Having just read an article by a medical writer in which he describes the make-up of a human being, we couldn't help but think of the essay which the little boy in school wrote on "The Anatomy:" Your head is kind of round and hard, and your brains are in it and your hair on it. Your face is the front of your head where you eat and make faces. Your neck is what keeps your head out of your collar. It's hard to keep clean. Your shoulders are sort of shelfs where you hook your suspenders on them. Your stummick is something that if you do not eat often enough it hurts, and spinach don't help none. Your spine is a long bone in your back that keeps you from folding up. Your back is always behind you no matter how quick you turn around. Your arms you got to have to pitch with and so you can reach the butter. Your fingers stick out of your hands so you can throw a curve and add up 'rithmetic. Your legs is what if you have not got, you cannot get to first base. Your feet are what you run on, your toes are what always get stubbed. And that's all there is of you, except what's inside, and I never saw it."
But no more ridiculous is this boy's essay than are the actions of those who live as though they had no brain cells functioning, no blushes over wrong ever on their faces, no shoulders given to burden bearing for others, whose eyes are out of God's calling and God's keeping. More ridiculous than what this boy said about "your stummick" is what people do putting liquor into their stomachs to steal their brains away, who show when courageous stands should be taken that they have a yellow cotton string instead of a backbone, who "do evil with both hands earnestly" (Micah 7:3), whose feet "follow a multitude to do evil" (Exodus 23:2), whose tongues are described in James 3:6: "And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell" (James 3:6).
The way multitudes abuse their bodies—withholding them from God and turning them over to the service of Satan, is, as John Tyndall said about superstition, "incongruous with intelligence"—to say no more.