<TITLE>03. Par 10-13</TITLE>L-10 And the strongest force, that I know of, is love. "Though I speak with tongues of men and Angels, and have not love, I am nothing, or become as a sounding brass and a tinkling symbol. Though I have power to move mountains, and have not love, I am nothing."
So if we're going to play this game, as we would call it... If we're going to win, we've got to get back to the winning principle. All these great signs and wonders, that we have seen, to God we give praise. But if those things isn't built upon godly Christian love and respect for God and His people, it'll fail. It's just got to fail. See? Because it has no foundation. And in this great thing, I...

L-11 Standing sometime ago, I was in the Westminster Abbey at London, England, and I seen the form of the poet that wrote the Psalm of Life, Longfellow, and I thought of his poem,
 Tell me not in mournful numbers,
 Life is just an empty dream! (Just eat, drink and be merry.)
 And the soul is dead that slumbers,
 And things are not what they seem.
 Life is real! And life is earnest!
 And the grave is not it's goal;
 Dust thy art, to dust returnest,
 Was not spoken of the soul.
 Lives of great men all remind us,
 And we can make our life sublime,
 With partings leave behind us,
 Footprints on the sands of time.
 Footprints, that perhaps another,
 Sailing over life's solemn main,
 For forlong and shipwreck brother,
 Seeing shall take heart again.
 Let us be up then and doing,
 With a heart wherein we strive,
 Be not like dumb driven cattle, be a hero.

L-12 That's what each individual of the church ought to purpose in their heart, to do their very best for the Kingdom of God. And how do you serve God? When you're serving one another. When you're taking the little end of the horn, as it was to say. And man who has ever amounted to very much in the world, has been men who's come down, and become not great men; they made themselves small in order to accomplish a purpose.
I'm thinking, tonight, as I look over this audience of man--you men and women, that's around my age, of a hero that we used to read about in our reader, all too quickly forgotten, and that was of Arnold Von Winkelried of Switzerland. Why, up in the Swiss mountains, you can just mention his name today, and the expression on the people's faces will change, and tears will run down their cheeks.

L-13 We all are familiar with the story of how that the Finnish people, not the Finnish, pardon me, but the Swiss people, they were just a bunch of Germans that went up in the mountains to live in peace and not to have war, and they're still not a warring people.
But one day, when their little economy had been attacked by an army, and all the Finnish men had gathered into the valley in below the mountain. They had gone there to defend their homes, and their children; and all that they held dear in life, they went to defend it. And when they found themselves a small group out in the field, and looked coming onto them a great marching army, like a brick wall, every man trained with spear, and shield, and helmets, and great armors on, just so trained and perfect, till not one man out of step, looked like, for an endless stretch. And here they were standing, and was standing for right as a group all beat up against the wall, with old sickle blades, and rocks, and sticks in their hands to fight with. What could that little army do against such an onslaughter as they had, as their foe come every man trained right to the spot? Why, they were helpless. They had not one thing they could do.


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