The Washington herald., 1918-01-11
ianiy Worlds Need Says Evangelist in Afternoon Sermon
THE EVENING SERMON.

French miifiner bug house. But
your children. my friends. they are |
orphans. In India they throw their |
children 20 the crocodiies in the
flthy Ganges. Today We are toss |
ing them into the macerator Of So
ciety. of indifference. OF apathy. |
Great God. do somethingi
Saw No Open Bibie.-
The average little sissy that
hasn't sprouted long skirts. knows
more about the devil and sin at six
teen years of age than her grand
mother did when she was seventy
An old missionary returned to the
Pacific coast. and the San Francisco
Examiner hired him to go up and
down the land o month, visiting the
homes Of the rich and poor. and then
come back and write an editorial
on what impressed him most during
the thirty years OF absence. He
thought he would write about the
searchlight. He thought he would
write about the sky-scrapers and
the new sky line. He thought he
would write about q hundred and
one things but he said thisi
when l went away from America
thirty years age 1t was q rare thing
that could fnd q home where they
didn't pray and read the Bible with
their children at least once a day.
I have for one month. from Seattle
down to San Diego. visited the
homes of the rich. of the working
class, OF the educated and of the
ignorant and IL IL q rare thing that
/ have ever been In a house where
they open the Bible or even ask
blessing at the table. II you want
to know what astonishes me 1t Is
that America has forgotten God in
thirty years"
Wake upi Ny God! tell you
love my country but we can't throw
II into Gods face all our days and
defy the Lord. Don't forget Il; as
long as you breathe you can't do itl
No, sirl
And IL we live right. then our
children will never grow up to wall
-as did my friend the poet, Thomas
Hood:
Il remember, / remember
The house where / was born;
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn.
1t never came u plI lOO SOOh
Or brought too long q day;
But now / often wish the night
Had bone my soul away.
Il remember, I remember.
The fir tree--dark and high;
Why. I used to think her slen-
der top
Was close against the sky.
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But now it's little Joy to know
That I'm farther OF from Heaven
Than when was a boy
Oh. there are a lot OF men Just
like him, God pity them! tell you
we are drifting away.
Credit to Mothers.
No leaders were more closely fol-
lowed than the mother. II II had
not been for the pleadings and ex-
postulations OF his mother. George
Washington would have been q
midshipman in the British navy
and CORVALLIS would have given
his sword to some one else at York.
town and that magnificent monu-
ment on the banks OF the Potomac
would not be there and IL II was. II
would be to perpetuate the deeds of
some other. and the name Of our cap
itol of the nation would not be
Washington.
John Randolph. with that exclt-
able nervous temperament. rose in
the House of Representatives at
Washington and said. IF II had not
been for my mother" somebody
had sneered at religion and John
Randolph Jumped to his feet and
with his black eyes swapping and
his hair like a ravens wing hang
ing over his shoulders. John Ran
dolph said.
IF II had not been for my moth
er. sir. who taught me when a boy
to kneel by my trundle bed and shut
my eyes and say Our Father who
art in Heaven. Hallowed be Thy
name,' and Now ] lay me down to
sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to
keep I, John Randolph of Roanoke.
would be an inhdel"
Gray, the author OF "Elegy in q
Country Churchyard." said that he
was one OF a large family OF children
who had the misfortune to survive
his mother. and live a little longer
than she lived. Obi what q tribute.
my friends. to the memory of her.
The ideal mother. my friends. Is tho
product Of that civilization, which cul-
minated in and radiated from the
nlanger OF Bethlehem. Jochobed, the
mother Of Moses, and Hannah the
mother of Samuel, to the Spartan
mother. who said to her son who
claimed that his sword was too short,
add a step to II, my boy" There
are prototypes OF Christian mother
hood that should govern our land, and
she must be godly.
Fathers are busy. Oh, the parents,
And you In the creation Of a soul and
the development OF charcter, So great
Is the responsibility that you must be
Christian. Fathers may fall, and
God pity them. II they do. God have
mercyi God have mercyl
Scores Women Drinkers,
Twenty-Five years ago you could
not find a decent woman that would
sit and drink in a public place. Twen-
ty-five years ago you couldn't find a
European hotel in America. Today IL
Is hard thing to find an American
plan hotel. 60 down and look In there
and there are women sitting there
drinking wine. champagne, beer ana
cocktails. and smoking cigarettes. God
pity US. we will go to hell when the
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