If the Bible were the dreams of men, it would have gone down long ago.
But it still stands like a light-house, shining out into the darkness,
surrounded by thousands of dead birds, which have battered their brains
out, knocking it.
The biggest fool today is the man who sneers at the word of God.
God’s word can’t be overthrown. It is too hard for the tooth of time and
will last forever.
God’s plan in the beginning was that man should never die and that no
man should ever work. Now, because of sin, white or black, Christian or
skeptic, civilized or savage, it’s work for you or over the hills to the
poor house.
You can say, if you want to, that your great-great-great-great-grandfather
was a monkey with a prehensile tail, playing in the back alley, all right,
but you can’t connect me with your monkey ancestors.
Why is it that corn that is fed to chickens makes feathers; that fed to
sheep makes wool; that fed to the cow makes milk, and that which you eat
goes into brain?
The men who undertake to overthrow the Bible will find the biggest job
they ever had on their hands, and a lot of these lobsters have already
gone to the mat for the count.
Don’t you feel like brutes; don’t you feel lower than snakes when you
raise you voice against the Bible and this campaign, which is working for
the influence of Christianity?
You can take all the books of all ages and nations, and take out all that
is good and noble in them, and you can’t produce a book which will touch
the hem of the Bible, which, is the word of God.