The Washington herald., 1918-01-17

lish were surrounded, and IN the Dat
tie of Lucknow they were giving them
selves up to the fate which they be-
lieved inevitably awaited every man
and woman and child. Outrage for
the women and murder and massacre
OF children and men. There were $1,000
Sepoys clamoring and thirsting for
their blood. And they were soon to be
REINFORCED by 5000 more. The Eng
lish garrison was giving itself up to
the fate of death when suddenly Mrs.
Brown, the wife of one of the English
officers, put her ear to the ground, and
she listened. and she listened. And
suddenly, leaping to her feet and with
her hair streaming in the wind, she
ran and cried out as she ran. Il hear
them coming"
And the Scottish Highlanders march,
ing to the tune Of Annie Laurie" un-
der the leadership of Col. Campbell.
fell upon the right wing of the Sepoys
and beat them back and paved the
ground with their dead bodies and set
the imprisoned garrison free.
by Faith Can 1 Hear Them.
And by faith can put my ear to
the ground and can hear them COM
ing into the kingdom OF God like doves
to their windows. Thousands and
thousands of them. We have reached
crisis. Now the hour has come to
realize that the church is not an end,
but a means to an end. Education. my
friends, Is the end, the universities or
the colleges are the means to the end.
Any church that thinks it is an end is
a curse to any city. Churches are not
dropped down on a street corner to be
known as churches of a certain de-
nomination. but that church is put in
this city to try and save this old city
for Jesus Christ. and for no other pur-
pose&loes she exist.
The church. my friends. Is the
means to the end; the end is saliva
tion of souls. A friend of mine told
me he was at one time asked to be-
come a pastor of a church. That he
thought was the end. He never
achieved to so much money and so
little religion all his life. He said
they just spent forty thousand dol
lars on the interior decorations, and
they used to make their servants sit
in the gallery-would not allow
them to sit below. l want to say to
you that the woman who scrubs
our mdSiCS your ulTly
duds is as good as you are II she
lives square with Jesus Christ.
1t is not down from the parlor to
the kitchen. it is not down from the
piano to the wash tub, 1t is not
down from a pink tea to a scrub
brush. my friends. 1t is not down
from silk to homespun. and the man
that drives your car is as good as
1nhGfnr If he fa
square.
And he said they never took col
lections except for charitable pur-
poses, for they had an endowment
fund. the interest upon which paid
the running expenses of the church.
And they used to come and hug their
sleek. well-groomed sides and say.
This is our idea OF a church" and
all the time the old town was going
to hell so fast you couldn't see it.
Nobody was converted and finally
he went around and bought several
hundred copies of Moody's Gospel
Hymns and he scattered them
through the pews. In the morning
one of his elders came in and shuf-
fled down the aisle. He had taken
so many pills. his joints were BALI
bearing.
He came down and took a pew
and he picked up one of those hymn
books, and he dropped it like a hot
potato. He shuffled out and said,
What is that? What is that?'
And the preacher said "A Gospel
hymn, sir"
He said, Take 'em out. Let's have
the old hymnals." and he kicked up
such a row that in order that the
service might not be spoiled, my
friend went and got the basket and
the sexton gathered them up and
put the old Dutch hymn books back
into the pew.
He struggled along for months
and nobody was converted. He
said, It don't propose that any God
forsaken, back-slidden old official
should tell me how to preach. If
he knows more how to preach than
l, he ought to be preaching"
An OId-Time Service.
So, without calling the officials to-
gether. he had thousands of tickets
printed and hired men to distribute
them, saying that there would be a
gospel service on Sunday night in
the old church. 1t created a sensa-
ton. Everybody flocked to see what
his. gospel service would be like with
that bunCh-it was such an innovation
and the first hymn they started to
sing was Ring the Bells Of Heaven
There Is Joy Today"
My friend said he heard the voice
of the old elder ring out clear above
the 5000 soprano up in the choir loft,
and this old fellow had a voice that
was a cross between a cane mill
and a jackass. And when they got
through they had a little after meet
ing. and three young men came
weeping out of their sins into the
kingdom. The old fellow shuffled up
to my friend and said, What kind
of hymns were they we used to-
night?"
My friend said. Gospel hymns"
lie said, "Bless God. let's sing 'em
all the time. Let's use them Sunday
morning, put them in prayer meeting.
You have my consent. Hymns that
will sing like that-let's use them all
the time"
While my friend remained pastor.
hundreds pressed into the kingdom
of God, the people woke up to the
fact that It was the means to an
end. The end was the bringing of
people to Jesus Christ. That's the
churches business. The hour has
come to realize it, and for plainness
OF speech on the part of the preach
ers. I don't believe in fighting as
one that beats the air; believe II
you have anything to antagonize, out
with it. specify 1t. If there are
abuses in society and in business and
in politics. or II the rights OF the
people are being ignored and tram
pied meath the feet, my friends. you
can always depend upon a decent
public to right the wrong and any