Billy cautiously approached the water’s edge, stuck one toe in to ascertain the temperature of the water, drew it back with a shiver and an “U-u-gh, but that’s cold!” Then he stopped to explain that Naaman was not accustomed to such surroundings, but was used to a porcelain bath tub at home and to a “crooked-handle dingaramus” to rub his back with. With this Billy went through the contortions of a man trying to reach the hollow of his back with a brush or sponge. SAYS WATER MADE NAAMAN SHIVER. He told of a big “snake doctor” stinging Naaman on the shoulder, emitting an unearthly screech and slapping one hand to the offended spot. Then he tried the water again. He got part way in, slipped, stubbed his toe and went hobbling about on his left foot, holding the other in both hands as his facial contortions told of Naaman’s pain after getting hurt. He shivered again, let his teeth chatter with a loud “b-r-r-r,” as he again went into the water, pinched his nose shut after taking a long breath, squinted his eyes and “ducked” under the surface, coming up spluttering, spitting and choking. Then Billy told of the spots of leprosy on Naaman beginning to itch. He nearly had every one in the tabernacle scratching arms and legs as he vigorously rubbed various spots on his body, and scratched ’em. Then he resumed his ducking stunt. After the seventh dip, he told of Naaman’s flesh being covered with the delicate skin of a babe and of him emerging from the river no longer a leper. Here Sunday ended his monologue with the exclamation, “Gee, wonder what Mrs. Naaman and the kids will say when I come home and they see me cured.” SNAPSHOTS FROM SUNDAY’S SERMONS. God never owned a slave. All the service you render for God is or should be prompted by gratitude. It’s hell and damnation that put men and women in the asylums and jails. If my vehemence and exertions amaze you, your apathy and laziness stagger me. If God could get possession of all the flesh and blood that belongs to Him, He could create a commotion in this city in 48 hours. Some people work only with their mouths. But God wants that part of you that’s on the ground as well as in the air. Christianity and red whiskey don’t stay in the same hide together. Bill Shakespeare was onto his job when he said “What fools these mortals be.” The Lord’s having just as bad a time today with the folks here as with the old Jews out there in the wilderness. It gives me prostration to see how some people do things in this world. It’s no wonder the devil’s got a mortgage on the world and is about ready to foreclose it. Some churches have 500 in the congregation and about 25 turn out at prayer meeting. Where are the other 475? They have just as much right to be there as the 25. Faith is like a headlight on a train. I don’t believe one-half the people in the churches were ever converted or had an experience. I believe in experimental religion.