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THE PULPIT.
A SCHOLARLY SUNDAY SERMON BY
THE REV. JOEL B. SLOCUM.
Theme: Prisoners of Hope.

pastor, the Rev Joel Byron Slocum,
A NJ, delivered the sermon, his sub
iect being prisoners of Hope" His
text was John 1919. Il am the door. "
His sermon follows:
If Love is the greatest Of the three
angels of life, Hope is next to the
greatest. We are prisoners Of hope.
An old-fashioned picture, which l
saw for the first time years ago, and
many times since, has always made
on me a profound impression. 1t
represents a sad gathering of the fam
lily in the ample living room of the
old home. The oldest boy, a manly
fellow, clothed in the homespun of
the farm, but with Straightforward
eyes and erect form, is standing in
the centre of the room, and the
mother is clinging to him as though
she could not let him go. The other
members of the family show how
keenly they feel this parting. But
the artist has skilfully depicted in
the face of the mother, not anxiety
and not heartbreak alone, but the
benediction of great hope. The boy
is going to the great city. His pur-
pose is as truly heroic as ever moved
a knight to seek the Holy Grail.
Long vigils of prayer will follow him,
even as years Of parental prayers pre-
ceded his going. How often she had
fingered at his bedside, long after
sleep had closed his eyes, and lifted
UP such a petition for him as only a
Christian mother can breathe out Of
her Utmost spirit. So now, as she
sends him forth, she is saying in her.
heart: 81 know he'll be good and
noble and take a mans part in a
manly life" Hers is the quality of
hope that passes over the borderlandi
of mere expectation into the gardens
of certainty. Better for that young
man that he had never been born!
than that he should disappoint such
a hope.
How we'll | recall the day that
marked the crisis of my leaving the
old home for the great city. AS he
said goodbye there was one word
which, in broken accents, my father.
spoke, as he took my hand in his.
1t was the word remember" He.
could not have selected more sig.
nificant expression Into those three
syllables were gathered up the price
less influences of a Christian home
In the year that followed, through
all the temptations of big city, that
parting suggestion was never for
gotten. Whenever sin whispered,
there was always another voice that
said: Remember.
In the midst of the instructions
which Jehovah gave to Moses there
was this impressive command: "And
thou shalt remember all the way
which Jehovah thy God hath led
~, al ~f h i1
year there stand with US to-day two
angels, Memory and Hope. However
much we may be inclined to turn to
cerned with the other 1t is we'll
that we should not forget the merci-
full past; it is more important still
that we should be equipped for the
shadowy future. In an old German
church there is this inscriptions:
Look not mournfully into the past;
prove the present; it is thine. Go
without a fear and with a manly
heart" Concerning the future, we
are this morning prisoners of hope;
with emphasis on the hope. Our con-
f1dence is justified by the truth of the
tSAI- tlll Tic oCUI.
There are two doors between us
and the kingdom. One of them is
controlled largely by ourselves. 1t is
so often stands and knocks and waits
to hear our invitation. But the other
door is the one over which He Him
self presides. Behold, I have set
before thee an open door, which no
oh
to our heritage and to our service
through the door which He has left
open. He will come to us through
the door which it is our privilege to
unlatch.
Outside one Of the beautiful gate
ways Of the magnificent mosque of
St. Sofia, in Constantinople, there is
a picture of an open Bible with this
inscription: 'FThe Lord said, I am the
door; by Me. if any man enter in he
shall be saved" The Mahomedans
left this inscription when they took
the beautiful temple from the Chris
tians; because they could see no ref
erence in it to Jesus Christ. Every
thing else that suggested Christianity
CT the Cross was obliterated. There
is a twentieth century spirit that
would obliterate Jesus Christ and the
necessity of His saving work. But
meanwhile He, the strong Son of God,
calmly waits for the worlds recog-
milton. He has presented His proofs,
and the responsibility is ours. There
is TO other gosnel, no other road, no
ether Christ. For his own convent
cnce man has invented number of
short cuts" But it remains as true
to-day as when Jesus Himself spoke
the words, that he who climbs up
some other way is "a thief and rob-
ber"
There is an interesting painting,
representing Jesus standing at the
door of the fold. With His right
hand He holds open the door; with
His left arm He holds, against His
heart, tiny lamb that is not strong
enough yet to take it's place in the
great throng Of sheep. The key re-
mains in the outside of the door.
Two pigeons over the door post are
smuggling down for the night. In the
fore ground there are two lambs. fol-
lowed by their mothers, and these
in turn are followed by long line of
sheep and lambs as far back as the
eye can reach. AS these beautiful,
innocent creatures pass under the
outstretched arm of the great Shep-
herd into the fold, it seems as though
they must be aware that they are re-
ceiving His protection and benedic-
ton. Through the open door the eye
travels far down the hillside into the
cloudless west. The light of day is
fading into a crimson sunset. The
attitude of Jesus, the yearning look
which He gives to the incoming sheep,
suggests strength, combined with I'M
utterable love. You seem to hear
Him saying again, Il am the door of
the sheep. l am the door; by Me if
any man enter in, he shall be saved
and shall go in and go out and shall
find pasture" And at the same time
that He is the door of the fold, He is
the Shepherd of the sheep. 81 am
the good Shepherd; the good Shop
herd layetl down his life for the
sheep" Looking at the picture, there
came to me, with new force, the
three-fold commission of our Lord to
Peter: Feed My lambs; tend My
sheep; feed My sheep Before we