The Washington herald., 1918-01-18

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dear ones. your wife or your children.
and the sound Of little children at
play; that you can drink in the
melody with which God has filed
this whole world; hear the word
preached and hear them sing itr You
can hear the voice OF your mother or
your child. Step to a telephone, hear
your loved ones In Chicago or San
Francisco.
Oh, what an awful calamity to be
deaf, and to lose all the good that
comes through being able to hear!
And can you think of such a great
blessing coming to you through such
wonderful privilege and not have
your heart quicken with gratitude to
God? Then never hear q sound
again without thanking God that you
can hear, by the mercies of God.
Thank God for Taste.
Did you ever thank God for the
blessings of taste? You know there
are people that can not tell by taste
whether they are eating strawberries
and cream or baled shavings. There
are other people that have such vi
cious tastes it is almost impossible to
CoNG anu yOA Oh6ul " HOu
making SO many good things taste
good. God might have made our food
taste like quinine or garbage, but He
didn't.
Talk about the disagreeable things
Just stop where you are. Think
about the good things in the world,
and then Thank God that you. don't
have to hold your nose and make a
fare
table. There are people that don't
know what 1t means, no. sir.
Did you ever thank God that you
can breathe. breathe without pain,
that you have good lungs? OF all
the people who die in this country,
one out of eleven die from consump-
tion; and of all the women who die,
one out of eight die from cancer. But
the time will come when tht physi-
clans, by their marvellous skill, will de-
feat the white plague and beat back
that dread scOurge which pushes ona
out of eleven into the coffin. Ever
thank God that you can breathe?
Did you ever thank God that you
can sleep? II not, If was the Lord,
I'd keep you awake every night for
about a month until you apprecia ted
IT, There are a lot of people that
don't know what II is to sleep unless
they take an opiate. and then they
Work over in their mind what has
been their calling through the day.
Did you ever thank God for the hos
pltais! Did you ever. thank God for
the doctors? Ever thank God for the
nurses! Oh. how many of US here to-
| night would be in our graves if it
wasn't for the skill of the men who
come with their scalpel and trocar to
remove the putrefying abcesses that
bore their way toward our vitals and
threaten to put US in the grave?
DID you ever thank God for all the
wonderful blessings in the world. by
the mercies Of God? For the bread
you ate for your supper, while other
people Just as good as you will go to
bed hungry? You live above the hun
ser-hne and they live below the hun
ger-line.
Did you ever thank God for the
drought that never came; for the
tact that America has never scraped
the bottom Of her meal barrel, never:
Ior the cattle on a thousand hills;
Tor the green of spring, which is a
haroinger Of what God will do for US,
and our granaries will be full. in the
ran; for the lie that somebody ut
tered about you, derogatory to your
character, and that became a boon,
Grange in the face of the reprobate
that dared spew ii out to assasinata
your character; for the health thu,
enables you to sit here and listen
while others just as good are writh-
| ing in pain and suffering in some
hospital or home?
What n Lesson!
preached in a town In Illinois and
they said to me when I got through,
Will you go to see a man?"
said, rs he well or sick?"
They said. He is sick"
said, well, / am not going tn
chase around and see these well
ones, but a sick man-yes, I will
CO."
went and found the man lying
In bed, and his limbs were no larger
than my wrists. This man hadn't
told me a thing about it. I said,
How long have you been in bed"
He said, Il have been in bed for
thirty-four years"
It was up in Elgin, Ill. A friend
OF mine had been to see him and he
said to him, Don't you suffer here?
Doesn't 1t go against the grain u
lie here and suffer-
He said, 'T feel So sorry for well
people that can walk but don't know
Jesus Christ, and I'd rather lie here,
knowing Jesus Christ, than to be able
to walk and not know Him"
What q lesson!
BY the mercies OF God"-by the
baby that will wait for you when
you come home tonight, while some
body piles six feet of dirt on top Of
theirs this afternoon; by the wife,
while some man buries his, and he
has to be father and mother to the
little brood left behind: by the saliva
ton that you enjoy, with your name
written in the Lambs Book Of Life,
while the fellow that sits next to you,
IL he died, he'd be in hell before mid
night, and 1t Is now twenty-five mins
utes past eight.
by the mercies Of God"-if your
heart Isn't a piece of adamant, a
hunk OF stone. # will melt with graf
itude to the Giver Of all good.
II beseech you. brethren" No or
ders from q staggering martinez, no
delivery down 10 the rank and file;
no speaking down from some lofty,
superior eminence OF wealth or Of
learning or social position.
A Friend Of mine went to England
years ago to deliver some addresses
on the labor question, and one day
the chairman Of the day was the
daughter Of an earl. and she intro
duced my friend something like this:
You of the working class, you of
the common people. must be convinc-
ed that We OF the aristocracy, are
much interested in your welfare and
We desire IN inforrn ana ar1toh4o.