Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1911-05-25
ASATURDAY
&&3E NIGHT
| SERMONS N
BY
,@&HuElw .Pupannn
THE TRIBE OF THE NINE INGRATES

Text. Were there not ten cleanser
Where are the nine?"-Luke xvii. Il.
Afternoon in Samaria. The blazing
Syrian sun beats down tiercely on
little lazar colony. Quarantine for thr
Iepcrs huddltd there. No wife. chill
drcn. ncichbors. synagogue for them
Only loalhcsome. pollutine. dcforming
disease. The air of the lazAretto Is
fetid and S"kcning. Hair falling from
head and eyebrows; nails looScnin".
dccaying. dropping off: gums absorb
ed. teeth falling: nose. lips eyes rot
ting They venture near the road call
ing for aims and crying the warming.
"Unclean. unclean"' There's Il com
motion down the road. Gcd v!
Abram. It's the Nazarcne. Jesus
Master have mercy on us "Go show
yourselves unto the priests" They
start Can it be? What? No. Look,
Ben Ahaz. thy skins flushed pink"
"And thine. Ben Ezra. CLOVIS like a
childs.' AS they went they were
healed" Hear their cries Of joy. Alb,
lpN lONVN 'ilNSs ''uN u Va ''bs
fingers. synagogue on Sabbath day
One stops running. whats wrong
Ben Ezra? Hast forgotten something
In lazar llouse?" His eyes swim with
tears Grateful Samaritan. On thy
face in the dust before Jesus.
Thanks. noble rabbi. Thou son Of
God. accept a poor leper's gratitude"
David's son looks-it is despised
Samaritan. A ruby shining in the
dust! Were there not ten? Where
are the nine?" Their cries still ring
on the air. but it's as sounding brass
and tinkling cymbal. Cool evening
breeZes 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 hell
Dante puts the ungrateful. It's a
crowded circle. Among the epers
one decent out of ten. and he Il
foreigner. Ninetenths ungrateful.
Is that about the proportion:
David said in his haste all men
were liars. Carlyle said in his
leisure that England's population
was 50 many millions, mostly fools
!ucra;i. ule 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 a sinking ship
The friend of today is the Judas of
tomorrow You give nine times and
refuse the tenth, it brings bitter re
proach. The most lritling offensc
makes all else forgotten. As
Polonius said. Loan oft loseth both
itself and friend" The ungratefu
man has no sin but one. the rest are
virtues. Iron can he melted. but not
an ungrateful spirit 1t is one animal
trait we get from the swine: he nev-
er looks up to the apple tree to see
from whence the fruit falls. The dog
waas it's tail and looks gratitude in
your face In the big black catalogue
hatred is an active sin. ingratitude is
passive. 1t consists in doing moth
ing. 1t lives in the road that leads
to envy. malice. Denying Peter. doubt
Ing Thomas AMI treacherous Judas
live on the same street.
Where the Shoe Pinches.
Mrs. S. # Norton Of Troy. a philan-
thropist. died the other day. Pinned
to her will were these pitiful words:
This is the. nd-friendliness, dissO-
luton. death. Let no one play the
game of philanthropy who would de.
sire peace and peaceful end" CARR
son and Lovejoy are mobbed. Manila
is remembered, Dewey is forgotten
Men speak of the Merrimac-Iobson
is jeered Ingratitude is robbery: 1t
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 Il
serpent's tooth it Is to have thank
less child" Children have no kiss for
Il mother because she Is old and
wrinklcd. Unlovely. When they were
small. sick. fevercd breath. lOathsOme
sores. unlovely. that mother cared for
them. Tho reward is Indifference. dis
regard, diShonor, Love doesn't ask
wages, only Il smile of recognition.
Pitifully we stand over Il coffin to
place Il rose in Il helpless hand that
yesterday was passed when. extended,
1t craved a touch. We lay our bunch
OF forgetmenots on a heart that yes
terday ached Tor an approving word
Many a mausOleum is an effort to con
fine in granite memory that aches
and cries and sobs the story Of neglect
"And Unto God"
If one hands us Il glass of water we
say "Thank you" But for the ten
thousand times God Stakes our thirst,
feeds our hunger, clothes us. shelters
us. bounds us on the north. south, east
and west with his melcies. how many
'Thanks?" But he knows l mean
it," That's a large assumption. Graf
itude to God or man, like love. must
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