The Washington herald., 1918-01-17
EVENING SERMON
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with your neighbor. you might like
him"
OH You get up in the morning
and eat your toast and egg ana drink
cup of coffee and eat a sinker
and hurry down to the ofice, and
you are back at night wedged in
the car, with your nose buried in a
newspaper, and you go back into
your house and just as the ancient
cave-dwellers pulled the ladder in
after them. so you crawl in your
cave and shut the world out.
Oh! what about the family next
door to you? There may be a sick
: child in there and a mother with
her heart breaking, she yearns for
kind word of sympathy. Who lives
beyond the brick and cement wall
Of your cave? You might find a
kindred spirit there, one that would
help you and one that you can help,
so I offer as az slogan.
Get acquainted with your neigh
Dor: you might like him."
THE hour is come" to present our
selves to God. One life out of har-
mony and there is no blessing. A
preacher in discord won't come near
| the Tabernacle, will keep the bless
! ing away from his church, then when
the revival is over he will run around
and knock and say, well, nobody
! iCined our church"
Well. nobody ought to, either! They
say. I'VE didn't get anything out of
it,
It's no more than you deserve. Dis
| cord grieves the spirit of God
Did you ever hear the story of
Prof. Blackey, the eminent Scotch
man? He was a stickler for class
etiquette and discipline. One day a
young fellow came and stood UP to
recite and he held his book in his
right hand with his left hand behind
his back. Prof. Blackey said to him:
Take your book in your left hand.
The rules of this schoolroom are,
Hold your book In your left hand,
so comply or apologize"
He did not comply and Prof. Black
ey jumped to his feet and said:
Come back, sir. take your book
in your left or sit down."
The young Scotchman took his left
arm from behind his back and Il
ended at the wrist. He said: Please
sir, Prof. Blackey, 1 have no left
hand"
And the students say that Prof.
Blackey jumped to his feet and he
| rushed down the aisle, he threw his
| arms around him and said. II hee
your pardon, sir. 1 didn't know YOU
| didn't have a left hand or wouldn't
nave said that; feel sorry" and the
students cheered and cheered Prof.
| Blackey.
DR.. A. ]. Gordon. the godly Ban
tist divine of Boston, who went to
Heaven years ago. was telling that
story in a sermon one Sunday night,
Back about twenty seats from the
front in the middle section a man
jumped to his feet and said:
| Dr. Gordon, will you please par
don the premature interruption? /
know that story is true, was that
young man. Professor RIackey led
me to Jesus Christ and l have been
preaching the Gospel for eleven
years" and as he said it, he raised
his left arm above his head and il
ended at the wrist.
If Professor Blackey had not been
right. he never would have made the
acknowledgment.
GO-Search for the Lost.
So the hour has come to go out
after the lost. The hour has come
| to go out after the lost people. In
| Genesis, xix, we have the illustra-
| tion of two angels going into Sodom.
II angels are yelling to go into
Sodom, then we ought to be willing
to go anywhere to try and help
somebody to Jesus Christ. The an
gels hastened Lot.
Oh, it is almost unpopular to be
enthusiastic, but l tell you very
little of the power of God will ever
rest upon you as an individual or a
community unless we show enthu-
siasm for Jesus Christ. They laid
hold upon Lot, they actually
dragged him out of the city; they
laid hold upon him. Oh. where the
sermon may fail the warm hand
clasp will do it.
Some one sent me an illustration
Of Jenny Lind, the Swedish night
ingale. When she was a little girl
in Sweden one of her neighbors was
a blacksmith boy named Max Bron-
son. They played together. wan