" Words can not tell of the love I would like
to bestow upon them. I often weep. "Oh, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, how oft
would I have gathered you as a hen gathereth her chickens under her
wings." Then I say: "There is one that loves more than you. He can
make all things right."
There are but a handful comparatively that try to obey the commands
of Jesus: "A remnant shall be saved." Caleb and Joshua were only two
in six hundred thousand but they alone of this great multitude lived to
see and inherit the promised land. Christ said. "Go out into the highways
and hedges and compel them to come in that my home may be full."
Where are the highways and hedges: They are places where men and
women are the most lost. How can they be compelled to come in? Love
is the only compelling influence. If no one goes with love, how are these
lost ones to know they are loved. Christ brought love down to us; He
came down to do it. We must take His love to the low places--"Condescend
to men of low estate." I praise my God for opening a door to
me never opened to anyone else. I find the theatre stocked with boys
of our country. They are not found in churches. I have not sought to
get into the so-called "respectable set" but I have told my managers to
get me into the worst class. They need me most. They are as brands
snatched from the burning.
I am not only a reformer on the line of the licensed or unlicensed
saloon, but on other evils.
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