The carpet in front of the mirrors of some of you people is worn threadbare, while at the side of your bed where you should kneel in prayer it is as good as the day you put it down. Some persons think they have to look like a hedgehog to be pious. Look into the preaching Jesus did and you will find it was aimed straight at the big sinners on the front seats. If you live wrong you can't die right. "You are weighed in the balance"--but not by Bradstreet's or Dun's--you are weighed in God's balance. A revival gives the Church a little digitalis instead of an opiate. It isn't the sawdust trail that brings you to Christ, it's the Christ that is in the trail, the Christ that is in your public confession of sins. Some sermons instead of being a bugle call for service, are nothing more than showers of spiritual cocaine. Theology bears the same relation to Christianity that botany does to flowers. Morality isn't the light; it is only the polish on the candlestick. Some homes need a hickory switch a good deal more than they do a piano. Churches don't need new members half so much as they need the old bunch made over. God's work is too often side-tracked, while social, business and domestic arrangements are thundering through on the main line. A lot of people, from the way they live, make you think they've got a ticket to heaven on a Pullman parlor car and have ordered the porter to wake 'em up when they get there. But they'll get side-tracked almost before they've started. I believe that a long step toward public morality will have been taken when sins are called by their right names. The bars of the Church are so low that any old hog with two or three suits of clothes and a bank roll can crawl through. You will not have power until there is nothing questionable in your life. You can't measure manhood with a tape line around the biceps. The social life is the reflex of the home life. There are some so-called Christian homes today with books on the shelves of the library that have no more business there than a rattler crawling about on the floor, or poison within the child's reach. Home is the place we love best and grumble the most. I don't believe there are devils enough in hell to pull a boy out of the arms of a godly mother. To train a boy in the way he should go you must go that way yourself. The man who lives for himself alone will be the sole mourner at his own funeral. Don't try to cover up the cussedness of your life, but get fixed up. Wrong company soon makes everything else wrong. An angel would never be able to get back to heaven again if he came down here for a week and put in his time going with company that some church members would consider good. The devil often grinds the axe with which God hews. I wish the Church were as afraid of imperfection as it is of perfection. Whisky is all right in its place--but its place is in hell.