Woodruff County news., 1901-11-16
I remember that in the civil war l

OI the CnrlSlldn cOmm1SSlOn, to LOOK after the wounded. l went into the hospital after the battle and I said to a man: "Where are you hurt?" He made no answer, but held up his arm, swollen and splintered. l saw where he was hurt. The simple fact is, when a man has wounded soul all he has to do is to hold it up before a sympath thetic Lord and get it healed. It does not take any long prayer. Just hold up the wound. It is no small thing when a man is nervous and weak and ex- hausted, coming from his evil ways, to feel that God puts two omnipotent arms about him and says:
 "Young man, I will stand by you. The mountains may depart and the hills be removed, but I will never fail you" And then, as the soul thinks the news is too good to be true and cannot believe it and looks up in Gods face, God lifts His right hand and takes an affidavit, makes an oath, saying: "As I live," saith the Lord, "I have no i pleasure in the death of the wicked" Blessed be God for such Gospel IS this! | 'Cut the slices thin" says the wife to the husband, "for there will not be enough to go around for all the children. Cut the slices thin" Blessed be God, there is a full loaf for every one that wants it.
 I remember that while living in Phil adelphia, at the time spoke of a min- ute ago, the Master Street hospital was opened, and a telegram was re- ceived saying: "There will be 300 wounded men tonight. Please take care of them." From my church there went out 20 or 30 men and women. As the poor, wounded men were brought in no one asked them from what state they came or what was their parent age. There was a wounded soldier, and the only question was how to take off the rags most gently and put on the cool bandage and administer the cordial. And when soul comes to God He does not ask where you came from or what your ancestry was. Heal ing balm for all your wounds; pardon for all your guilt comfort for all your troubles!
 Then, also, I counsel you, if you want to get back, quit all your bad associates. One unholy intimacy will fill your soul with moral distemper. In all the ages of the church there has not been an instance where a man kept one evil associate and was re- formed-among the 1,600, 100000 of the race, not one instance. Give up your bad companions or give up heaven. It is not ten bad companions that destroy a man nor five bad companions nor three, but one.
 What chance is there for the young man I saw along the street, four or five young men with him, in front of a grog-shop, urging him to go in, he resisting vehemently, resisting, until, after awhile they forced him to go in? It was a summer night, and the door was left open, and I saw the process. They held him fast, and they put the cup to his lips, and they forced down the strong drink. What chance is there for such a young man?
 I counsel you also to seek Christian advice. Every Christian man is bound to help you. If he declines to help you, he is not Christi Now gather up all your energies of body, mind and soul, and, appealing to God for success, declare this day ever lasting war against all evil in fuences. A half work will amount to nothing; it must be Waterloo. Shrink back now and you are lost. Push on and you are saved. A Spar tan general fell at the very moment of victory, but he dipped his finger in his own blood and wrote on rock near which he was dying: Sparta has conquered" Though your struggle to get rid of sin may seem to be almost a death struggle, you can dip your finger in your own blood and write on the Rock of Ages: "Victory through our Lord Jesus Christ"
 Oh, despise not parental anxiety! The time will come when you will have neither father nor mother, and you will go around the place where they used to watch you and find them gone from the house and gone from the field and gone from the neighbor- hood Cry as loud for forgiveness as you may over the mound in the churchyard, they cannot answer. Dead! Dead! And then you will take out the white lock of hair that was cut from your mothers brow just before they buried her, and you will take the cane with which your father used to walk, and you will think and think and wish that you had done just as they wanted you and would give the world if you had never thrust a pang through their dear old hearts.
 God pity the young man who has