he Cruel Mother--Hypothetical.

Suppose a mother should come in here with a little child, and after she
has been here a while the child begins to cry, and she says, "Keep
still," but the child keeps on crying, and so she turns him over to the
police and says, "Take that child, I don't want him." What would you say
of such a mother as that? Teach a child that God loves him only so long
as he is good, and that when he is bad the Lord does not love him, and
you will find that when he grows up, if he has a bad temper he will have
the idea that God hates him because he thinks God don't love him when he
has got a bad temper, and as he has a bad temper all the time, of course
God does not love him at all, but hates him all the time. Now God hates
sin, but He loves the sinner, and there is a great difference between
the love of God and our love.

The Loving Father.

I remember my little girl had a habit of getting up in the morning very
cross. I don't know whether your children are like that. She used to get
up in the morning speaking cross, and made the family very
uncomfortable. So I took her aside one morning and said to her, "Emma,
if you go on that way I shall have to correct you; I don't want to do
it, but I will have to." She looked at me for a few moments--I had never
spoken to her that way before--and she went away. She behaved herself
for a few weeks all right, but one morning she was as cross as ever, and
when she came to me to be kissed before going to school, I wouldn't do
it. Off she went to her mother, and said: "Mamma, Papa refused to kiss
me: I cannot go to school because he won't kiss me." Her mother came in,
but she didn't say much. She knew the child had been doing wrong. The
little one went off and as she was going down stairs I heard her
weeping, and it seemed to me as if that child was dearer to me than ever
she had been before. I went to the window and saw her going down the
street crying, and as I looked on her I couldn't repress my tears. That
seemed to be the longest day I ever spent in Chicago. Before the closing
of the school I was at home, and when she came in her first words were:
"Papa, won't you forgive me?" and I kissed her and she went away
singing. It was because I loved her that I punished her. My friends,
don't let Satan make you believe when you have any trouble, that God
does not love you.

PRAISE.

"Three Cheers."

Once, when a great fire broke out at midnight and people t