Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1896-10-03
SATURDAY LAY SERMON
TRUE PROGRESS.
MakspaIa by the Sea Sketches by
Anne Marie Prescott.

tunes were amassed SO easily, and
so quickly as today. tits the gold
en- age" for some, at least. But,
when these immense accumulations
are transpiring there is the reverse
side to the medal; the pendulum is
also swinging the other way and
there is, somewhere, in conse
quence, much dire poverty. 1t is
an age of progress, indeed. But
how? Never was the world so
full of new inventions as perhaps
today. The genius in mechanics
is rampant, fairly rioting, and
that is well--a glorious thing. The
Patent Office at Washington, ID.
g., is overhowing with applica-
tions. Never since the world be-
gan were there so many cultivated
men - so many rightly named
Professors, studying earnestly
the deeper secrets of Mother Ma
ture; scaling mountains, explor-
ing untraveled regions, leaving
almost, literally, no stone "un.
turned" no earth unanalyzed, no
flower or vegetation unnoticed, to
add to the store-room of fact and
knowledge. Never were the savants
of Europe so busy as now with
microscope and telescope. Never
was there the scientific medical
and surgical knowledge that there
is today; and the average age of
human life being prolonged a few
years more, IN consequence of
their skilful and minute observa-
tions. 1t is, indeed, an age of
progress. But how? Never were
there so many preachers miss
Prescott, for one, and it is to be
hoped she'll not weare on to
"sevcnthly!") and now and then
pretty often one, or many, who
seem to fancy because they hap
pen to be (by some mischance) in
the pulpit, and we in the pews,
they can air their queer views;
airs, which often belong neither
to heaven nor earth-some "new
doctrine" (Avaunt ye false tef Oh
ersD San age of progress" in
deed! OF making books and news
papers there is now no end.
Would we had much stock in a
few of the paper. mills! Never,
and that is an old story now re-
peated and reiterated and very
true, was woman so beloved, so
honored, so reverenced-so listen
ed to and needed.
Truly an age of progress, but
how? Is the trend toward God
and Heaven? All these preachers,
are they looking in their Bibles
and talking a straight gospel, a
real Jesus? Or are they really
holding up their cups of sour,
cheapest wine at the foot of that
Cross, to mock and deride their
dying Lord? To toast him with
their horrid creeds of infidelity,
agnosticism, OF theosophy, pagan.
ism and pantheism filthy ragsn
Always the sharp bitter angle,
never the curve. No bow of pro.
mise with it's radiant hues, no
covenant God can they see; they
are blind. Always the sharp
angle, never the curve.
AS that genius Rudyard Kip.
ling says, st. Peter will stand at
the door jingling the keys and
say to you: "What haze ye done?"
You men of banks and coin, of
land and houses, "What haze ye
done?" You women of care and
pleasure, for many n long year,
"What haze ye done?" You will
not, o men and women, sail into
Paradise on your own private
yacht. There's hard rowing to
be done by everyone of you, if
you would win that goal.
Strait is the gate and narrow
is the way" "God is the same
yesterday, today and forever"
The angels laugh at your gold
and gems, as the mother laughs
at her boys pocket of worthless
trifes, so dear to his little heart.
Your ten thousand dollar brilli-
ant divine, does he preach smooth
deceits, and conceits, in your ears?
He is liar and he knows he is.
"Strait is the gate and narrow
is the way"
This is an age of progress. God
is too loving and too merciful to
punish. Parents are too fond