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Sermons and Woodboxes
"Godhelpingme,I’lldoit!"hecriedsoftly. "I’lltellallmyTomsIKNOWthey’llbegladtofillthatwoodbox! I’llgivethemworktodo,andI’llmakethemsofulloftheveryjoyofdoingitthattheywon’thaveTIMEtolookattheirneighbors’woodboxes!" Andhepickeduphissermonnotes,torestraightthroughthesheets,andcastthemfromhim,sothatononesideofhischairlay"Butwoeuntoyou,"andontheother,"scribesandPharisees,hypocrites!"whileacrossthesmoothwhitepaperbeforehimhispencilfairlyflew—afterfirstdrawingoneblacklinethroughMatthewtwenty-third;13—14and23.
ThusithappenedthattheRev.PaulFord’ssermonthenextSundaywasaveritablebugle-calltothebestthatwasineverymanandwomanandchildthatheardit; anditstextwasoneofPollyanna’sshiningeighthundred:
"BegladintheLordandrejoice,yerighteous,andshoutforjoyallyethatareuprightinheart."
