Daily inter mountain., 1900-12-24
THERE IS SIN IN WORsHIPPING
GOLD.

And he took the calf which they had !
made and burnt it in the fire. and |
ground it to powder and strewd it upon !
the water, and made the children OF Is
rael drink of it.-EXodus XXxii., 20.
Every god must have its temple, and this
golden calf of the text is no exception.
Its temple is Vaster than st. Paul's Ca
thedral in England, and st. Peters -
Italy, and the Alhambra of the Spaniards
and the Parthenon of the Greeks, and the
Tai Mahal of the Hindoos, and all the
tathedrals put together Its pillars are
grooved and luted with gold, and its rib
bed arches are covered with gold, its rib
gan pipes are resounding gold, and its
floors are tessellated gold, and it's vaults
are crowded heaps of gold. and it's spires
and dones are soaring gold, and it's or
gan pipes are resounding gold, and its
pedals are tramping gold, ad its stops
pulled out are flashing gold, While stand
ing a the head of the temple. as the pre-
siding deity, are the hoofs ana shoulders
and eyes and ears and nostris of the calf
of gold.
Further, every god must have not only
Its temple, but it's altar of sacrifice, and
this golden ca'f of the text is no eXcep-
tioon. It's altar is not made of stone, as
other altars, bat out of counting-room
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broad. a long, a high altar. The victims
sacrificed on it are the Swartouts and the
ketchams and the Fisks and ten
thousand other people who slain be-
fore this golden calf. What does this god
care about the groans and struggles of
the victims before it? With cold, metal
lie eye it looks on, and yet let's them suf-
fer. What an altar, What a sacrifice of
mind, body and soul. The physical health
of a great multitude is flung on TO this
sacritical altar. They cannot sleep, and
they take choral and morphine and in
toxicants. Some of them struggle in
nightmare of stocks and at l o'clock in
the morning suddenly rise up shouting:
"A thousand shares of New York Gen.
tIal.-one hundred and eight and half,
take it.'-until the whole family is
afrighted, and the spectators fall back
upon their pillows until they are awaken
ed again by corner in Pacific Mail
or a sudden rise" of Rock Island. Their
nerves gone, their digestion gone, their
brain gone. they die The gowned &C.
clesiastic comes in and reads the funeral
service: Blessed are the dead who die
in the Lord Mistake. They did not die
in the Lord" the golden calf kicked
them.
Some people are very much surprised
at the actions of people in the Stock
Exchange, New York. Indeed. it is a
scene sometimes that paralyzes descrip-
,tion, and is beyond the ina ginatOn of
any one who has never looked in What
swapping of finger and thumb, and wild
sesticulation and raving like hyenaS,
and stamping like bukaloes, and sway
ing to and fro and jostling and running
one upon another and deafening uproar,
nntil the president of the exchange strikes
with his mallet four or five times, crying
'Order! order. and the astonished spec
tatOOr goes out into the fresh air feeel-
ing that he has escaped from pandemo-
mum. What does it all mean? l will tell
you what it means. The devotees OF
every heathen temple cut themselves tC
pieces and yell and gyrate. This voci.
feration and gyration of the Stock EN-.
change is all appropriate. This is the
worship of the golden calf.
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