"Without doubt, sir," was the confident response of a dignified
professor who was in attendance.
"Can you tell me the origin of sin?" asked the visitor.
Just then I saw the building commence to move as the professor commenced
to explain the difficult question.
The professor talked so interestingly to the visitor that he held his
attention until the building was moved, by the secret process, to the
brow of the mountain, and over to the great building known as the
"Devil's Theological School."
"Perchance, my words," said the speaker, "are insufficient to fully
satisfy your mind. Go now from the rear door to the College where all
such perplexing questions are made clear."
The visitor seizing, as he thought, a golden opportunity, gladly
consented and, to his great surprise, found a building of magnificent
proportions into which he entered.
After listening a very short time to Satan's teaching on the origin
of sin, he emerged from the school with a heavy bundle of opinions on
his back, and failed to find the Old Way. After wandering and stumbling
about on this summit of human learning, he finally found the Broad
Highway whereon he could carry his vain burden with ease.
These bureaus of information have ensnared so many learned men,
including ministers and professors, that the King of Glory has here
placed special signs of warning to all travelers; these have saved
many men from the snare of "the fowler."
I saw three young college students about to enter one of the bureaus.
There stood an aged pilgrim near by who shouted:
"Come! ye young men, out of the snare of the Devil, or ye will be taken
captive by him at his will!"
The voice sounded so friendly that they hesitated long enough to discern
that the building did not touch the King's Highway.
Then they remembered that they had been told long before to go by the
King's Highway, and not to turn to the right hand nor to the left, nor
even to step from the path, lest they should slip and fall to their
hurt. So they passed on about their Father's business.
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