The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1899-03-24

the question twice and thrice: "Caf
you read and write?" and then the boy
answered with tear FLASHING on the
back of his hand. lie said, in def
ance: "No, sir; can't read nor write
neither. God. sir, don't want me to
read and write. Didn't He take away
father so long ago never remem Der TO
have seen him, and haven't had to 90
along the streets to get something to
fetch home to eat for the folks, and
didn't l, as soon as | could carry a
basket. have to go out and pick up Gin
ders and never have no schooling. sir?
God don't want me to read. sir. cant
read nor write neither" Oh, these
poor wanderers! They have no chance
Born in degradation, as they get up
from their hands and knees to walk.
they take their first step on the road to
despair. Let us go forth in the name
of the Lord Jesus Christ to rescue
them. Let us ministers not be afraid
of soiling our black clothes while we
go down on that mission. While we
are tying an elaborate knot in our
cravat or while we are in the study
rounding off some period rhetorically
we might be saving a soul from death
and hiding multitude of sins. Oh
Christian laymen. go out on this work.
If you are not willing to go forth your
self, then give of your means. and If
you are too stingy to help. then get out
of the way and hide yourself in the
dens and caves of the earth. lest when
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horses hoofs trample you into the
mire. Beware lest the thousands of
the destitute of your city. in the last
great day, rise up and curse your stu
pidity and your neglect. Down to
work! Lift them up!
One cold winters day, as a Christian
man was going along the Battery in
New York. he saw a little girl seated at
the gate, shivering in the cold He said
to her; MY child. what do you sit
there for this cold day?" oh" she re-
replied, 81 am waiting-I am waiting
for somebody to come and take care
of me-" why" said the man, what
makes you think anybody will come
and take care of you?" "Oh." she said,
my mother died last week, and was
crying very much. and she said: Don't
cry, dear. Though | am gone and your
father is gone the Lord will send some
body TO take care of YOU Ny mother
never told lie. She said some one
would come ard take, care of me. and
am waiting for them TO come" Oh, yes.
theyare waiting for you. Men who have
money, men who have influence, men
of churches, men of great hearts, gather
them in, gather them in. 1t is not the
will of your Heavenly Father that one
of these little ones should perish.
Lastly, the street impresses me with
the fact that all the people are looking
forward. | see expectancy written on
almost every face | meet. Where you
find thousand people walking straight
on, you only find one man stopping and
looking back. The fact is, God made us
all to look ahead. because we are i'm
mortal. In this tramp of the multitude
on the street | hear the tramp of a
great host marching and marching for
eternity. Beyond the Office, the store.
the shop, the street, there is world.
populous and tremendous, Through
Gods grace, may you reach that blessed
place. \ great throng fills those
boulevards, and the streets are a-rush
with the chariots of conquerors. The
Inhabitants go up and down, but they
never weep and they never toll. a river
flows through the city. with rounded
and luxurious banks, and the trees of
life. laden with everlasting fruitage,
bend their branches into the crystal.
No plumed hearse rattles over that
pavement, for they are never sick. With
immortal health glowing in every vein,
they knownot how to die. Those towers
Of strength, those palaces of beauty.
CLEAN in the light of sun that never
sets. Oh. Heaven. beautiful Heaven!
Heaven. where our friends are! They
take no census in that city. for it is m
babited by "a multitude which no man
can number" Rank above rank. Host
above host. Gallery above gallery
sweepingall around the heavens. Thou
sands of thousands. millions of nit
lions. BLESSED are they who enter in
through the gate into that city. Oh.
start for it to-day! Through the blood
of the great sacrifice of the Son of God
take up your march to Heaven. THE
Spiritand the bride say, Come, and who
soever will let him come and take the
water of life freely" Join this great
throng marching Ileavenward, All the
doors of invitation are open. And |
saw twelve gates, and the twelve gates
were twelve pearls"
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