The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1896-05-29
GEORGE s. ALCORN

life OF sin, and let you swim out into
the bottomless, boundless ocean of
Gods saving love.
How can you reform any state in
God Almighty's world with an old
swill-tub for Governor and two or
three old wash-tubs for Supreme
Judges, and lot of demijohns in the
Legislature. A man who is private
ly corrupt can never be politically
pure.
A man that will sit down to his
table before his children and eat,
without returning thanks to the
Good Provider of all things-that
fellow is eleven-tenths hog.
1t is submission to God that Is re-
ligion. 1t is walking up and stack
ing your old gun right at the foot of
the cross, taking off your cartridge
box and up with your hands. Good
Lord, I'm a surrendered rebel, right
here. I'll die before I'll ever cock
that old musket, and I'll never take
up that old cartridge-bOX again.
I've fired my last shot on the DEVILS
side, and now, Lord, I'm "A surren-
dered rebel"
A beautiful tract of river land is so
covered with timber that it would
be impossible to raise a crop in their
shade; and where Gods grace and
the desire to live right life fills a
man IS heart, there can be no room
for the devil.
You take a first-class christian
and lay him down there, and then,
brother, you lie down beside him
and see how you look. You would
look like rat terrier lying by an
elephant.
There is no more sacred tie than
husband or wife. There are, per-
haps, $4,000 divorce suits in the
courts to-day. The thing has gone
on until, to-day, we've got more
grass widows than we know what to
do with, and grass widows societies
are the getters up of divorce cases.
I've got my wife for life and am 60
ing through with her. Stick to the
gal you've got, bud. Some of you
have got tough job, but stick to it,.
| never see a fellow kicked out of
saloon, but think of the fellow
who fell down, who had been lean
ing on the door, and a boy stuck his
| head in and said to the saloon keep
er, Mister, your sign has fell down. p"
can't stick to my text; but there's
fish up them streams amt there
mostly mud cats? Whiskey is the
worst thing in this world, and there
you are, you old red-nose!
Greed! What is Il creed? 1t is
the skin of the truth dried and stuff
fed with sand and sawdust. If l
had creed 1 would sell it to a mu-
suem. OrthOdoXies have ruined the
world. My, my! how a man will
fight for his doXie, and then see his
Savior insulted and never resent it!
You better not step on my creed; if
you do you are goner!
l have heard it said that a big
nose was good thing, it was sign
of intellectually; that a big mouth
Is sign of characterize great char
acter; big chin is a good sigma
sign of courage; big ears are sign
of generosity. | expect some of
your pastors ought to get some ear
fertilizer. There are more little
'pOssum-eared church members over
this county than you can count. L
want to tell you, brethren, that it
takes more money to run one old
red-nosed drunkard than it does to
run any member of the church in
Columbia.
The gospel is "a line of a wagon
shops on the way to heaven. L roll
ed my old broken down humanity
under the wagon shop of the cross
and in a few minutes l was fixed up
from tongue to cOupling-polei and
rolled out, but didn't get mile
before down went a wheel, Hooked
up the roadside and saw a shop, and
the wagon-maker said: bring
your wagon here, and I'll fix it up
[ didn't go two miles before smash
went an axle. Then 1 broke the
tongue; and from the breaking ant
mending, 1 don't think that by this
time have a linch-pin left of tn,
, wagon L started with.