Los Angeles herald., 1907-04-29
BIG AUDIENCES
HEAR DURDETTE
PROF. KINGSLEY REPEATS
OVERTURE
Persons Of Small Soul Ashamed Of the
Gospel Numerically Scored by
Pastor in Eloquent
Sermon


Robert j. Burdette. At both services
musical numbers of merit were rem
dered. Prof. Kingsley repeated Suppe's
Poet and Peasant" overture on the
great pipe organ, this being one of the
numbers which were so we'll received
at his recital last week The solo part
in the anthem, Il Am Alpha and
Omega" (stainer), gave Mrs. Bessie
Ives Harrison an opportunity to dis
play her clear, beautiful lyric soprano
to advantage.
At the morning service DR.. Burdette
preached on 1.-THE Power of Righteous
ness" taking for his text Romans,
1:16: 81 am not ashamed of the gospel
of Christ; for it is the power of God
unto salvation to every one that be-
lieveth."
ASHAMED Of the gospel Of Christ?
Why should he be? What is there in
the glorious gospel that any man should
be ashamed to proclaim-to live ito
love it? Well, some men are ashamed
of it, even in this day of its glory and
triumph.
IT once knew woman who was
ashamed Of her brother. He had been
a good brother to her. When they were
very poor children he was almost a
second father to her. AS they grew
older he was her escort, her true knight,
her protector. He was proud of her.
There was no girl so beautiful as his
sister. AS they grew still older he
more than shared his earnings with her.
He loved to see her dress like other
girls-it didn't matter to him how old
and seedy his own clothes grew.
Brother Out of Place
HE was happy man when she mar
ried Well-that Is, when she married
rich. And then he didn't fit into her
life. Her new relations laughed at him.
And she grew to be ashamed of him.
You know the woman.
And l knew man who was
ashamed of his sister. They were very
poor when they were young. She loved
him as the best sisters do love their
brothers. He was her ideal of manli-
ness and honor as he grew up. She
mothered him and sistered him and
sweethearted him all at once, as that
kind of sisters do. She knew he would
never marry merely because she knew
there was not girl in all this world
fit to clean his shoes. So she cleaned
them herself. You know the kind of
sister. She gave up her own life
dreams for him. She went to work and
gave him her wages that he might go
to school; she helped him through col
lege. She was so proud of him she
had to run away, once in while, girl
fashion, and cry out her happiness and
pride and love by herself. He was a
bright boy. He was brilliant. He made
a success of his life-that is, he made
monefy. He grew rich and richer. He
marri in what he called his own
stato4l,' whatever that may mean.
Ashamed of Sister
ST suppose IL was among as mean and
small-souled as himself. And his sister,
whose hands had grown somewhat hard
and rough by working for him, who had
thought so much and planned so much
and toiled so much for him that she
hadn't learned how to make a stylish,
clever girl of herself, and didn't know
how to wear what she did buy, and
was really plain and terribly old
fashioned-as old-fashioned as love and
sacrifice and unselflshness-she really
wouldn't do among the people of his
station And he was ashamed of her.
He was good to her. his friends said.
He bought her little home in a town
a thousand miles away from his own
home and 'pensioned her literally. But
he was ashamed of her. And his good
ness broke her heart, for she was a
woman. So she sent him back his
money.
sit was tainted. He had earned it
honestly, every dollar of it. But it
was foully tainted. Tainted with mean,
dirty pride; with brutal ingratitude,
with unmanly shame. The true-heart-
ed. loving, devoted woman couldn't
breathe with the polluted stuff in the
house. So being a woman, she sent it
back to him and died. You know the
woman.
"And 1 once knew a man who was
ashamed of his mother. No need to
describe either of them. You know them
both. Everybody knows that kind of a
mother and that kind of man. There
ought to be a smaller type-something
hitler than a diamond face and really
nd Of
of man. You hate to call him by such
q noble name. And you don't like to
call him brute, because there are
such splendid brutes. Well, you know
him; the man who is ashamed of his
sweet. old-fashioned old mother, who
has such queer ways and dresses SO
oddly. You know them both.
Why Women Gamble
'And have known men and women
who were ashamed of the Lord Jesus
Christ and his glorious gospel. Church
members, too. 1 have known women
who gambled like blacklegs because
'their set'-God save their set'-did it,
and they would think 1t queer if she
didn't. It is a terrible thing to be
queer / have known men to conceal
the fact that they were church MEM
bers because none of the fellows in
their class believed in religion. Doesn't
matter so much to that class of church
members to initiate the mob on the
slopes of Calvary and spit in the face
of Jesus Christ on his cross to die
for them-but to hurt the feelings of
sthe fellows'-that would be terrible.
''There are people sitting in this con-
gregation at this moment who have
been on the coast and in Los Angeles
for years and hold their hidden men,
berships in some church away back
east because-well, boil down all the
reasons they will give you; put them
into the crucible of plain old-fashioned
truth. and there is no other kind-and
the preciptate will be this-because
they are ashamed OF the gospel of
Christ Ashamed of 1t. Compare that
kind Of people with Paul and Peter and
James and John and all the holy mar
tyrs-compare their lives with the glo-
rious gospel OF our blessed Lord, and
then wonder what they have to be
ashamed OF. And you. man-you,
WOman-are you ashamed of the gos-