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held unto themselves those thiugs that rotted
their nations and polluted their lives despite
their brain culture.
This principle is as true today as it ever
was. While your progress and development
are absolutely dependent on your intellect, at
the same time your hope is determined by
your moral tastes and your spiritual vision and
purpose.
But ,again, as what man carries over from
his past indicates two things, so what he car
ries over also determines two things:
1. His Happiness; 2. His Usefulness.
All men want happiness, but not all seem
to know that it is determined, not so much
by environment as by what a man allows him
self to make apart of himself. The miserable
man is always the one who hangs on to things
he should forget, and forgets things he should
remember. Paul had many experiences that
would have soured his life had he been dis
posed to hold them in mind, but his intel
lectual caliber and moral tastes were such
that he refused to hold to things that were
valueless to him.
The most miserable thing you can do is to
refuse to forget an unpleasant experience, an
affront, an insult. If there were no other
reasons why you should let such things pass,
the one of your own happiness would be suf
ficient. But that is not al', for your useful
ness is also determined by what you bring
out of yesterday.
We stand today at a “bend in the road,”
so to speak, from which we can look two
ways—back into yesterday, forward into to
morrow.
It is inevitable that you look back over your
past today; you could not avoid it if you
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MISSISSIPPIANS LIKE “BIG
BROTHER FRED."
Editor Golden Age:
I want to tell you that we Miss
issippians are so glad that you have
been printing the letters from our
Big Brother Fred.” We find so much
in them that warms our hearts, be
cause, you say, we know him and
ove him.
All of Mississippi is proud of the
work which Brother Long has done
and is doing for Sunday Schools and
when we find him linked together
with a spirit of national fame for suc
cessful work for our Lord and Master
as he is with W. D. Upshaw our
hearts are yet more gladdened and
we rejoice fir the blessings which
the two lives have brought to us.
Broad-shouldered, strong, healthy
and a ‘heavy-weight’ in stature walk
ing arm in arm with the frail but
tearless editor, each adding to the
strength of the other, makes this
connection one to be admired.
May God give us many years of
friendly companionshnlp and broth-
THE GOLDEN AGE FOR WEEK OF SEPT. 11
Lincoln McConnell at the tabernacle
CONTINUED FROM PAGE 1.
would. And you have much tb look with
pleasure upon. You have done great things.
You have seen the infant church that you
saw born in faith and zeal years ago grow to
a giant of power and usefulness. Y T our name
has become known round the world for ag
gressive godliness. You have much to be
proud of and thankful for. But it may be
that as you look back you see some things
that do not make for happiness. There may
have been disappointments and heartburnings.
You have seen the “ups” and the “downs”
common to man. But what will be your decis
ion as you take this double look?
The man of our text had taken a long back
ward look. He saw much in that past of
which then atural man could be proud. He
had done much, seen much, enjoyed much.
But he also saw some other things. He saw
himself iiSsulted, scorned, beaten., rejected,
jeered and now, jailed ki misery and squalor
and darkness, forgotten and despised. What
should he do? What should he select from
this strange contradiction of experiences, to
take into his today and tomorrow? Hear him:
“This one thing I do, forgetting those things
which are behind, and reaching forth unto
those things whic hare before, I press toward
the mark of the high calling of God in Christ
Jesus.” The one and only thing he had ever
found in his past that he esteemed worthy to
become a part of his future was Christ.
If that is your decision —if that is your de
termination—if that is the attitude of the Tab
ernacle church, then you can turn from the
past with benefit and look toward the future
with hope and your tomorrow will be filled
with joy and your today with usefulness and
victory.
erly affection with two powerful men
for the right and against the wrong.
May “big Brother Fred” and our
friend W. D. Upshaw “live long and
prosper” and strive to win the battles
for right for God.
There is no way in which we may
measure the good which has been
accomplished for God through the
lives of W. Ferd Long in his Sunday
school work, and thorugh W. D. Up
shaw, with his oratory and eloquence,
his zeal and courage, and his magni
ficent paper, The Golden Age, which
not only brings and rings with mes
sages of love from his own pen, but
from the pen of any of our
strong writers and thinkers. And
certainly I must mention our happy
moments reading Piney Woods Sket
ches from the editor’s “better halt”
each week, bringing sunshine to the
hearts of the readers. We love the
paper, the editor and what he stands
for and trust that the Lord will bless
him and his wife and the little Gol
den Age Baby always.
As a Mississippiaai, I want to thank
you again for the privilege accorded
us in reading the delightful letters
of W. Fred Long, our state Sunday
school secretary, for the echoes from
his travels to and from the World’s
Sunday school convention at
have been an inspiration to all who
have read them and especially to
those who know and love this big
hearted Sunday school worker.
WM. N. McLEMORJEJ.
Union, Miss.
THE INVISIBLE GOODNESS.
The invisible and divine goodness
ennobles, in decisive fashion, all that
it has unconsciously touched. Let him
which has a grievance against his fel
low descend into himself and seek out
whether he has never been good in the
presence of that fellow. For myself,
I have never met any one by whose
side I have felt my invisible goodness
bestir itself, without he has become,
at that very instant, better than my
self. Be good at the depths of you,
and you will discover that those who
surround you will be good even to the
Largest Communion in History.
It was a happy, reverential throng of believ
ers who gathered about the Lord’s table. So
eager were the hungry-hearted people to renew
their vows to God and to “show the Lord s
death till he come, and so unique and beautiful
w r as the new pastor’s first celebration of the
Lord’s supper that the service following Dr.
McConnell’s first sermon is declared to have
been the largest communion service in the his
tory of the church.
“The Trend of the Times.”
The monster audience at night heard a pow
erful sermon-address on “The Trend of the
Times” in which Pastor McConnell declared
that modern sins are no worse than former
sins—that selfish humanity is simply trying
to break away from the reign of the unselfish
Christ —while deep down in the heart human
ity is loging for that which the Son of God
alone can supply.
“Lo! the gates of the infernal never close by
night or day,
And on tides of human nature set their cur
rents all that way.”
“Humanity must be saved from itself, and
the cross of Christ towering over the wrecks
of time” is the great solvent of every human
need. Jesus Christ and this faithful people
must turn the trend of the times toward God
and his salvation.”
And Lincoln McConnell’s first Sunday night
audience filed out of the great tabernacle,
feeling that under the powerful preaching of
the new pastor, the tabernacle church where
the world-famed Broughton sowed in tears and
triumph for fifteen years, will continue to be
a great “people’s church” indeed—a citadel
of orthodoxy and a Light House on the sin
ning, crowding shores of Time.
same depths. Nothing responds more
infallibly to the secret cry of goodness
than the secret cry of goodness that
is near * * * Therein lies a force that,
has no name; a spiritual rivalry that
knows no resistance. It is as though
this were the actual place where is
the sensitive spot of our soul. —Mau-
rice Maeterlinck.
THE FARMER’S FEAST.
A farmer who was taking his first
long trip on a railroad train found
himself getting hungry. The train
boy came through, and, after some
effort, sold the farmer three bananas
for ten cents, says the Philadelphia
Public Ledger.
The farmer peeled the bananas,
threw away the fruit and ate the
skins.
Presently the boy came back. Want
some more bananas? he asked.
“No, I guess not.”
“Why, wasn’t they good?”
“O, gcod's ioramon, I suppose, but
they’s too durned much cob about
them.”
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