. The Saturday evening post. of Saint Paulsspiritual nature in a moderate speakingvoice, no animation, no gestures to heartenup this wasteful use of good English, dullyassembled. Peters congregation regarded him muchin the same manner on this occasion. Theywere plain people out of an enterprisingcountry town, well dressed, comfortable,but not furbished up mentally, accustomedall their church lives to doctrines and amensand evangelistic preaching. They backslidright there. I saw them do it. Theylistened with a concentrated attentionwhich they would never have given to aplain gospel sermon. Pete
. The Saturday evening post. of Saint Paulsspiritual nature in a moderate speakingvoice, no animation, no gestures to heartenup this wasteful use of good English, dullyassembled. Peters congregation regarded him muchin the same manner on this occasion. Theywere plain people out of an enterprisingcountry town, well dressed, comfortable,but not furbished up mentally, accustomedall their church lives to doctrines and amensand evangelistic preaching. They backslidright there. I saw them do it. Theylistened with a concentrated attentionwhich they would never have given to aplain gospel sermon. Peter had them ontheir mettle. They were determined tounderstand him if it were humanly pos-sible. This was the height of their ambi-tion, to skin the cat intellectually wheneverhe did. The modern preachers seem to me to bedivided into at least two classes thosewho really do preach the gospel but withoutany vital faith in its power to move thepeople, and those who preach just ethic:;,which is not preaching at all. It is offering. / Took the Old Box of Sermons Vp Into the Attic. My Faith in Them Had Not Failed a set of fashionable people or unfashionablepeople who have not been regenerated hisown favorite butternut pattern of morals. •Maybe he tells them from which firm ofwriters he gets it, maybe he does not. Itcomes to the same thing. What he saysdoes not carry with it the power of con-viction. You cannot go on being meek all thetime, not even if you are old and everybodyhas passed you in the dust of the comes a day when you get a visionthrough a rift in this dust, you see themountains shaking. You know somethingis going to happen, and you get up for onebrief moment to bar the way and stop thisfoolishness. You do not succeed. Nobodysees you, but you have the indignant con-solation of having had your say. I waited that day until Peter had takenhis Sabbath-afternoon rest, but when hecame out in the cool of the evening to sitbehind the vines on the porch I was there. He
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