to show you how
we are to war against this terrible evil.
and l think we ought to begin our war
by realizing our own weakness and our
imperfections. If we make so many
mistakes in the common affairs Of life,
is it not possible that we may make
mistakes in regard to our religious af-
fairs? Shall we take a man by the
throat or by the collar because he can
not see religious truths just as we do?
In the light of eternity it will be found
out, I think, there was something
wrong in all our creeds and something
right in all our creeds. But since we
may make mistakes in regard to things
of the world do not let US be so egotis-
tic and so pulled up as to have an idea
that we cannot make any mistake in re-
gard to religious theories And then, I
think, we will do great deal to over
throw the sectarianism from our heart
and the sectarianism from the world by
chiefly charging in those things in
which we agree rather than those on
which we differ
Brothers Forever.
Perhaps I might forcefully illustrate
this truth by calling your attention to
an incident which took place about 20
years ago. One Monday morning at
about Q O'Clock, while her 900 passen-
gers were sound asleep In her berths
dreaming Of home, the steamer Atlantic
crashed into Mars Head. Five hundred
souls in 10 minutes landed in eternity
Oh, what scenel Agonized men and
women running up and down the gang
way and clutching for the rigging, and
the plunge Of the helpless steamer and
the clapping Of the hands Of the mercl-
less sea over the drowning and the dead
threw two continents into terror.
But see this brave quartermaster
pushing out with the lifeline until he
gets to the rock, and see these fishermen
gathering up the shipwrecked and tax
ing them into the cabins and wrapping
them in the fannels snug and warm, and
see that minister of the gospel, with
three other men, getting into a lifeboat
and pushing out for the wreck, pulling
away across the surf and pulling away
until they saved one more man, and
then getting back with him to the shore.
Can those men ever forget that night,
and can they ever forget their compan-
ionship in peril, companionship in strug'
gle, companionship in awful catastrophe
and rescue? Never Never In whatever
part Of the earth they meet they will be
friends when they mention the story OF
that night when the Atlantic struck
Mars Head. Well, my friends, our
world has gone into worse shipwreck.
Sin drove it on the rocks. The old ship
has lurched and tossed in the tempest
of 6, 900 years. Out with the lifelinel l
do not care what denomination carries
it. Out with the lifeboat do not care
what denomination rows it. Side by
side, in the memory Of common hard
ships, and common trials, and common
prayers, ana common tears, let MS b.
brothers forever. We must be.
And expect to see the day when all
denominations Of Christians shall join
hands around the cross Of Christ and
recite the creed: Il believe IN God, tho
Father Almighty, Maker Of heaven and
earth, and Jesus Christ, and in the
communion of saints. and in life eyer
lasting Amenl"