EMPTY SEATS
 
    "No, I made jelly yesterday, and I'm tired.  I'm faithful
 enough to stay  at home this cloudy morning,"  and Mrs. clark
 curled up on the couch with the Bible she had not opened for a
 week, but is soon dropped from her hand. She was arouesd by a
 strange voice saying:
 
    "Now, my good imps, what have you done today to the weaken
 the kingdom of God?"  The voice came from a suspicious looking
 personage seated on a throne of human skulls.  Around him was
 gathered a crowd of terrible beings, each with a crown of fire,
 in which gleamed some name, such as malice, envy, pride, hatred,
 and kindred passions.
 
    "We have been busy today, making empty seats in churches,"
 began one.
 
    "Nothing could please me better," answered their king.
 
    "I persuaded one man that he had a headache, and kept him
 from a sermon that might have changed his whole life," said one.
 
    "I induced one good man to slip to his store and fix up his
 books", said another, with a horrid grin.
 
    "Good!" said the king.  "He'll soon give up the Sabbath
 altogether."
 
    "I was able to get one devoted young man to visit old
 freinds", said one imp.
 
    "I worried a good sister about her old bonnet until she
 decided to stay at home until she got a new one", spoke up the
 imp labeled "Pride."
 
    "And I made several poor women who were hungry for God's Word
 to stay home to repine over their trials.  I just said to them,
 'Oh, these rich people don't care for you; you can't wear fine
 clothes so I wouldn't go where I was looked down upon.'"
 
    "I induced a good many men and women to think they were not
 strong enough to go out," said one called "Indifference."  "Of
 course, all these men will be at their businesses tomorrow, even
 if they feel worse.  But they could not go to church, where they
 would have no special mental or physical strain.  And the ladies
 would have been able to clean house or go calling; but I made
 them think they couldn't walk to church unless they were
 perfectly well."
 
    "Very good," said the king, with a sulphurous grin.  "Sunday
 headaches might often be cured by getting out in the air, and
 backaches forgotten by thoughts drawn to higher things.  But you
 lying imps must use every weekness to the flesh to help make
 empty seats."
 
    They all smiled, for in their kingdom "lying" was a great
 compliment.
 
    "I'm the weather imp," said one gloomy fellow.  "I go around
 persuading people it is going to rain, or it is too cold, too
 damp or too hot to venture out to church.  It is enough to make
 even your gloomy majesty laugh to see these same people start
 out the next day in wind and weather.  One would think it a sin
 to carry unbrellas or wear coats to church."
 
    "I have a better scheme than that," said another, "I have a
 plan that empties seats of the workers in the church."
 
    "I make these people overwork on Saturdays.  For instance, I
 make some good man the preacher depends upon, or some devout
 Sunday school teacher, to make Saturday the busiest day of the
 week.  I just keep him rushed with neglected things till late at
 night, and then he oversleeps or is sick the next day, and can't
 get out."
 
    "Splendid plan!" cried Satan.
 
    "Yes, it works well with delicate women.  If they clean
 house, or have Saturday company, they can be kept at home
 without knowing they have broken the Sabbath the day before.  A
 church party late saturday night helps with empty seats."
 
    "You are doing fine, my imps," his majesty said warmly - for
 his breath was a flame of fire.  "Preachers may work and pray
 over their sermons all week, but there will be no results in
 preaching to empty seats.  One of the most important things we
 have to consider is how to keep people away from churches on
 Sunday.  Your plans are excellent, but I might suggest another
 good point.  All preachers have human imperfections -- some
 fault of manner or speech.  Get Christians to critize their
 pastor, especially before their children.  If you can stir up a
 spirit of fault-finding against the preacher, or among the
 members, it will help empty seats.  People who get mad at each
 other do not care to go to church together."
 
    "If the seats are empty, the minister may be a saint and
 preach like an angel to no purpose."
 
    "See the result of your labor on High Street church today.
 Not only did the 200 people who stayed at home lose a blessing,
 but each empty seat did its work against the Lord's kingdom.
 The preacher made unusual preparation, and went with his heart
 on fire, but the empty seats chilled him, and he did poorly."
 
    "There was a special collection, but the best givers were
 away, so it was a failure.  It isn't a smart preacher, nor a
 rich congregation, nor a good location, nor a paid choir, that
 makes a successful church.  It is the church members always
 being there that draws in the unconverted, and makes an eloquent
 preacher.  As soon as a Christian begins to stay at home, from
 one excuse or another, I know I have a mortgage on his soul
 which if he does not shake off, I will foreclose on the
 judgement day."
 
    "You have none on mine!" cried Mrs Clark, who had been
 listening with bated breath; "I'll go to church, if only to
 defeat you."
 
    "What's the matter, dear?" asked her husband.  "Have you been
 dreaming?"
 
    "Perhaps so; but I'm going to church if I get to a seat just
 in time for the the benediction.  I'll cheat Satan from this day
 out of one empty seat."  She has kept her word, and influenced
 many others to let nothing trifling keep them from God's house;
 and one "downtown" church has begun to grow, and will soon be a
 great power for God, because of no "empty seats."
 
    FAITH PRAYER AND TRACT LEAGUE GRAND RAPIDS, MICH.  49504-1390

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 from a sermon that might have changed his whole life," said one.
 
    "I induced one good man to slip to his store and fix up his
 books"