Over your head, the devil and the angels of God are locked in a struggle for your soul. When you work for Jesus you must expect to be abused. Heaven wants to save you, earth to cheat you and hell to damn you. You are just as good as you want to be and not a whit better. You haven’t got money enough in your bank vault to hire me to come here if I didn’t care for the welfare of your souls. If man wrote the Bible we’d never been told that Noah got drunk. Man would have left such things out, but God didn’t. He put everything in whether pleasant or unpleasant. When you swell up like a poisoned pup and think you are complimenting God by being present here tonight, then God’s got nothing for you. Some of the biggest heathens this side of hell are right here tonight. “No trade” is the passport by which 90 per cent of the men are entering the prisons and penitentiaries. You may be lower down in the sight of God than the one whom you condemn. The devil believes in God and in hell. He’s more orthodox than some preachers I know who preach that there is no hell. How can you pray when you look at the throne of God through the bottom of a beer glass. Some people pray as though they never expected anything and they’re not disappointed. How can you pray and say “Thy will be done,” when you have the booze wagon drive up to your back gate twice every week. SUNDAYISMS. I wish to God we all could see what a common sense proposition religion really is. Graft has a stranglehold on religion today. A preacher told me that in a certain town an undertaker came to him and offered a rake-off if he’d throw the funerals his way. The church member that rents his property for a saloon is as bad as the saloon keeper himself. Something has to be done to save this nation. We are trying to apologize for man’s condition today on an economic basis. A free nation cannot endure if it is dominated by grafters, special interests, thieves and crooks. The constitution was cradled in prayer. You spend a whole lot of money for flowers at the funeral of your wife that you might have spent for a hired girl. It’s a good thing for you I’m not God for about fifteen minutes. I’d keep the undertaker busy unless you squared up. I could no more shock some of you folks than I could pour something on a skunk to make it smell sweet. It makes no difference whether you kneel before God as a millionaire or a hobo—it’s a case of sin and salvation. I don’t care whether you hot-footed it to the Tabernacle tonight or rode in an auto. God puts no premium on laziness. You can bank on that—Jesus Christ is the center, circumference and nucleus of the Old and New Testament. I believe that no man disbelieves in hell unless he finds himself on the straight road to hell. I wonder God is doing as well as He is with the bunch He has to work with. The new idea in religion says the world is getting better and better. That’s not true. The world is getting worse and worse.