The world comes to the child when it is in the April of life, and sows tares. The world comes along again when the child is in the May of life, and sows thistles. Again in the fair June it comes and sows nox vomica.
The church meanwhile folds its hands and waits until the April has gone, and the May has gone, and June and July have gone, and then at the close of August gets in earnest and says, “Now, now we have got a bag of good wheat here, and we must sow it in this fresh young soil, and we shall have a glorious harvest!” Will it? No, no! It is too late! Everlastingly too late! You should have sowed in April and in May the good seed of the kingdom.
