The southern sentinel., 1886-01-22

thy fest, the wounds Of thy hand, the
wounds of thy side, and by thine own
wounds ask thee to pity mine" Try no
longer to carry that burden. Oh, abused
soul, go and tell Jesus!
Again commend the behavior OF these
disciples to the bereaved. As stand here
Sabbath by Sabbath, and ! look of upon
this audience, how many signals OF mourn
ing do behold! God has his own way of
breaking up the family. The emigration
| from this world to the next is SO vast an
enterprise that God only can conduct It.
That emigration from earth to eter-
| nity keeps three-fourths Of the fam
| lilies of the world in desolation. The child
that lay near the mothers heart is taken
| to lie in the cold and in the darkness. The
laughter freezes to the girls lip and the
rose scatters. The boy comes in from
the harvest fields of Shunam saying:
'sMy head, my head" and dies ON
the lap of his mother. Widowhood stands
with tragedy of woe struck into the paiior
of the cheek, and orphanage cries In vain
for father and for mother.
Sometimes when we have sorrow our
friends comes in, and they try to sympa-
thize with us to a certain extent, but they
can not understand it altogether. But,
blessed be God! Christ knows. He has
been all through the trouble and all
round about it. He has counted the
tears, and counted the groans; and
before the tears started and before
the groans began he saw the
hiding-place of the sorrow. Bone OF
our bone! Flesh of our flesh! Heart OF
our heart! Sorrow of our sorrow! As
long as he remembers Lazarus tomb he
will stand beside us in the cemetery. AS
long as he remembers his own heart-breaks
he win 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 exhausted 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 US. We write
letter, saying, "Come right away" or we
telegraph to them, saying, "Take the next
train; come immediately" but 1t may
take hours, it may take days, before
thew can reach us in our trouble.
But l have to tell you this morning
of one who II 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 the handkerchief with
which you wipe away the tears. Ipreach
him-an ever-present Jesus. Sometimes,
when we have trouble, our friends come,
and they do all they can for us; but they
can not relieve all the trouble, they can not
disentangle our finances, they can not cure
our sick, they can not raise our dead.
Blessed be God. 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 q resounding heaven,
win raise our dead. 0, l preach
him, an almighty Christ. The Hast
sword win leap from the scabbard OF
omnipotence and the last resource of In
finite God be exhausted before God win al
low one Of his children to cry for comfort
and not get il. heard Of child who
went to sea with her father, . sea captain,
and when the first storm came, in the mid
night, the little child awakened and rushed
0ds mfrunx fright, and crieas V4ers's
fatheri Where's fathersn Then thsy told
her the father was ON deck, and that he
was guiding the ship and he was watch
ing the storm, and she said: "Wen, IL
fathers ON deck, then III go to sleep." So
she went to sleep.
Oil We who are tossed in the storms Of
this life, want to tell you the Lord ID
guiding the ship; your Father Is on deck,
and he win bring you through into
the harbor. OIL ye whose cheeks
are wet with the night dew Of
the grave, ye whose hearts are tried with
. sirocco, in the name of . religion which
can wipe every tear, and lift every burden,
and deliver every captive and inumine
every darkness, implore you, go and tell
Jesus. II you win not, II you try and carry
your sins and burden yourself, tell you,
my brother, plainly, your life win Be :
failure, your death win be . disaster, and
sternity calamity; but If you viii go to
Christ with al your sins and all your sor.
rows to-day, your foot win strike the up
ward path, and the shining messengers
who tell above what IL done here win make
the arches Of God resound with the tidings
that you have gone to tell Jesus.
Wen, look over this audience and I
wonder whether you win carry your own
burdens; whether you are going to be %
foolhardy a. to take the consequences Of
your own sin when there 10 : balm, .
balsam, for all wounds and pardon for all
| transgressions. Soon you win be gone,
and gone forever. You remember how
Yarras felt wban ha 1ooked ak his army-