Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1881-03-28
thoughts OF man TO your own heart to.

/ and Ehud came with private message,
and Eylon waved out all his attendants.
Ihaye knocked at the door OF your
| heart. let me as Christ's messenger come
in alone. Wave out all your anxieties
about others. Here stand with ques-
ton about yOU Have yon repented?
Have YOU believed? Have you prayed?
| Have Vou been saved2 ask nothing
| about any body else in all the universe.
! All my thoughts bend toward you. The
lane I travel up ends at your heart
The door-bell ring is that OF your soul.
| Ii is your life, your death, your ludg'
meut. YOUR enthronement or exile, your
unending existence. A mightier earth
/ quake than that which demolished
the Phiiippian penitentiary Will
after awhile rumble about your
ears. The foundation OF the world will
give way. By one tremor OF the earth
all American cities will be thrown fiat
in the DUST. Lisbon and Caracas went
down NOT more comp. etely. Cathed-
rails and palaces and prisons that have
/ been standing a thousand years Will top
| pie like child's block house, the seas
in one surge submerge the land, Allan
tic and Pacific oceans joining hands
above the Alleghanies and the Alps and
Hinabaugh. What then shall do?
What then will YOU do3 wonder not
at the iail. keepers personal anxiety, Tor
he was guarding, not only against the
falling oil that prison, but the falling oil a
| world.
Again the question of the text was
One Of Incompatible Importance.
Perhaps he may have been anxious to
have his salary raised by the govern
ment. Perhaps he may have thought
superior like him ought to
have larger accommodation. Per.
haps he may have been about
to institute a prison reform on the sub
jeCt of light or warmth or cleanliness or
medical treatment or discipline. Men
are wonderfully alike ami | suppose.
like ourselves, he hal many subjects un-
der discussion. And yet all the ques.
tions OF his life are hushed up. Sub.
merged, forgotten, annihilated in the
outcry. "What must do To be ssvedT'
Why, hesrer, what question have you
comparable in Importance with this
Is il a business question: But your
earthly business will shortly come TO an
end. You will 90 out of the partnership.
Beyond certain point OF all the mil
lions Of dollars of goods which are sold
in New York, you will not handle
yard OF cloth, or a pound OF sugar, or
pennywOrth. A fire might start at Cen
trail Park and burn down to the Battery,
il would not do you any damage. Every
cashier might abseond and every bank
suspend payment and every in-
surance company fail and you
would not be affected by it. What is
any business that stops this side OF the
grave to be compared in Importance
with that which reaches beyond ltP
What purchases have you made Tor
eternity7 What losses will you incur
that are everlasting? What is beyond
the store and the shop? What are your
unfailing securities? Are you jO6blng
for time when you might be doing
wholesale business for unendIng ages?
Is there in your store any question OF
business so broad at the base, so altitu-
dinous, so oyershadowing as "What
must | do to be saved?' In your do
mestic affairs is there any question com
parable with thisP Something about
father or mother, husband or wife, son
or daughter? But in a short while this
relation by inevitable and universal law
must be broken up. Father will he
gone, mother will be gone Your chill.
dren will be gone. You will be gone.
But the supernatural question OF tho
text will then just begin TO harvest lts
gains or deplore its losses.
Again | remark, the question OF the
Jail supervisor was
Pressed Out by Crushing Misfortune.
The penitentiary down, the keeper lost
his occupation. But verse, the flight OF
the prisoner was ordinarily the death OF
the taller. Had the wall stood quiet,
the Incarcerated lain still IN their
stocks, and the morning sunlight
dropped calmly on the pillow OF the SUI
pervisor, suppose you he would have
flung the agitated words OF my text into
the apostles earP No; it was the earth
quake that reused up his anxietics. Did
not your troubles start in your soul the
same question? The colors Of your dress
are not as bright as once. Why have
YOU chosen the more subdued garb?
Do YOU not like saffron or crimson as
we'll as once? Yes; but that which was
in harmony with your feelings when
you were young and gay and prosperous
would be discord now, and
so you have pleated uD the
shadows into your apparel. There have
been dark days in your dwelling, IL
does not seem any more like home.
Once YOU thought il you could only
have II quiet. Now it is too quiet.
Others saw of the departed they would
not call them back II they could To this
troubled world. Rut il you had the pow
er YOU would call them back and the
voices would again be sounding and the
feet be gay and the faces sindiing. And
il would b. as once on Christmas or
Thanksgiving days that long ago fled new
er TO come again with their hllarlties.
An earthquake has rocked down your
domestic enjoyments and some OF you,
hambeau in hand, are staggering amid
the falling walls OF your earthly hopes,
crying: What must DO TO be saved ?'
One half the CHRISTIANS have been start
ed Christ-ward by their bereavements.
Again | remark the question OF the
text Vas
Hasty and Immediate.
IL was put on the run. Look at his
face as hs holds up the light TO find
where the apostles are. What an earn
est aud startled Look No time to comb
his hair. No time to arrange his apparel.
tie mus, have it answered there and
then before the earthquake had stopped
rocking or perhaps II may never be an
swered at az! Is that the way you put
the question? Or do you drawl il out
"a much as ta say, "l shall be satisfied il
tits answered any time within Is years.
Yos have no tins TO spare. II you
really ieel the earthquake under your
souls better take lignt and hurry and
cry il ont at the top OF your voice.
/ There are in the banished world ten
thousand vino did not ask the question
IN time. Ii | Should swing back the
| door OF the tomb and ask for one word
/ OF warning for this world and they could
utter only one word it would come
sounding out like howl of the ever
laciCg storm, "Nolr
tn probability is that ninety nine
ou. vi the hundred death-bed repen-
,ances never amount To anything. OF
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