Los Angeles herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1900-1911, 1908-09-21
SPEAKS ON OLD
JEWISH FEAST
ANNUAL MEETING OF TEMPLE
BAPTIST CHURCH
BURDETTE breaches SERMON
OF REJOICING
Reminds Congregation of the Progress
1t Has Made, but That Truth
of God Is Alone
Enduring


Baptist church ushered in what 1t
calls its Feast of Tabernacles'-the
annual business meeting of the church,
at watch Is recounted and measured
the '1ngathering" of the year. This
meeting will occur next Wednesday,
and be celebrated by the church by
social and praise meeting all afternoon,
a supper for church members at ana
the business meeting at 1880.
The Feast of Iabernacles," under
the old Jewish law, was the last of the
three great feasts--the eliminating
feast of the series. 1t occurred at the
crown of the year, in the seventh
month, and lasted q week, with an
eighth day added In later period. IL
was the harvest home of Israel,
sometimes called the Feast of the In
gathering" and its customs were es-
pecially joyous. Thou shalt rejoice
in thy feast" was the Divine COM
mand thou and thy son, and thy
daughter, and thy maid servant, ana
thy man servant, and the Levite, ana
the stranger, and the fatherless, ana
the widow, that are within thy gates.
SO Temple church keeps 1t, for the
time happily concurs with the date
of it's annual meeting. And the re-
joicing began yesterday. Pastors Bur-
dette read for the morning lesson the
Ninetieth Psalm and selected the SIX
teenth and seventeenth verses for his
text: Let thy work appear unto tiny
servants, and thy glory upon their
children. And let the beauty of the
Lord our God be upon us; and estab-
lish thou the work of our hands upon
us; yea, the work of our hands estaD-
lish thou It,"
This ought to be-" said DR.. Bur-
dette, 1.-The happiest, gladdest, CRATE
fullest church in California this morn
ing. In the newness of the mercies
which our souls are counting today
we can find no better psalm of praise
and gratitude than this psalm of
Moses, the man of God. 1t stands In
the history of the human race like q
great mountain of granite in the midst
of the restless sea of time and events
"a landmark of all history. About 1T
have surged the tides of the passions
and the restless currents of the am
billions and purposes of men. The deep,
unseen currents of the profound have
swept past it, even as the stars have
marched across the fathomless heights
above 1t. The sea has slept at its feet,
calm as a little one in the mothers
arms. And it has awakened In the
fury of it's widest storms and thun-
dered against the pinnacled cliffs, only
to fall back into it's impotent abyss
in wreathing spray.
Psalm Still Lives
80 about this psalm the world has
moved Sorrow has sobbed and JOY
has laughed in its shadow. Heart
ache and heartbreak have leaned their
white faces against its consultations
The singing of little children, the
shouting of men, the pleasures OF
youth, the ambitions of manhood-all
~. Al Ia6 frAnr nod
around 1t through all the generations
of men, while the years have multi
piled themselves into the centuries and
the centuries have woven their days
into the ages-and today this psalm,
with it's majestic measures, chants the
joys and hopes and sorrows of men in
the inspired phrases of the Infinite.
To-day, in the eternal calm to which
1t lifts the souls of men, it proclatms
the unchanging truth 1t declared to
our fathers in the ages paSt-that GOD
alone is unchanging in this world of
change and decay. Our days are tale
that is told and forgotten; God alone
is from everlasting to everlasting. And
his majesty, his glory, his might, his
eternity-this is our dwelling place. A
dwelling place is not a sepuicher for
the dead; 1t Is a home for the living.
No drifting ark, no moving tent, no
building of steel-ribbed stone can hold
our souls-our dwelling place is the
God of the eternities. We dwell in
the rock, in the Infinite strength. In
our own little pilgrimage Of five years
we have worshiped and tarried in five
camping places. but all the time our
souls rested in the mighty love; the
everlasting arms throbbed under our
marching feet; under the shadow we
journeyed; under the pillar of fire we
slept, and the shadow and the flame
Nod I'd
slept and by whose side we marched.
Our tents are gone out of our lives.
Elm, with it's sweet fountains, and
Marah, with its bitter waters, long
ago we passed. And this temple,
builded by the skill and wisdom of
men, wrought bv strong hands of hon
est labor to Withstand earthquake, fire
and storm-this, too, is an earthly tab
ernacle, and will one day pass away
like the dust of the quarries whence it
came, but Away and forever Jehovah
will be our dwelling place. Beneath
u.s. the grave; above us, the stars; and
around us, God, our eternal home. In
Him we live, though this mortal body
is dust underneath a crumbling head
stone.
Gods Work Alone Endures
LET thy work appear unto thy
servants; thy glory upon their chill
dren: and establish thou the work of
our hands, Thy work. All the work
that we do without God passes away
with the flowers Of the field. Amid the
drift and wreckage of the years, the
ruins of the ages, the chaos of forgot
ten kingdoms, the shadow of banished
races-show us Thy work, Oh. God
Not in the heaven of Thy splendor,
but here in the world of Thy glory; in
this world of sin and tears, and strug-
gle and sorrow, of poverty and toll.
''Show us the leper cleansed from
stains of sin; the drunkard made
sober; the blasphemer cody; the hun
cry fed; the poor made rich; the
tempted delivered; the naked clothed;
the sorrowing made glad; the mourner
the thief made honest, and
the liar truthful. Show us the mad
man of misrule and wrong and misery,
living among the foul tombs of the
dead, cleansed, restored, clothed and
sitting in his right mind where all
mankind will come when the mind is
the feet of Jesus" All, we