The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1922-04-24

your cave! You might find a kindred
spirit there, one that would help you
and one that you can help so offer
as slogan:
Get acquainted with your neighbor.
you might like him"
THE hour is come" to present our
selves to God One life out of har-
mony and there is no blessing A
preacher in discord won't come near
the tabernacle, will keep the blessing
away from his church, then when the
revival is over he will run around and
knock and say, well, nobody Joined
our church"
Well. nobody ought to, either, They
say, We didn't get anything out OF
It's no more than you deserve. Dis
cord grieves the spirit of God.
Tells Story of
Scotch Professor
Did you ever hear the story of Pro
lessor Blackey, the eminent Scotch
man! He was a stickler for class
etiquette and discipline. One day
young fellow came and stood I'D to
recfte and he held his book in his
right hand and with his left hand be-
hind his back. Professor Blackey said
to him:
Take your book in your left hand.
The rules Of this school room are,
Hold your book in your left hand SO
comply or apologize"
he did not comply and Professor
Blackey Jumped to his feet and said:
Come back, sir take your book in
your left hand or sit down"
Inc young Seotchman took his left
arm from behind his back and it end
Cd at the wrist. He said: please sir.
hand"
And the students say that Professor
Blackey jumped to his feet and he
rushed down the aisle, he threw his
arms around him and said, st beg
your pardon, sir, I didn't know YOU
dldnt have left hand or wouldn't
nave said that. feel sorry" and the
students cheered Professor Blackey.
Dr. A. j. Gordon. the goldly Baptist
divine of Boston, who went to heaven
years ago, was telling that story in a
sermon one Sunday night Back about
twenty seats from the front In the
middle section a man jumped to his
feet and said:
DR.. Gordon, will you please pardon
the premature interruption? I know
that story Is true, was that young
man, Professor Blackey led me to
Jesus Christ and l have been preach
ing the gospel for eleven years" and
as he said it he raised his left arm
above his head and 1t ended at the
wrist.
If Professor Blackey had not been
right he never would have made the
acknowledgment.
So, the hour has come 70 M ou+
after the lost. The hour has come TO
go out after the lost people,. In GEN
esis, nineteen, we have the Illustration
OF two angels going into Sodom. If
angels are willing to 90 into Scdor
then we ought to be wilma to 90 any.
where to try and help somebody to
Jesus Christ. The angels fastened
Lot.
y, it is almost unpopular to be en-
thuslastic, but I tell you very little
OF the power of God will ever rest
upon you as an individual or a com
mun1ty unless we show enthusiasm
Tor Jesus Christ. They laid hold upon
Lot, they actually dragged him out of
the city. they laid hold upon him. o.
where the sermon may fail, the warm
hand clasp will do it.
Illustration of
Jenny Lind.
Someone sent me an illustration Of
Jenny Lind, the Swedish nightingale.
When she was little girl in Sweden
one of her neighbors was a black
smith boy named Max Bronson. They
played together, wandered over the
nils and fields of Sweden. She be-
came the idol of kings and queens and
OF the world. He became a musician.
a drunken vagabond, vile with his
ambitions dead, and she was singing
in Her Majesty's Theatre" in Lon
don, and Max, a penniless drunken
yagabond. determined to see her. He
his chance and when a grea-
Of men and women clothed
in silks and ermine went in, he
crowded past the ticket taker. hid
himself in little recess of the the
atre. She stirred the audience as only
Jenny Lind could and the applause
was deafening.
Max forgot himself, forgot where he
was, forgot the stage, forgot the great
,hrong. and he leaped to his feet, and
lie saw only the little barefooted girl
hat he knew when he was a boy and
he cried out:
Jenny told you so, told You Won
would rule the world with your
-oice"
The people cried out, "Put him out.
,ut him out! He is GRAVY"
She said, wait! Hold! Let him
ell the story"
He said, Il heard your voice and
tole in. / wanted to see and hear
ou once more. | am Max Bronson.
be blacksmith boy"
She said to the people: Tie was
~ first and truest friend and he Gre
ted an ambition in me to become
reat. My stage was the lichen Gov
red logs of the forests and the flow
rs he threw at my feet rejoiced me
lore than the gifts you shower now"
She said to him: Max, no longer
e vagabond. be a man. don't be a
runken sot and sell your manhood"
nd he yielded to Christ and OF all
ne trophies, my friends, won in the
oyal courts never did Jenny Lind do
greater thing than when she helped
} snatch the soul of her girlhood
from the jaws of death and
1e powers of hell.
Good
! Every One.