Woe to the Pilot of the Living God

When the word of the lord came a second time, and jonah bruised and beaten his ears like two sea shells, still multitudinously murmuring of the ocean, jonah did the almighty's bidding. That was it. This shipmates, this is that other lesson. And woe to that pilot of the living god who slights it. Woe to him whom this world charms from gospel duty. He dropped and fell away from himself for a moment. Then, lifting his face to them again, showed a deep joy in his eyes as he cried out with a heavenly enthusiasm. But o shipmates. On the starboard hand of every woe there