Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-07-28

Greeks, Christ the power of God, and
the wisdom of God. Because the fool
ishness of God is wiser than men; and
the weakness of God is stronger than
men. For ye see your calling, breth-
rem, how that not many wise men after
the flesh, not many mighty, not many
noble, are called. But God hath
chosen the foolish things of the world
to confound the WISE and God has
chosen the weak things of the world
to confound the things which are
mighty; and base things of the world,
and things which are despised, hath
God chosen, yea, and things which are
not, to bring to nought things that
are; That no flesh should glory in his
presence. But of him are we in Christ
Jesus, who of God is made unto us
wisdom, and righteousness, and sane
tification, and redemption; That, &C
cording as it was written, He that
glorieth, let him glory in the Lord.
And I, brethren, when 1 came to
you, came not with excellence of
speech, or of wisdom, declaring unto
you the testimony of God. For deter
mined not to know anything among
you, save Jesus Christ, and him cru
Gifted"
"Pan Is Dead"
The most cynical of modern Ameri-
leans who sneers at any national policy
which looks beyond selfish and ma
terial ACKNOWLEDGMENT could not be
more disdainful of the cross idea than
the old Greeks They were quite as
heather as he. Look out for number
one" was the rule then applied with a
ruthlessness and a cruelty not permit
ted now The sacrificial gospel of
Jesus was laughed at. The Jews STUN
bled over it, and the Greeks called it
| Ifoolishness. Redemption by way of
I - n tV1l hi
| Nevertheless, the Cross conquered. All
the sophistry and the philosophy and
the entrenched materialism of those
| first two centuries fell crashing before
the Cross of Christ. The gods of sem
suality and selfshness which held sway
/ in Corinth were routed by Christ, and
Him crucified. Mrs. Browning puts
the case graphically in her poem, Pan
| Is Dead" wherein she pictures the
news coming to mariners that the
heather gods had been defeated:
Calm, of old, the bark went onward,
When a cry more loud than wind,
Rose up, deepened, and swept sun
ward,
From the piled Dark behind;
And the sun shrank, and grew pale,
Breathed against by the great vail
Pan. Pan, is dead
And that dismal cry rose slowly
And sank slowly through the air,
Full of spirits melancholy
And eternity's despair!
And they heard the word it said
Pan is dead-Great Pan is dead
Pan, Pan. is dead.
Twas the hour when One in Sion
Hung for loves sake on a cross;
When His brow was chill with dying,
And his soul was faint with loss;
When His priestly blood dropped
downward,
; And His kingly eyes looked throne.
ward
Then Pan was dead.
by the love He stood alone in,
His sole Godhead rose complete,
And the false gods fell down moan
ing,
J Each from off his golden seat,
J All the false gods with a cry
Rendered up their deity
J Pan, Pan, was dead"
Getting Down to Fundamentals
When we talk with a really grea'
J man about his life he will be founC
discounting mere book learning anc
philosophy He was not taught By
any books how to conquer the world
} He is one of many who are sure that
} we have unduiy exalted mere educa.
ton. Our sophisticated day is in
danger of making fetish Of scholar