Don’t storm and fuss at God about the plans of redemption when you don’t know beans about a housefly. The greatest scientists, the greatest painters, the greatest inventors, the greatest astronomers, have all been Christians. If you are a member of a Masonic lodge, give me your hand or take off that badge. Especially do I challenge you if you are a Knight Templar, with your sword drawn in defense of the gospel I am preaching. AT A PRAYER MEETING, MR. SUNDAY OFFERED THE FOLLOWING PRAYER, PLEADING TO GOD TO GIVE HIM STRENGTH TO CARRY ON HIS WORK. “Oh Jesus, we’re not making an excuse. We’re not trying to offer an excuse for not doing things as perhaps we might have done. But our voice is hoarse, we feel the strain of his campaign, our health is not the best, and we pray to Thee for more strength with which to battle down the forces of sin and hell. But Jesus, we’re willing to fight for you, no matter how bad we feel. We’ll stick to it, Jesus as long as you will let us. But, Jesus, don’t you think for a minute we’re trying to give some excuse. We’re tired, but on the job, and we want to stick to it, so help us all and give us strength for Your sake. Amen.” FAITH OF GREAT MEN. Washington, in the snow at Valley Forge, knelt down and prayed for victory; Abraham Lincoln got down on his knees at the White House and prayed to God; Burke, Bismarck, Gladstone, Garfield, the immortal and martyred McKinley, Hays and Roosevelt all had faith in God and have prayed to him in times of war or trouble. Cleveland, Harrison and Woodrow Wilson believe in the Bible. Milton, Longfellow, Shakespeare and all other famous poets drew their inspirations from the Bible; famous artists dipped their brushes into the light of heaven and why can’t we all have that same faith? BIBLE ABOVE ALL. Man has assailed the Bible for ages. All who have undertaken the job have found it the biggest one they ever tackled and have been compelled to go to the mat and take the count. But the Bible has withstood the ravages of time, and today it stands buttressed about with the demolished theories of speculators like the lonely light-house on the distant island, the sands about her covered with the bodies of seabirds that have battered their lives out against her light windows. The conflicts of the ages have swayed around this old book and the shores of time have been strewn with broken and demolished theories while the old ship Zion speeds on her way as strong as ever with the banner floating from her mast. SUNDAY KNOCKS OUT SOME “HOME” RUNS. _On Training Children at Home._ Blood tells: the time to start training the boy right is seventy-five years before he is born. The reason there are so many nickel theatres and hell-holes in the wall is because the home is not made attractive enough to retain the boy and girl. Of all the devil-inspired sentences this is the limit: “Children should be seen and not heard.”