The Yale expositor., 1904-10-07

or COO nave been doing more; Lney
have been sneering and ridicullng the
beautiful parable of the good Samarl-
tan. They have been declaring that
a mans neighbor belongs not to the
family which lives next door TO him.
The only neighbor who has claims he
who lives within the four walls of his
own house He has been asserting that
a mans chief duty In life is TO himself
and his own.
"Can any good come out of such a
NAZARETH l once read of a great
conqueror invading country OF the
far east. One day he entered a temple
where stood an idol SO beautiful that
not one Of his followers was willing to
destroy it. With an oath, the conquer
OF said, IF you win not obey my com
mands l will destroy it myself" He
lifted his battleax. As he raised him
| self in his StlrrupS-for he had ridden
his horse into the tempie-with a
mighty blow he shattered the idol into
thousand pieces. Then, to his fol-
lowers surprise, he revealed the fact
that the inside OF the idol was not q
vacuum. 1t had been filled with thou
sands upon thousands Of golden coins,
which as lava bed burst from tho
broken statue and rolled to the feet Of
the western iconoclast. The iconoclast
who destroys the beautiful image Of
charity and beneyolence may think
that he, too, will be able TO grasp the
wealth which it pours forth on the
needy and the suffering, but he will
De disappointed. The economy which
refuses to s4<e hs19fss those who need
proves a canker to prosperity, and
those who withhold their charity come
to poverty. The onamand Is that he
who loves God lovu his brother also,
and the converse N true that he who
does not love his bnuther proves that
he does not love his God.
The Golden Rule With our ancestors
was practically sad not a mere the
DRY. "Where are gou going tonight,
mother?" the father often asked. "You
look tired. You ouset not to be going
out tonight" 81 kN~w it," she would
say, but l must 60 Our neighbor is
very sick. am afrxt1 she will not get
well. They have zns< for me to come
and spend the night with her. have
fixed everything for breakfast. If l
do not get back in time In the morning,
you can get along somehow"
The daintiest delteacies ever cooked
in the mothers stove were not for the
growing boys, with healthy, vigorous
appetites. They were for the poor con-
sumptive young girl who used to sit
day after d; V upon the neighbours We
randa in the noon sun, smiling at us
as we trudged away to school. My,
how we cast longing eyes at those jel-
lies! We then at times almost wished
we could be sick, at least for a little
while, to get a taste OF them. And
how warm and comfortable the nit
tens looked which mother knitted for
the poor childroa &yIng over the bill!
And when the farmer who lived down
In the valley was Frustrated with ty-
phoid fever and lay for month, hover
ing between life and death, don't you
remember how your father and the
noighbors took turns blowing his fields
and sowing his grain and getting in
his harvcstS? They say that that sick
p was once a strong athlete How
chat may be, when upon his sick
led he heard what his neighbOrs had
done ana how they had kept the wolf
Of hunger from his door he cried like
a little child. lie became just such
sick man as Ralph Conner depicted in
one of his backwoods tales.
Then the funerals of our fathers and
forefathers. They never allowed q neigh
Dor to be buried like dog or friend
less pauper. as sometimes we do. No.
They literally practiced the gospel rule:
1T is better to go to the house of
mourning than to the house Of feast
ing" When their neighbors wept, they
wept. When their neighbors were
lowered into their open graves, they
themselves held the ropes that gently
let down the collins. Was not thei:
way better than our way? We live
and breathe only for self. Was not
the Christian helping hand our fore
fathers extended to the troubled ones
in their midst better than the icy
stare with which we regard our neigh
bers? We grumble in a street car be-
cause we have to wait for two min
utes while a funeral procession, wend-
ing its way to the cemetery, is holding
us at a crossing. The Golden Rule
which our forefathers practlced should
never be allowed to slip out Of our
lives. The sick HA1 who lives next
door to us should lie tust as carefully
cared for and n1coed by us as il he
was our own son.
Clubhouse Versus Homo.
1 depl0re also the iconoclasm which
is robbing this eoaatry of the sanctity
of home life. The iconoclast's profane
hands are ruthlessiy laid upon our an
cestors' Sabbath observance and our
forefathers' doctrine of do to others
as you would have them do unto YOU"
They go further than this. Those same
profane hands are also snatching away
our ancestral home enjoyments as well.
They are say ing to modern man: Man,
do not be an old fsshioned granny. DO
not think because your grandfathers