The Norfolk weekly news-journal. (Norfolk, Neb.) 1900-19??, 1911-01-27
ASATURDAY
@FE$ NIGHT
! \ SERMONS
BY
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THE TRIBE or THE NINE INGRATEs

THE TRIBE or THE NINE IkGRATES-
Text. Were there not ten cieansei'
Where are the nine7"-Lukc xvii, L.
Afternoon In Samaria. The hlnalnx
Syrian sun beats down ferccly on n
little la2ar colony Quarantine for the
lepcrs huddlcd there. No wife. chit
dren, neighbors, synagogue for them
Only loathesome, pollutlng. dcforming
disease. The air OF the lazarctto s
fctid and sickcning Hair falling FROM
head and eyebrows; nails looscninSs
dccaying, dropping on: gums ABSORB
ed, teeth falling; nose. lips, eyes rot
ting. They venture near the road call
ing for aims and crying the warning.
"Unclean, unclean" There's a com
motion down the road. God OF
Abram! It's the Nazarene! JESUS
Master, have mercy on us!" eco show
yourselves unto the priests" They
start. Can II be? what? No LOOK.
Ben Ahaz, thy skins flushed pink"
"And thine. Ben Ezra, glows like r
child's" "As they went they were
healed" Hear their cries OF joy! An,
fingers, synagogue on Sabbath day
One stops running. What's wrong
Ben Ezra? Hast forgotten something
In lazar house," His eyes swim with
tears. Grateful Samaritan! On thy
face in the dust before Jesus.
Thanks, noble rabbi Thou son or
God, accept n poor lcpers gratitude"
David's son lookS-it Is despiset
Samaritan A ruby shining in the
dust! Were there not ten2 Where
are the nincr" Their cries still ring
on the air. but it's as sounding brass
and tinkling cymbal. Cool evening
brecZes chill the carpenter as he treads
mountain height toward his place OF
prayer. Something makes him draw
his cloak closer about him.
Eaten Bread Soon Forgotten.
In the ninth circle, the lowest heit.
Dante puts the ungrateful It's n
crowded circle Among the lepers
! one decent out of ten, and he
foreigner! Ninc.tenths ungrateful.
Is that about the proportion?
David said in his haste all men
were liars. Carlyle said in his
leisure that Englands population
was so many millions, mostly fools
InEratitude is the most common sin
1t is one OF humanity's meancst traits.
And also the most eXasperating. Fair
weather and prosperity find You sur
rounded by friends. A storm scatters
them. Rats forsake sinking ship.
The friend of today is the Judas Of
| tomorrow. You give nine times and
refuse the tenth, 1t brings bitter re
proach, The most tri6ing offense
! makes all else forgotten As
Polonius said, Loan oft loseth both.
| itself and friend" The ungratefua
man has no sin but one the rest are
virtues. Iron can be melted. but not
an unGrateful spirit 1t is one animal
trait we get from the swine; he nov.
er looks up to the apple tree TO see.
from whence the fruit falls. The dog
waGs it's tail and looks gratitude in
Your face. In the big black catalogue,
hatred Is an active sin. ingratitude il
passive. 1t consists in doing uoth-
ing, It lives in the road that leads
to envy, malice. Denying Peter, doubt
ing Thomas and trcacherOus Judas
live on the same street
Where the Shoe Pinches.
Mrs. $. f. Norton of Troy, n phimn
thropist. died the other day. Pinned
to her will were these pitiful words
"rhis Is the end -friendlineSs, diss0-
luton, death. Let no one play the
game Of philanthropy who would de
sire peace and peaceful end" Garri-
son and LOveioy are mobbcd. Manila
is remembered, Dewey is forgotten,
Men speak OF the Merrimac- HobsOr
Is jeered.s Ingratitude is robbery; II
withhOldS that which Is justly due
1t Is cruelty as well. Physical pain
can be borne; mental pain is like this
ties in your pillow. Sharper than a
serpents tooth it is to have thank
less child" Children have no kiss for
a mother, because she is old and
wrinkled, Unlovely. When they We're
small, sick, fevered breath, loathSome
sores, uhiovely, that mother cared for
them. The reward Is Indifference, dis
regard, dishOnor. Love doesn't ask
wages, only a smile of recognition.
: Pitlfully we stand over a coffin to
place rose in a helpless hand that
yesterday was passed when. extended
I 1t craved Il touch. We lay our bunch
OF forgetmenOts on a heart that yes
terday ached Tor an approving word
Many mausOleum Is an effort to con
fine in granite memory that aches,
and cries and sobs the story OF neglect
> "And Unto God"
II one hands us a glass of water we
gay THANK you" But for the ten
= thousand times God stakes our thirst,
feeds our hunger clothes us, shelters
MS bounds us on the north. south, east
and west with his mercies. how many
i Thanks" But he knows | mean
+ it," That's large assumption. Graf
; itude TO God or man, like love. must
] not only he felt, but told, Thank God
l. Be grateful! One day at an insane
+ asylum Il poor bedamite asked me,
"Prcacher, did you ever thank God
you weren't crazyF' | never had, bat
u ! did. On the way home thanked
e Him that | was a human being, not
e beast of the field; man, healthy, Of
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