The theocrat. [volume] (Zion City [i.e. Zion], Ill.) 1914-1949, 1918-04-06
Some More of "Bily" Sundays Shameless
Literary Thefts

The prettiest picture that God has ever
painted or the world ever looked at is a father
and mother that love Jesus Christ, and they
take hold of the hand Of their oldest child and
the next oldest child and the next child down
the line to the youngest and the whole family
60 shouting and singing into glory.
The blackest picture the world may see is to
see father and mother without Christ,
mother without Christ and locking arms, taking
hold Of the oldest child and the next and the
next and on down to the youngest, and see the
whole family going to hell.
When Napoleon Bonaparte was asked, "What
do you regard as the greatest need of France?"
he replied, "Mothers, mothers, mothers" F"
You women can make a hell of home or
heaven of home
If I were going to investigate your piety, I
would rather ask the girl who works for you.
| If [ were going to find out what kind of
business man you are, I would ask the clerks
who stand behind your counter. would not 60
to the preacher. No.
This talk about the Land of the Free is dis
counted when the children look like rummage
sale in a second hand store with unlzempt hair,
ripped pants, buttons off, stockings hanging
down = it does not take the wisdom Of truth
to see that that mother is too busy with her
social duties, clubs, ETC., to pay much attention
to the kids:
Henry w. Grady = whose life was too short
when he was young man left the south and
went to New York
In walking down the street one day he noticed
crepe on the door four doors away. He asked!
the landlady if some one had died. She. said j
'Oh, yes. [ heard there was woman over.
there sick and guess she's dead Haven t
you been over to see her?' "No, I am too
busy" "Had she any children?'' eyes, four
or five" "When is the funeral?' s'This af-
ternoon.' Are you going?" emo"
Henry walked away and said, stThis is no
place for Henry w. Grady. I am going down
south, where, when the neighbors take sick, we
are not too busy to go and see them and COM
fort them, and when they die, we are not so
busy we cannot carry few flowers. The least
we can do is to see if we cannot help them bear
their burdens and stand by them"
And he left the north and went south and be-
came the brilliant editor of the "Atlanta Const-
tution.'' Men swear by his editorials in the
south. One Of the most beautiful things in the
English language is his sSThe Cavalier among
lanta Constitution" were gems
And whenever you go to Atlanta, her citizens
will take you to Piedmont Square and say,
s'Look at that statue'' And you say, "Who is
it," and they will answer ''That is our Henry"
"Henry who?" "Henry W. Grady Did you
ever hear how our Henry disappeared from
home for three days? Well, he found himself
drifting away from God that his old mother
had taught him, and he packed his grip and
bought ticket and went into the country
miles and miles into the country into the wilder
ness Of Georgia, where his mother lived and he
was born. She had refused to leave her old
homestead and live in his big house with her
brilliant son in Atlanta
He went to the farm and on past the pump
and into the kitchen, and when he said, Mother,
am drifting away from God,' she came back
and she took his grip up the stairway into his
old room, and she baked him some corn pones
and fried him some hog jowl, and made him
hominy and mothered and kissed him like he
was boy, and she took him on her lap and
she hugged and kissed him like he was boy;
and when it was time to go to bed she went
upstairs with him, and she tucked him in and
she kissed him goodnight.
She did that for three days, and when he
returned to old Atlanta, he came back with
Jesus Christ, and he has never lost Him since,
from that day to this day.
Henry Grady went to Washington, and he
| stood on Pennsylvania Avenue and looked at the
hill where the Capitol stands and he said, 3That
is the Capitol Of my nation, the Capitol where
my laws are made And the tears rolled down
| his cheeks.
And later when he went back to Atlanta, to
his home in the southland, he wrote an editorial
in the "Atlanta Constitution, 4" in which he said
II was wrong when said that was the Capitol
of our nation; the Capitol Of our nation is
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