was antiquated, out of date, and obsolete, and that in a very short time at the longest, men would throw it upon the world's dust-heap, and leave it there. That house to-day is a Bible emporium, and the room in which the man sat writing the words that I have just quoted is so full of Bibles that you only enter the room with difficulty. But—and as Robbie Burns says in "Tam o' Shanter "—tae ma tale. "For God so loved the world that He gave His Son." I believe that this is true. It is true, not only because it is in the Bible—it is in the Bible because it is true. Just recently a very worthy Dean, speaking about our empty churches, said—or at least was reported to have said—that he had no doubt the sermons were dull. If the sermons are dull, that is neither the fault of the Bible nor the fault of God; and the man who can only preach dull sermons has no right to preach at all.
There is nothing dull about the text I have chosen. It is all about Love, and there is no dulness where love is. Love is the greatest power in the universe, could we but grasp it. Brute force against love always has lost, and always will. Look at the world to-day—nation upon nation on the brink of bankruptcy and ruin; all, mark you, the outcome of cruel and wanton war. In one word: Force.
The Gospel is a Gospel of Love. You have the whole of the gospel in my text, and I have
