You who are passing men sullenly upon the street, not speaking to them out of some silly spite, and yet knowing that it would fill you with shame and remorse if you heard that one of those men were dead tomorrow morning you who are letting your neighbor starve, till you hear that he is dying of starvation or letting your friend's heart ache for a word of appreciation or sympathy, which you mean to give him someday.
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No man dares to condemn the Christian faith today, because the Christian faith has not been tried. Not until men get rid of the thought that it is a poor machine, an expedient for saving them from suffering and pain not until they get the grand idea of it as the great power of God present in and through the lives of men not until then does Christianity enter upon its true trial and become ready to show what it can do.
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