The Semi-weekly leader., 1922-11-15

beautiful Ohio.
Thence 1t stretches away thous-
and miles. leaving on its banks nu-
merous villages and cities and many
cultivated farms; then Joining the
mighty Father of Waters it stretches
away some twelve hundred miles
until 1t falls into the vast emblem OF
eternity. It is one of the great tri-
butaries to the ocean, which, subject
to Divine power. shall resound till
the angel, one foot on land and the
other on the sea shall declare that
time shall be no more.
So it is with the influence of the
Sunday School. 1t is as boundless
and as fathomless as eternity.
1t stands out pre-eminently as one
of the greatest forces for good that
the world has known.
We dwell upon it's achievements of
the past and its possibilities for the
future, we can almost hear the
tramping feet of the mighty army of
redeemed resounding through the
ages, as it winds its way toward
realms of eternal glory. All, we
may forget the influence of the little
Sunday School that rises in the
mountains of ignorance and stretch
es out into regions beyond till 1t
becomes rivulet-an ocean; but he
it wise with wisdom more than Of
earth who seeks to put forth his
highest power for the maintenance of
the little Sunday School in his town
or community.
But these are changeful days.
days when new values are being
placed upon the life of the individ-
ual.
Also, when new elements are be-
ing wrought into our religious ideals
and teachings, when some proclaim
with startling emphasis that ''The
old order changeth" and that New
occasions teach new duties" that the
old ideals that we have reasured in
our hearts so long have become out
of date. But it is joy unspeakable
to realize that we hold in our hand
the Interchangeable truths of God,
truths which test fundamentally the
principles of our faith, for they had
their origin in the heart of God be-
fore the morning stars sang togeth-
er, and are the Same yesterday, to-
day and forever.
The Sunday School and other or
ganizations are endeavoring to train
the young people for efficient Chris
Ttian service and leadership. God
has given these young lives into our
keeping as our most priceless pos
sessions and the standards and ideals
instilled into their lives will be the
strong pillars on which to build our
hopes in days to come. A vast army
of unframed workers abounding in
opportunities, standing in life's glad
morning, their strength unspent,
spirit confident and life-decisions in
their hands. We shall indeed be
wise, if as teachers and leaders we
help them to come to a sense of their
possibilities, teaching them that all
training, education, and winsome
personality are but stewardship to
be used for Gods glary and in His
service. Truly the opportunity is
ours "The strength of youth to lay
at Jesus feet today.
There is tendency just now,
says noted writer, "to give empha-
sis to the idea that one who has not
had wild, wayward outburst in the
days of youth. is poor pale-blooded
creature. That even "the girl who
has had frivolous, rebellious youth,
mellows into the wisest, kindest wo-
manhood. This is a wrong con-
ception of the meaning of life. Oh,
young people, if we, as parents and
teachers have been unfaithful to the
trust and you have strayed from the
straight and narrow way, appeal to
you with all the earnestness of my
soul to come back home. Maybe you
gave your heart to God in your early
teens, and for lack of encouragement
fell away into indifferences and sin,
ask you again to come back to
your first love and make your life
count for God.
know a beautiful poem about
"going home some day. and am go
ing to give it to you.
Perhaps it will touch your hearts
as it does mine every time think of
it.
"pm Going Home Some Day.
If l can ever find the pathway back;
For have come too far, too. far
away,
A wanderer on strange and alien
track;
/ saw world ahead and only meant
To go little way beyond-and then
TO SEX the old time highway OF
content
And live back home among my clan
again.
I'm going home some day.
But every track face is strangely
new,
God grant / have not wholly lost
my way
But that in seeking all the long years
through,
The mists may lift and I shall tind
once more,
The path that leads me to the dreams
of youth
The lanes of light, the life knew
before
/ left the old time ways OF faith
and truth.
I'm going home some day.
So moves the dreams Of all the row
ing world;
The seekers of far lands who'ye lost
their ways,
Gods countless aliens by the currents
swirled
From out the harbor, and by the
tempests tossed
To unknown lands where they must