entered the suburbs of that realm for which we have but one word,
whose inadequacy we all confess--the Infinite. I listened, the
silence seemed to utter forth majesty and might and honor and
omnipotence, the air had in it the breath of sacred and adoring
things, and unwittingly I cried out, alone in the night there, "The
heavens, O God, declare thy glory and the firmament showeth thy
handiwork."

And when I look at this Christianity set forth in the New Testament,
and anticipated in the Old, the constellations of doctrine, this Via
Lactea of truth in which every statement is a sun of splendor; when
I begin to get the sweep of the divine purpose coming up from the
opening pages of Genesis and culminating in the book of the
Revelation; when I see that Christianity is the presentation to us
of the ways and means whereby the original thought of incarnation
(and this was the very first thought stamped upon the first pages of
the Genesis record of the creation of man; for incarnation is
conceived in Eden before it is brought to the birth in Bethlehem)--
when I see this original thought of incarnation, in spite of sin and
failure, and the world's captivity to the Devil and his angels; when
I see this high purpose of God at last realized, and realized so
completely that each redeemed soul is in final terms the glorious
enthronement of God in humanity, and that God in Christ and in the
Christian, gets his own world again, I cry out with full tribute of
heart and intellect: "O Lord, this is the Christianity which thou
hast wrought, thy name is written in every doctrine, every line
justifies, as it proclaims thee, the infinite and gracious author."

This is the Christianity to preach.

Let the preacher preach a Christianity of doctrine.

There are three important things every preacher should preach. The
first thing is doctrine. The second thing is doctrine. The third and
pre-eminent thing is doctrine. The church is starving to death for
the want of it, the preachers are becoming emasculated apologists
for lack of it, and the world, looking on, is laughing at a limp,
genuflecting thing calling itself modern Christianity and for want
of vertebrate strength, unable to stand alone.

It was doctrine believed in and preached which sustained the martyrs
and gave courage to missionaries. He who believed in the sovereignty
of a redeeming God, the certainty that God would get his elect, the
Coming of Christ, the millennial triumph,