“No doubt you women have a retinue of servants and haven’t dirtied your
hands in dishwater for so long that you have forgotten how it feels. But
you have souls to save, and don’t wait until just before the undertaker
backs up to your door.”
Mr. Sunday took Van Dyke’s sketch, “The Lost Word,” as a theme for his
talk. He related how Hermas, the pagan, after accepting Christianity for
several years, grew tired of it and sold the Word of Jesus for gold,
pleasure and worldly success. He demonstrated to the club women that, if
they had ever known Jesus, they could read their heart’s biography.
“Without that word you are nonentities!” said Sunday, “Without that word
you are lost. And you can’t find it in society. Do as society wants you to
do, and you will not be doing as Jesus wants you to do. If ease, comfort,
luxury and the chasing of the phantoms of pleasure have led you away from
the old landmarks and moorings, get back, my friends, get back.”
The man that bucks the jackpot until 3 o’clock in the morning is just as
good as the church member that plays for a prize.
There’s nothing too hard for God.
If your heart is full of sin you’ll never be satisfied until you get
others to sin likewise.
Bad as is physical leprosy, moral leprosy is ten thousand times worse.
Suppose every young man in the city who is a moral leper were compelled
and impelled by some uncontrollable impulse to make public the sins you’ve
committed.
There’s a day of judgment coming when God will peel off the bark and find
many full of wormholes.
Suppose all had glass doors in our hearts. I think we would want stained
glass windows, heavy tapestry and thick curtains.
God never made Hell for man. God made Hell for the devil. If you follow
the devil you must go to the abode of the devil.
You may live in the most beautiful house and the world passes by your door
not knowing of the sadness and sorrow within. But it will out. If the
world never finds it out, it’ll meet you at the throne of God.
It’s the men of means, wealth and leisure that support dens of vice.
The devil will let you have an easy time until God asks you to do personal
work.
Some people think it is beneath their dignity to do personal work for God.
If it is beneath your dignity to do personal work, then you are above
Christ.
If you haven’t got religion enough to smile, there’s a leak in your
fountain.
I pity that boy or that girl who has no incentive from a father or mother
to be a Christian.
Sissy, that fellow wouldn’t go with you to reform you.
Those most likely to be affected by your sins are those nearest and
dearest to you.
Society needs a new division of anathemas. Stop hurling your anathemas at
that girl and hurl them at that fellow.
If we only knew the secrets in the hearts and lives of a great many we
envy, we would be filled with sadness and sorrow.
I wish to God the church were as afraid of imperfection as it is of
perfection.
If the saloon is no place for a boy it’s no place for a man either. You’ll
get what’s coming to you, too, before I’m through if you stand with that
damnable bunch.