Show t SATURDAY S NIGHT 8 SERMONS BY RW THE SKELETON IN THE CLOSET text there la Is nothing hidden shelf not be reve revealed nied matt x 26 theres a skeleton in ili every closet true ghastly grew greiN some hideous it stands staring with eyeless boc buckets bets grinning with ith unless lipless jowls you open the door of memory forgetful forget tul for a al moment and there stands that fearful thing reminder of the past 0 god I 1 thought it was dead no only hidden smash it in one closet it appears in another never did doyle or hugo write detective story so eo thrilling the javert of your sinful past forever on libe the track of the valjean of your better self quick shut the door on the horrid phantom did any one get a glimpse by any subtle tole telepathy pathy could another read your thoughts your heart thumps outrageously the door la Is slammed tight and the key turned you breathe easier you oven smile to think how foolish ii were ere your tears fears and yet its there this world Is a mighty poor place for b iding biding secrets secrete the s I 1 u ot of yet yesterday erday of list last year of five ten fifty years ago will come back it sits in the chair banquot banquo liko like at your feast its tamped stamped s ou on your inner breast a blazing scarlet letter the marks arks on oil bour our band you rub out damned biot but it wont out mighty fortunate you can wear a cloak or gloves cut but its there hiding our sins naturally we try to conceal the skeleton we succeed proteus like when you conceal sill in one form it wriggles out in a nother another the difficulty Is that sin is not a lifeless lump but a force rind and a cause and comes under definite laws lans of conservation of energy and correlation of forces some day comes the crash and its the crash we ne dread for to be brutally frank it so much the thing itself hat men fear nud and are ashamed of but t the he exposure the unpardonable sin of social ethics today is in being fouad 0 out ut then too god forgive us much depends in your sin whether you tire are a man or a woman rich or poor influential or friendless but the man a and ad the s sinner I 1 la in silk and the prom prominent 1 nent culprit suffer cliame and sorrow borrow too preacher yes but more often tile the weeping Is onion caused the eyes sheds tears because it smarts the provoking cause is external not internal objective rather than subjective nevertheless out it will come no 0 ostrich ariell with head in sand d was ever m more ore s self elf deceived deceiT ed than he who but billies les ills his secret to in the sands of silence and thinks it concealed theres a subtle miasmatic poisonous odor that affects the mans own self and makes others feel somehow theres something wrong the finger of fate pointed plainly toward the tent of achan and his big buried booty and its the hellish mockery of the alie devil that a man may lose the lery ery thing that he risked his all to got get telltale finger prints we chuckle in the darkness of our concealment but every blundering finger touch leaves its mark sin is 13 its own detective A queer thing Is that your sin sill wll will find you out catch that self exposure in ili leonardos the last supper every voice is 13 saying lord Is it IT I 1 caery face Is in e consternation 0 n sterna ster nation tiou but one judas Is looking with unaffected mien how bold Is guilt but his hand betrays him ile he has upset the salt sin sill once committed Is a wild beast released tomorrow morning you may find it crouching at the door are lou ou ready for its lancet claws and crunching jaws but the hin bill way was secret in the home lu in the crowd of the city its ita forgotten no not dot forgotten hidden nide illde a seed find and you lave have a plant whatsoever a man so you know the rest the that murder will vill out means simply imply mental and temperamental lapses that leave unexpected flaws in the hiding of a wrong its buelto some mystic thing within out in tile the forest the deeds dow done no one heard the death groan dead men tell no tales he wipes his knife its all over no by the Lter eternal nril its ita just begun ills neighbors blood cries out the ground iles hes no longer in solitude the whole air Is alive every rustling leaf lind and passing wind tells the footsteps of ancel nc e theres a mocking laugh ile he starts W who ho langhi la only the call of a crow in the fiend dead oak perhaps as huso hugo suggests its the hours laughter at itself judgment or op mercy you cannot avoid the gaze gaza of tire the almighty thou god seest me are god Is not worked eked been ten years now the mills milli of god gaind slowly the chariot wheels wheel drag rut but lies hes cornine corn inz lii the sin done in ili seret secret it milli fh il lie ile proclaimed upon the housetop tat theft committed that woman wron ed d that scandal started that lie told t fiat bat mothers heart broken fire are they back now ghosts of past deeds a fearful ghastly throng Is 13 there no mercy nothing but the amith of an offended god listen that ringing in the inner soul A bell A bell yes a bell crying tell tell tell not to man unless youve wronged man but to god ive sinned enned cries david da ad against thee thee the only have I 1 sinned pinned you cannot cover up sin only god caal can bring sin bin out to the light of god green cassava root just dug Is 13 deadly polion poison exposed to sunlight it becomes tapioca even invalids may eat it A lie ile confessed Is no longer a lie ile it if we confess our sins lie I 1 Is faithful and just to forgive no na our siner bins |