The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1910-03-19
HUMAN RESPECT
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age, in fear, but Christ has purchased you by the
shedding of His blood, and raised you to the day of
freedom, in which you can call God your Father.
The creature is delivered from the servtude of
ruption into the liberty of the Glory of the chill
dren of God" The words which St. Paul spoke to
the Christians of old are for the Christians of all
time. We are children of God, brothers of Jesus
Christ and heirs to a kingdom lighted up by the
glory of Him who is from eternity unto eternity.
The dgnities the riches the gories of earth are as
nought when compared to the dgnities the riches,
the glories of the faithful child of God. His free
dom shall have moment of slavery, his glory
never shall have one dark shadow to mar its bright
ness.
In this our day, Dearly Beloved, there are many
Christians who value not this exalted dignity, who
sell their freedom. In the onward march to the
kingdom of God, many Christians step aside from
the ranks of the sons the soldiers of God and tax
ing off the uniform of liberty, throwing aside the
sword of honor, truth justice and the right sit
down by the waysde with the stragglers, the chill
dren of bondage over whom the banner of the evil
floats. Why this faltering why this faint heart
edness9 Why this cowardicel Why this slavery
[ will tell you. The slaves by the wayside, the
children of the darkness, shout out: "Why march
on, why endure the tolls and the heat of the day9
Sit down with here, for the land to which you
march is far away, and the God who reigns there is
perhaps only myth" and the voices of the way
side prevail. Forth from the ranks steps he who
was raised to the dignity of a child soldier of
God, and leaving the road that leads to everlasting
light he sits down with the bondsmen the slaves of
sin by the wayside, which hangs the cloud of
everlasting night. The voices of the slaves call
and he leaves his freedom, and he hugs his chains
The road of justice, truth and right lay before him.
and he forsakes it for the paths of iniquity dark
ness and death, and all because the slaves voices
call
Am painting for you, Dearly Beloved, an i'm
possible picture9 All, would to God I was, but the
picture is only too true and you have only to look
out there into the world to see how real it is.
This is Sunday morning. and the children of
God kneel under the banner of their freedom and
raise their eyes and hands in homage and adora-
ton to the Great Cod who is the strength of their
faith and hope and charity. In His temples thew
to freedom. Others should be there, but thew are
missing. The voices of the slaves called, kneel
not, don't be a weakling with us to the fields
OF pleasure the fields of sn and they passed by the
House of God arm in arm with the slaves and went
down the road of slavery the road of death.
The confessional, home of peace home of COM
fort and resolve stands in the corner of the church
There God waits to hear the voice of sorrow and
repentance, to bestow the kiss of love and forgive
ness but many go not there because again the voice
of the slave rings out: you cannot leave me Won
coward if you do. Pshaw None but the old
the pious, kneel there. Stay with us and eat and
drink and make merry yet awhile"
Yes yes, out there in the world men and women
every day turn aside from the peths of Justice
honor and the right, men and women are false to
their God and barter away that freedom which their
elder brother Jesus handed to them from Cal
vary's Gross, and all this because the voices of
the slaves called, the voices of the slaves Knocked
ST. PauI stands before the Roman tribunal and