The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1912-06-28

-Iyan Sdiu, make ready, take aim,
FIRE. Then the fire of the Lord fell
and there was such another splashinp
and sputtering and frying and burning
as those prophets of Baal had never
seen. When it was all over there was
nothing left to tell the tale except a
hole in the ground, about the size of a
cellar. Preacher friends of mine-let
me tell you what to do. Don't change
that wireless message sent you at
some altar, one time, somewhere, don't
add word, don't lop off word, but
stand there and say, make ready, take
aim, FIRE There is why and when
you will get your power. There will
be splashing and spluttering and fry
and enough to fill your heart with joy,
but listen to that voice behind thee
saying, This is the way, Walk We into
it.
Listen to that COD. falling across
the univ rse. Hear that wireless mes
sage from beyond Orion. No man
can put his finger on line in the
Bible to indicate that God ever was
going to take down his sending in
strument, and the message radiates
today as of yore, but countless thou
sands of people are out of adjustment
and hear it not. 1t still comes. Here
and there weeping soul kneels at
an altar, lifts his cry Of delight amid
the hymns of praise and his tear
bedlmmed eyes are forgotten as he
says with acclaim of pardon, It's done,
It's done, the great transaction's
done. He means he has heard that
still small voice falling through the
eternal distances, saying, you have
meant it and so do mean it. Take I'D
your cross and follow me.
Hallelujah. Fifteen years of my life
have been devoted to sending and re-
ceiving Geographic messages Lit
terly years of my life were spent with
my fingers on little guttapercha
button while away far out on some
desert at the other end of the wire
some young man wrote off from the
responding instrument the story
my fingers were placing upon the
wire. l have changed off with him,
and in turn my hand has put in writ
ing the dots and dashes which came
to me across the miles of wired space,
but the sweetest message of all time,
came to me that night, when from
afar fell across that wirless space,
guided only by solemn stiffness and
the strands Of burning guilt, the voice
SAID: This is the way, walk We into
it.
When the child reaches the age of
twelve, it should be stopped in its
mad rush for information, and then
and there it should be taught to wait
for this wireless message. Certain
minutes each day should be set aside
for this feature of life. No amount
of education will sufficient, no weary
days of toll will answer the pur-
pose, no years of doing good works,
and no quantity of belief will ever
supply that mysterious maximum to
be found in waiting, just WAITING.
Today this is lost art. 1t is a neg
lected science. Literally millions Of
children are never taught this car
dinal thing. When the child is old
enough, we lift him up to his feet and
tell him to go. We do not stop to
consider the strength of his legs, or
OF the bow that comes to them, we
simply want him to GO, and he goes.
It's go all his days. He must be
crammed at school, crammed with
food, crammed with doubts, and never
word told him about the awful fact
that the race is losing out the former
communion with God. God has not
ceased to send his messages, but we
have cut the wireless connection be-
tween. l can go into the telegraph
Office in this city and put every in
strument out of connection in the
presence of score of unframed per-
sons and not one of them will detect
my work, or discover that the mes
sages are being butchered and rem
dered entirely unreadable So it is
with the wireless message from God.
If you lie, stop. You will hear the
little tapping on the diaphragm of
your soul Those tappings are made
by the finger of the wireless operator
in Heaven. Listen, that message is
saying: Don't do it." You do not
need to recall one word of written
Bible That voice behind you will
say don't The Bible is simply a book
of instructions, telling us how to ad-
Just for the wireless word that is COM
ing. If the adjustment spring is a
little too stiff, turn it down little. If
little too low, turn it up little. The
Bible tells you which way to turn
the screw. but it was never intended
that we should make God of it to
the resisting of the spirit voice that
falls upon our souls,
II you steal, stop and listen. Some
thing will tell you to go and put 1t
back That is wireless instrument
sending a message. II you are about
to steal. stop. and the wireless instru-
ment will tick off word telling you
not to do it.
Thoughts are things. On the plane
of thought they pile up as lava rock
on earth. or as rotten cabbage in a
cellar Forests of thought are every
where about us and we are sent there
in with our axe and told to cut load
and bring it out. Let no man suppose
he must cut little gnarly things. for in
the forest stands perfect stats.
On the rail road crossing there is