Religion Without a Remedy
A SHERIFF in a Western town, the other day seized a drug store. But an inventory discovered five beautifully colored show bottles, but not a drug was to be found. That is the way with some folks' religion. You meet with the bottle of blue Presbyterianism, the clear water of Baptism, you see the Methodist jar, the Episcopalian jar, the Congregational jar, at the show window conspicuously displayed. But when you lift the latch and enter, seeking to find a remedy for some ill of life, not a drug is to be found. There might have been some once, but old Satan got a lien on the stock, foreclosed on the property, and left nothing but the colored jars in the shop window. That is the case with some churches, and certainly with individuals too numerous to mention,—