Men often ask: "How can I keep from swearing?" I will tell you. If God
puts His love into your heart, you will have no desire to curse Him.
If you have much regard for God, you will no more think of cursing Him
than you would think of speaking lightly or disparagingly of a mother
whom you love. But the natural man is at enmity with God, and has
utter contempt for His law. When that law is written on his heart,
there will be no trouble in obeying it.

When I was out west about thirty years ago, I was preaching one day in
the open air, when a man drove up in a fine turn-out, and after
listening a little while to what I was saying, he put the whip to his
fine-looking Steed, and away he went. I never expected to see him
again, but the next night he came back, and he kept on coming
regularly night after night.

I noticed that his forehead itched--you have noticed people who keep
putting their hands to their foreheads?--he didn't want any one to see
him shedding tears--of course not! It is not a manly thing to shed
tears in a religions meeting, of course!

After the meeting I said to a gentleman: "Who is that man who drives
up here every night? Is he interested?" "Interested! I should think
not! You should have heard the way he talked about you today." "Well,"
I said, "that is a sign he is interested."

If no man ever has anything to say against you, your Christianity
isn't worth much. Men said of the Master, "He has a devil," and Jesus
said that if they had called the master of the house Beelzebub, how
much more them of his household.

I asked where this man lived, but my friend told me not to go to see
him, for he would only curse me. I said: "It takes God to curse a man;
man can only bring curses on his own head." I found out where he
lived, and went to see him. He was the wealthiest man within a hundred
miles of that place, and had a wife and seven beautiful children. Just
as I got to his gate I saw him coming out of the front door. I stepped
up to him and said: "This is Mr.--, I believe?" He said: "Yes, sir;
that is my name." Then he straightened up and asked--"What do you
want?" "Well," I said, "I would like to ask you a question, if you
won't be angry." "Well, what is it?" "I am told that God has blessed
you above all men in this part of the country; that He has given you
wealth, a beautiful Christian wife, and seven lovely children. I do
not know if it is true, but I hear that all He gets in return is
cursing a