Christianity Knows No Truth Which Is Not

Let Us Give Thanks To God Upon Thanksgiving Day. Nature Is Beautiful And Fellowmen Are Dear, And Duty Is Close Beside Us, And God Is Over Us And In Us. We Want To Trust Him With A Fuller Trust, And So At Last To Come To That High Life Where We Shall "be Careful For Nothing, But In Everything, By Prayer And Supplication, With Thanksgiving, Let Our Request Be Made Known Unto God"; For That, And That Alone, Is Peace.

Every Sermon Must Have A Solid Rest In Scripture, And The Pointedness Which Comes Of A Clear Subject, And The Conviction Which Belongs To Well-thought Argument, And The Warmth That Proceeds From Earnest Appeal.

Christ Is The Word Of God. It Is Not In Certain Texts Written In The New Testament, Valuable As They Are; It Is Not In Certain Words Which Jesus Spoke, Vast As Is Their Preciousness; It Is In The Word, Which Jesus Is, That The Great Manifestation Of God Is Made.

We May Say That On The First Good Friday Afternoon Was Completed That Great Act By Which Light Conquered Darkness And Goodness Conquered Sin. That Is The Wonder Of Our Saviour's Crucifixion. There Have Been Victories All Over The World, But Wherever We Look For The Victor We Expect To Find Him With His Heel Upon The Neck Of The Vanquished. The Wonder Of Good Friday Is That The Victor Lies Vanquished By The Vanquished One. We Have To Look Deeper Into The Very Heart And Essence Of Things Before We Can See How Real The Victory Is That Thus Hides Itself Under The Guise Of Defeat.

A Prayer In Its Simplest Definition Is Merely A Wish Turned Godward.