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The Further Adventures of Quincy Adams Sawyer and Mason's Corner Folks

Chapter 9 - A "STORY" SERMON

Word Count: 1487    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

to the building up of the territory north of Pettingill Street and east of Montrose Avenue. This fact had led to the erecti

church this morning, Mr. Ga

ity service. The majority, in fact all, of my parishione

exercises much more effective th

e a choir?"

but we have good con

te these paid choirs with their names

cle Ike. It is a beautiful morning and y

ve. "I haven't been inside a church for ma

l reason for wishing you to go is so you can see the peopl

n' language, and so many 'firstlies' and

does not pose when out of his pulpit, and

ou know a

he told us not to expect a city sermon for he used si

ice and Mrs. Hawkins, and Maude and Mr. Merry. Mr. Jonas Hawkins could not leave home for he was afraid the cats would carry off his last brood of c

aude said to Mr. Merry, "Why, he looks like a di

e coloured glass window

s. Hawkins' dining room that colour

e from scores of throats! Even Unc

he power of

ns prostr

th the ro

Him Lord

what, but so many fresh, young voi

Gay began his sermon,

elieve in him. The majority in each nation does believe in a God. Are those who do not believe all fools? Unhappily, no. There are many highl

part of a stu

ture is, and

l. Each of you has a soul

t my argument by a

When he graduated, his father, a pious man, wished him to study for the ministry. He objected, saying

may have had for religion, soon disappeared. He was no

partnership, and they went prospecting for gold,-gold that th

was obliged to flee for his life. His food was soon exhausted,

his needs-but it was beyond his reach. He leaned over the edge to gaze upon the life-giving fluid that God has given us, and his hat fe

an six feet deep, and with his arms extended he could easily reach the branch and draw himself up to safety. He dropped into the well, found his hat with its precious gold, drank some of the muddy water which, really,

was soft, and crumbled beneath his weight. That mode of escape was impossible. He was a priso

the stars. They seemed no farthe

aven,' Did he have a Father in Heaven? Was Heaven where those sta

he awoke the stars were still s

' He covered his face with his hands and wept. He had forsaken t

ll. Some wild animal! He was unarmed with the exception of his hunting-knife. That w

s stunned by the fall, but would soon revive. He would kill it. A few firm blows and the bea

he sun was high. Beside him was

so hungry. Was there no means of escape? Must h

er the branch and drew himself up. The Earth looked so bright and cheerful. He threw himself upon his knees and thanked God for his d

He went back to college and entered the divinity school. He became a clergyman, and he has p

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