Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1905-05-27

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would have Christ forgive you? Not
many years ago, wrote a famous writ
er. q missionary was preaching TO q
crowd of natives in faroff India. Sud
denly a native who stood behind MIN
lifted a huge stick to crush in the mis-
sionary's skull, but happily the blow
fell short. The crowd would have torn
this would be murderer to pieces, but
the sneaker commanded them to stop.
"Kill himl Kill himr cried the multi
tude. NO." said the missionary, Il
will not allow you to kill him." linen,
turning to the affrighted man, he SAID:
Brother, my religion commands me to
love nv enemies and to do good TO
those who injure me- / forgive you,
brother. But remember that though
you escaped punishment at my hands
you cannot escape punishment at the
hands Of God unless you repent OF your
sins" Men, women, can you forgive
as this missionary forgave? Christ
bids you to forgive. Can you not feel,
as the missionary taught, that when
you are hating your brother you are
hating Christ? There is no escape
from eternal punishment unless you
repent Of your sins and forgive those
who have injured you. See, the sun is
set! 1t Is now the twilight hour. Hear
We not the divine commandment: BE
We angry and sin not Let not the sun
go down upon your wrathT
In closing 1 would draw a picture OF
the evening hour which we used TO
spend in our childhood days and find
in it a symbol of our evening relation
shin with God. The breakfast was
nearly always a hurried meal. The
children had to get off to school. The
father had to rush away to business.
The mother had no servants in those
days. and all the housew0rk had to be
done with her own hands. Many cares
came with their imminent demands and
said, "Tend to me; tend to me now"
Then when the lunch hour rolled
around the dining room table was set
only for two or three Most Of the fam
ily were away. But in the evening
hour father came home from the store.
| Then mother had her work finished.
She had put on her clean dress. Inc
bows were home from school or work,
and the girls were all ready for the
games and innocent pleasures of the
evening. How did you get on, fatherT
mother asked. "Oh," said he, things
were kind Of topsy turvy at the store.
It did seem as though had to scold
and find fault an awful lot. But after
all. mother, / think the boys at the
store will improve If only continue to
teach them right" Then mother told
her experiences Of the day. The chill
dren had all their happy stories to re-
peat Then one of the girls began to
tell how some one had treated her bad
", and she said, Mother, 1 am just as
mad at Clara as l can be-" There,
there, there, child" said your mother;
"stop that. You have no right to bring
home disagreeable things and feel un-
happy toward any one. Let us leave
all our cares and worries and bitter
nesses on our front doorstep. This is
family night. Let us all lovS every
body and love one another and be hap
py."
Love One Another.
Love one another and be happy you
did. No one who ever came In touch
with mothers sweet smile could ever
do anything but love. Thus God wants
us to come to him In the twilight hour.
Employer, you have scolded that clerk
enough because he broke the glass
counter; check your anger. Business
man, many hours ago you denounced
that business associate who did you
wrong. He knows that you will not al
low him to be unjust again. Let the
matter drop. Schoolgirl, no need or
telling the mean things that you know
about your classmate. Forget and for
give. Remember this is the evening
hour. The twilight has grown darker
and darker. The myriads of stars, as
torches in the heavens, have been light
ed. Gomez says Christ. Come and
sit by my side, my child. Leave all OF
the injustices of the past behind. Re-
member son, that as you have been
misrepresented, so have I. Remember,
daughter, as others have Ill used you,
so have they i'll used your Christ. For
get and forgive the trespasses OF 9th
ers, as I am blotting out your sins In
my blood. This is the twilight hour.
Come and sit and talk with me. l am
your friend and Saviour, Jesus" "Let
not the sun go down upon your wrath"
copyright, 1906 by Louis Klopsch.l