Those children have all been taken away from him, and
he is now walking up and down those streets homeless. But four years ago
he had a beautiful and a happy home with his wife and children around
him. They are gone; probably he will never see them again. Perhaps he
has come in here to-night. If he has, I ask him: Is not the way of the
transgressor hard?
A Rum-Seller's Son Blows his Brains Out.
Look at that rum-seller. When we talk to him he laughs at us. He tells
you there is no hell, no future--there is no retribution. I've got one
man in my mind now who ruined nearly all the sons in his neighborhood.
Mothers and fathers went to him and begged him not to sell their
children liquor. He told them it was his business to sell liquor, and he
was going to sell liquor to everyone who came. The saloon was a blot
upon the place as dark as hell. But the man had a father's heart. He had
a son. He didn't worship God, but he worshiped that boy. He didn't
remember that whatsoever a man soweth so shall he reap. My friends, they
generally reap what they sow. It may not come soon, but the retribution
will come. If you ruin other men's sons some other man will ruin yours.
Bear in mind God is a God of equity; God is a God of justice.
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