Every convert in our work has cosmopolitan views respecting the brotherhood of man.  This means that one thousand people have seated themselves before an apostolic communion table.  White, black, red and yellow, side by side in harmony before the broken memorials of the life of love.  The spirit of color-caste is a post-apostolic devil.  The most eminent convert of the evangelist Philip was as black as a middle vein of Massilon coal.  Perhaps that is why they met in the desert and the spirit compassionately caught Philip away.  The purest church and the purest ray of sunshine are alike—­they absorb the seven colors of the spectrum.  When the Creator flung the rainbow like a silken scarf over the shoulder of the summer cloud, he drew his color-line.  Pentecostal blessings fell at Jerusalem, and have fallen ever since on the cosmopolitan church.

The second feature of this church that adapts it to ours field is the open Bible.  Every convert is armed with the shining sword—­the sword of the spirit, which is the word of God, like the sword in the hand of the angel at Eden’s gate, turning every way at once.

You do not hear of immorality, gross and fearful, within the precincts of our Congregational churches.  You do not hear of our people walking up the hills of the beatitudes over the broken tables of the law.  The written word, like the Incarnate, goes into our congregations and drives out all the sellers of oxen and of doves.  The Word, also, is the protection of these people against their greatest foe of this day—­the encroaching power of the Church of Rome.  Do you know that that ancient foe of liberty is stalking all across the twelve States of the South?  Do you know what it means to have the Church of Rome take in hand these people of lowly and of feeble intelligence?  We do not have to crossover to Austria or Italy in order to discern her aims, for the Nun of Kenmare has alighted upon our shores, and her alarming words are running through the land.  Rome knows no color prejudice, and the foot of that great despotic power can rest just as easily upon a skin that is black as upon a neck that is of the purest alabaster.  And the Congregational Church down South is the only champion against this papal see, for she has an aisle wide enough for five races of mankind to march up to her communion table, while the sword of the Spirit guards her portals.

Again, I wish you to notice this fact:  That this Church which we are planting is not only hiding a multitude of sins by saving these lowly people, but it is serving the interests of the State as well.  When we remember that the polity of our church is a polity of liberty, that it teaches that rights and duties go hand in hand, that it takes just as much wisdom to elect the pastor of a church as the President of the United States, we can see that the moral influence of this polity of ours is serving the interests of our commonwealth.  The Congregational Church is