quick command, "Forward! Charge!"

Ah, my friends, there is work for you to do and for me to do in order
to this grand accomplishment! Here is my pulpit, and I preach in it.
Your pulpit is the bank. Your pulpit is the store. Your pulpit is the
editorial chair. Your pulpit is the anvil. Your pulpit is the house
scaffolding. Your pulpit is the mechanic's shop. I may stand in this
place and, through cowardice or through self-seeking, may keep back
the word I ought to utter; while you, with sleeve rolled up and brow
besweated with toil, may utter the word that will jar the foundations
of heaven with the shout of a great victory. Oh, that this morning
this whole audience might feel that the Lord Almighty was putting upon
them the hands of ordination. I tell you, every one, go forth and
preach this gospel. You have as much right to preach as I have, or as
any man has. Only find out the pulpit where God will have you preach,
and there preach.

Hedley Vicars was a wicked man in the English army. The grace of God
came to him. He became an earnest and eminent Christian. They scoffed
at him, and said: "You are a hypocrite; you are as bad as ever you
were." Still he kept his faith in Christ, and after awhile, finding
that they could not turn him aside by calling him a hypocrite, they
said to him: "Oh, you are nothing but a Methodist." That did not
disturb him. He went on performing his Christian duty until he had
formed all his troop into a Bible-class, and the whole encampment was
shaken with the presence of God. So Havelock went into the heathen
temple in India while the English army was there, and put a candle
into the hand of each of the heathen gods that stood around in the
heathen temple, and by the light of those candles, held up by the
idols, General Havelock preached righteousness, temperance, and
judgment to come. And who will say, on earth or in Heaven, that
Havelock had not the right to preach?

In the minister's house where I prepared for college, there was a man
who worked, by the name of Peter Croy. He could neither read nor
write, but he was a man of God. Often theologians would stop in the
house--grave theologians--and at family prayers Peter Croy would be
called upon to lead; and all those wise men sat around, wonder-struck
at his religious efficiency. When he prayed he reached up and seemed
to take hold of the very throne of the Almighty, and he talked with
God until the very heavens were bowed down into the s