The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1886-12-10
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counsel you, also, seek Christian advice.
Every Christian man Il bound 70 help you.
II you find no other human ear willing to
listen to your story Of struggle, come to
me, and will, by every sympathy Of my
heart, and every prayer, and every toll Of
for reformation; and, as I aope to have
my own sins forgiven, and hope to be ac-
quilted at the Judgment seat Of Christ,
| will not betray you. First Of al, seek
God-then seek Christian counsel Gather
up all the energies Of body, mind and soul,
! and, appealing to God for success, declare
this day everlasting war against all drink
ing habits, all gaming practices, all houses
Of sin. Half-and-half work will amount to
nothing; it must be q Waterloo. Shrink
back now, and you are lost-push on, and
you are saved. A Spartan General fell at
the very moment Of victory, but he dipped
his finger in his own blood and wrote on q
rock near which he was dying: "Sparta
has conquered" Though your struggle to
get rid of sin may seem almost a death
struggle, you can dip yFur finger in your
own blood and write on the Rock of Ages:
"Victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. {"
Oh, what glorious news it would be for
some of these young men to send home to
their parents in the country these holidays
which are coming. They go to the post
office every day or two to see if there are
any letters from you. How anxious they
are to hear! You might send them for q
holiday present this season book from one
of our best publishing houses, or complete
wardrobe from the importers palace; it
would not please them half as much as the
l. Al
you had given your heart to God. know
how it is In the country. The night comes
on. The cattle stand under the rack,
through which burst the trusses Of hay.
The horses. just having frisked up
from the meadow, stand knee deep
IN the bright straw that invites them to
lie down and rest. The perch of the howell
is full Of fowl, their feet warm under their
feathers. In the farmhouse at night nc
candle is lighted. for the flames clap then
hands about the great black log, and shake
the shadow Of the group up and down the
wall. Father and mother sit there for half
an hour, saying nothing. I wonder what
they are thinking Of After awhile father
breaks the silence and says: "Well,
wonder where our boy is in town to-
nightr' and mother answers: &c In no bad
place, l warrant you; we always could
trust him when ne was home, and since he
has been away there have been SO many
prayers offered for him, we can trust him
still" Then at eight o'clOck-for they re-
tire early in the eountry-they kneel down
and commend you to that God who watches
in country and in town, on the and land on
the sea.
Some one said to q Grecian General:
"What was the proudest moment in your
lifei" He thought moment. and said !:
1.-THE proudest moment in my life was
when l sent home word to my parents that
had gained the victory" And the proud
est and most brilliant u.oment in your life
will be the moment when you can send
word to your parents that you have con.
| quered your evil habits, by the grace Of
God, and become eternal victor. Oh, de-
| spise not parental anxiety!
The time will come when you will have
neither father or mother. and you will &C
| around the place where they used to watch
you, and find them gone from the house,
and gone from the field, and gone from the
neighborhood. Cry as loud for forgiveness
as you may over the mound in the church.
yard. they will not answer. Dead! Dead
And then you will take out the white lock
of hair that was cut from your mothers
OrOW Just DelOre tncS Durieu ncr, anu sot
will take the cane with which your father
used to walk, and you will think and think
and wish that you had done just as they
wanted you to, and would give the world
if you had never thrust pang through
their dear old hearts.
God pity the young man who has brought
disgrace on his fathers name God pity
the young man who has broken his moth
er's hearth Better if he had never beer
born-better if in the first hour of his life
instead of being laid against the warm
bosom of maternal tenderness. he had beer
coffined and sepulchered. There is no balm
powerful enough to heal the heart of one
who has brought parents to sorrowful
grave. and who wanders about through the
dismal cemetery rending the hair anc
wringing the hands, and crying: Mother
mother!' Oh, that to-day, by all the mem.
cries of the past and by all the hopes of the
future, You would yield your heart to God
May your fathers God, and your mother'i
God, be your God toreveri