The Iola register., 1885-12-11

hidipg.place Of the sogrow. Bone a
our bonei Flesh Of our neshl Heart of
our heart! Sorrow Of our sorrowl Al
long - be remembers Laxarus' tomb he
win stand beside ~ In the cemetery. As
long as he remembers his own heart breaks
he viii stand with you in the laceration Of
your affections. When he forgets his foot
sore way, and his lonely nights, and his
weary mind. and his sxhausted body, and
his awful cross, and his solemn grave, then
will he forget you; but not until then.
Sometimes, when We have trouble, our
friends are far away from as. We write .
letter. saying, "Come right away" or We
telegraph to them, saying, "Take the next
train; come immediately" but it may
take hours, it may take days, before
they can reach Us in our trouble.
But I have to tell you this morning
OF one who is near to help, ever near,
near before you, behind you, within
you-nearer than the staff on which you
lean, nearer than the cup you press to your
lip, nearer than tho handkerchief with
which you wipe away the tears. preach
him-an ever-present Jesus. Sometimes,
when we have trouble, or friends come,
and they do all they can for us; but they
can not relieve all the trouble, they can not
disentanSfe our finances, they can not cure
our sick, they can nat raise our dead.
Blessed be GOdI the one to whom these
disciples went has all power in Heaven and
on earth, and he will, at just the right
time, balk our calamities, and at Just the
right time, in the presence of an applaud
ing earth and a rosounding heaven,
will raise our dead. o, I preach
him, an almighty Christ. The last
sword will leap from the scabbard Of
Omnipotence and the last resource of i'm
finite God he exhausted before God wiz al
low one Of his children to cry for comfort
and not get it. l heard Of q child who
went to sea with her father, q sea captain.
and when the first storm came, in the mid
night, the little child awakened and rushed
out in great fright, and cried: "Where's
father: Where's father:" Then they told
her the father was on deck, and that he
was Guiding the ship and he was watch
ing the storm, and she said: "Wel, II
fathers ON deck, then III go to Sleep" So
she went to sleep.
Oh! yc who are tossed in the storms Of
this life, want to tell you the Lord is
guiding the ship; your Father is on deck,
and he will bring you through into
the harbor. Oh! ye whose cheeks
are wet with tho night dew Of
tho grave, ye whose he arts are tried with
q sirocco, in the name of n religion which
can wipe every tear, and lift every burden,
and deliver every captive and illumine
every darkness, implors you, go and tell
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your sins and burden yourself, tell you.
my brother, plainly, your life will be q
failure, your death will be disaster, and
eternity calamity; but il you will go to
Christ with all your sins and all your sor-
rows to-day, your foo. viii strike the up
ward path, and the shining messengers
who tell above what is done here will make
the arches Of God resound with the t;dings
that you have gone to tell Jesus.
Well, I look over this audience and
wonder whether you will carry your own
burdens; whether you are going to be SO
foolhardy rs to take tho consequences of
your own sin when there is q balm, .
balsam, for all wounds and pardon for all
transgressions. Soon you will be gone,
and gone forever. You remember now
Xerxes felt when he looked at his army
2,Oc0,O 900 men-perliaps the creates: army
over marshaled. Xerxes rode along that
army and reviewed it. Two million men!
And after he had reviewed the troops he
came to hill, and he looked of upon the
great host, and he burst into tears. One Of
his staff officers expressed surprise, that at
q time when he ought to be full Of ex-
ultation and triumph he should weep.
"Oh, i" he said, 81 weep because so soon all
this host will be gone" And this morning
look OF upon this audience, and realize
that soon you will all be gone-gone from
the Church, gone from the homo circle,
gone from business circles and gono for
ever. Whittier! Whittier:
'Tis not for man to triie:
Lifesis brief asld sin Is here;
Our a.e Is but falling leaf, it@
dropping tear.
Not many lives but only one have
One. only one.
How sacred should that one life be.
That narrow span!