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The
entire
work
of
the
church
was
at
a
standstill
.
The
Sunday
services
,
the
week-day
prayer
meeting
,
the
missionary
teas
,
even
the
suppers
and
socials
were
becoming
less
and
less
well
attended
.
True
,
a
few
conscientious
workers
were
still
left
.
But
they
pulled
at
cross
purposes
,
usually
;
and
always
they
showed
themselves
to
be
acutely
aware
of
the
critical
eyes
all
about
them
,
and
of
the
tongues
that
had
nothing
to
do
but
to
talk
about
what
the
eyes
saw
.
And
because
of
all
this
,
the
Rev.
Paul
Ford
understood
very
well
that
he
(
God
's
minister
)
,
the
church
,
the
town
,
and
even
Christianity
itself
was
suffering
;
and
must
suffer
still
more
unless
--
Clearly
something
must
be
done
,
and
done
at
once
.
But
what
?
Slowly
the
minister
took
from
his
pocket
the
notes
he
had
made
for
his
next
Sunday
's
sermon
.
Frowningly
he
looked
at
them
.
His
mouth
settled
into
stern
lines
,
as
aloud
,
very
impressively
,
he
read
the
verses
on
which
he
had
determined
to
speak
:
"
'
But
woe
unto
you
,
scribes
and
Pharisees
,
hypocrites
!
for
ye
shut
up
the
kingdom
of
heaven
against
men
:
for
ye
neither
go
in
yourselves
,
neither
suffer
ye
them
that
are
entering
to
go
in
.
'
"
'
Woe
unto
you
,
scribes
and
Pharisees
,
hypocrites
!
for
ye
devour
widows
'
houses
,
and
for
a
pretence
make
long
prayer
:
therefore
ye
shall
receive
the
greater
damnation
.
'
"
'
Woe
unto
you
,
scribes
and
Pharisees
,
hypocrites
!
for
ye
pay
tithe
of
mint
and
anise
and
cummin
,
and
have
omitted
the
weightier
matters
of
the
law
,
judgment
,
mercy
,
and
faith
:
these
ought
ye
to
have
done
,
and
not
to
leave
the
other
undone
.
'
"
It
was
a
bitter
denunciation
.
In
the
green
aisles
of
the
woods
,
the
minister
's
deep
voice
rang
out
with
scathing
effect
.
Even
the
birds
and
squirrels
seemed
hushed
into
awed
silence
.
It
brought
to
the
minister
a
vivid
realization
of
how
those
words
would
sound
the
next
Sunday
when
he
should
utter
them
before
his
people
in
the
sacred
hush
of
the
church
.
His
people
!
--
they
WERE
his
people
.
Could
he
do
it
?
Dare
he
do
it
?
Dare
he
not
do
it
?
It
was
a
fearful
denunciation
,
even
without
the
words
that
would
follow
--
his
own
words
.
He
had
prayed
and
prayed
.
He
had
pleaded
earnestly
for
help
,
for
guidance
.
He
longed
--
oh
,
how
earnestly
he
longed
!
--
to
take
now
,
in
this
crisis
,
the
right
step
.
But
was
this
--
the
right
step
?
Slowly
the
minister
folded
the
papers
and
thrust
them
back
into
his
pocket
.
Then
,
with
a
sigh
that
was
almost
a
moan
,
he
flung
himself
down
at
the
foot
of
a
tree
,
and
covered
his
face
with
his
hands
.
