The Washington herald., 1918-01-14

in a crimson tide. He lungeG his
horse in among the surging. moan
| ing, his s VOID flashed and he gave
command here and an oath there;
profanity here and torrents and floods
of obscenity there. and in twenty-five
minutes, the stiffness OF the grave
yard reigned in Citadel Square, SO
marvellous was his power over men.
He rode out, he threw his cockade
| on the ground, he tore on his regi-
mentals, ripped off the badge, threw
| the sword down, tore the spurs from
! his boots, ard went back and crawled
! into the arms of infamy. where, three
months later, he died.
I Away, away from his wife! Away
/ from his children, away from his
home. Oh, Listen to me! Never
mind! What difference does 1t make
if he was great and the people feared
him, because the only word l could
find that would wind up his career
was my text, But he was a Isper."
A Homes Mockery.
They've got to stand over ycur
coffin, look into your pale. upturned
face, follow your body out to the
/ cemetery, and listen to the clods fall.
With Unutterable agony, go back and
| look at your picture on the wall or
| in the album and the thing that they
remember will be the oaths that fell
from your lips. or the blasphemy.
| What an awful heritage to bequeath
to boy or girl! pity that boy or
girl from the depths of my heart
| that says: Yes, I'd like lC serve
God, but il L did, I'd get no help
in my home. for my father doesn't
care. He damns and curses you, Bill.
| He doesn't care about religion. He
damns the Tabernacle.
my mother doesn't care anything
about it, she cares more for a movie
than to go here to the tabernacle and
if did take my stand for Christ, I'D
! get no help at home
o! God, to call a place like that a
home or a man like that a father or
a woman like that a mother! l pity
| that boy or girl, left behind with
not one incentive to hold them to a
| Christian life. Not one hope beyond
| the sunsets radiant glow that they
| never again see. 1 pity that boy
from the depths of my soul. When
he would think of you, he wouldn't
think of you as one that helped him
| to be a Christian. God pity him.
If you live that sort of a life and
| never do anything to leave behind
you a memory. which, recalled, would
help somebody to set on their knees
and pray, and live for Christ, God
pity you.
1 preached in a town in Iowa and
I saw a couple of women coming down
| the aisle one night, dressed in mourn
ing and 1 soon found out that they
| were mother and daughter. The
mother was a protesting Christian.
The daughter was a fine looking girl
| about 20 years of age. She said to
| me:
Mr.. Sunday. something you said
tonight recalled a promise that I'd
made to my father a year and a half
ago. stood by his dying bedside and
1 promised him that 1 would be a
Christian" She said: Il turned from
| that vow and promise and my life
and my companions have been any
!! thing but to help me to live for Je-
: sus Christ, and when l sat here and
listened to you tonight, you brought
back that scene. You recalled that
promise and 1 saw the face of my
father and 1 heard his request. I
heard my word of promise and I've
come to tell you that, by the grace
OF God, from now on, I will live a
christian life. Here is my hand, in
the name Of God and Christ and my
dead father in heaven"
God, a girl that couldn't be
moved. with the memory and the
incentive of a father like that, she
wouldn't have one scintilla of decen-
cy in her if she couldn't be inspired
to pray. Oh! Unclean!
Oh! I blush to speak the word
suppose every young man that's a
moral leper, suppose every woman
that's a moral leper, suppose they
go impelled and compelled by some
uncomfortable impulse, over which
they had no power, suppose they
had to cry out: "Uncleanp"
Oh, II every moral leper had to
cry out: "UncIean" on earth. we
might think we were having a char
lvarl. Why, when a body Is dead
we put Grape on the door, that pas
sers-by might not intrude their
presence. upon our sorrow and
srlef, and II every home were deco
rated In black, where love is dead,
and where confidence is a corpse,
and where faith weeps beside the
casket of purity, oh, we might find
whole blocks draped in mourning
as We go around the world, but liv-
Ing away from God and without
Jesus Christ and his truth to do his
will.
Away With Moral Lepers,
Now, if the young man. who
comes to cultivate the friendship of
your boy is a moral leper, in Gods
name discovered it, and forbid the
contamination from association
with q degenerate or anybody who
would drag him away from God
and from his truth. Oh, there are
many boys tonight in insane asy-
lums whose brains have become
bankrupt because they were taught
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