Christian herald and signs of our times . everything for a child, to have that childbe ungrateful. How sharper than a serpents tooth, it is,To have a thankless child. That is Shakespeare. A foolish son is theheaviness of his mother. That is the , my friends, have not some of us beencruel prodigals ? Have we not maltreated ourFather ? And such a Father ! So loving, sokind. If he had been a stranger, if he had for-saken us, if he had flagellated us, if he hadpounded us and turned us out of doors on thecommons, it would not have been so wonder-ful—our treatment of him ; but he is a fath
Christian herald and signs of our times . everything for a child, to have that childbe ungrateful. How sharper than a serpents tooth, it is,To have a thankless child. That is Shakespeare. A foolish son is theheaviness of his mother. That is the , my friends, have not some of us beencruel prodigals ? Have we not maltreated ourFather ? And such a Father ! So loving, sokind. If he had been a stranger, if he had for-saken us, if he had flagellated us, if he hadpounded us and turned us out of doors on thecommons, it would not have been so wonder-ful—our treatment of him ; but he is a fatherso loving, so kind, aud yet how many of us forour wanderings have never apologized. Weapologize for wrongs done to our fellows, butsome of us perhaps have committed ten thou-sand times ten thousand wrongs against Godand never apologized. I remark still further that this resolution ofthe text was founded in a feeling of homesick-ness. I dont know how long this young man, June 24, 1891. THE CHRISTIAN HERALD AND SIGNS OF OUR TIMES. 387. AT THE OLD HOME. how many months, how many years, he hadbeen away from his fathers house ; but thereis something in the reading of my text thatmakes me think he was homesick. Some ofyou know what that feeling is. Far away fromhome sometimes, surrounded by everythingbright and pleasant—plenty of friends—youhave said : I would give the world to be hometo-night. Well, this young man was homesickfor his fathers house. I have no doubt whenhe thought ofhis fa tliershouse, he said : Now, perhaps,father may notbe living. We read noth-ing in this story— this parablefounded on ev-eryday life—weread nothingabout the moth-er. It says noth-ing about goinghome to her. Ithink she wasdead. I thinkshe had died ofa broken heartat his wander-ings. A man never gets over having lost hismother. Nothing said about her here. But heis homesick for his fathers house. He thoughthe would just like, to go and walk around theold place. He thought he would just like
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