se while I
am talking you are thinking of the great sorrow in your own bosom. I do
not know anything about you, but if I were to come around to everyone of
you, and you were to tell me the truth I would hear a tale of sorrow.
The very last man I spoke to last night was a young mercantile man who
told me his load of sorrow had been so great that many times during the
last few weeks he had gone down to the lake and had been tempted to
plunge in and end his existence. His burden seemed too much for him.
Think of the broken hearts in Chicago tonight! They could be numbered by
hundreds--yea, thousands. All over this city are broken hearts.

If all the sorrow represented in this great city were written in a book,
this building couldn't hold that book, and you couldn't read it in a
long lifetime. This earth is not a stranger to tears, neither is the
present the only time when they could be found in abundance. From Adam's
days to ours tears have been shed, and a wail has been going up to
heaven from the broken-hearted. And I say it again, it is a mystery to
me how all those broken hearts can keep away from Him who has come to
heal them.

"That is Your Fault."

I remember a mother coming to me and saying, "It is easy enough for you
to speak in that way; if you had the burden that I've got, you couldn't
cast it on the Lord." "Why, is your burden so great that Christ can't
carry it?" I asked. "No; it isn't too great for Him to carry; but I
can't put it on Him." "That is your fault," I replied; and I find a
great many people with burdens who, rather than just come to Him with
them, strap them tighter on their backs and go away struggling under
their load. I asked her the nature of her trouble, and she told me. "I
have an only boy who is a wanderer on the face of the earth. I don't
know where he is. If I only knew where he was I would go around the
world to find him. You don't know how I love that boy. This sorrow is
killing me." "Why can't you take him to Christ? You can reach Him at the
throne, even though he be at the uttermost part of the world. Go tell
God all about your trouble, and he will take away his sin, and not only
that, but if you never see him on earth, God can give you faith that you
will see your boy in heaven." And then I told her of a mother who lived
down in the southern part of Indiana. Some years ago her boy came up to
this city. He was a moralist. My friends, a man has to have more than
morality to lean