The Forrest City times., 1888-07-07

Then. when yoar sos sest od, nsasap9 yvu heart did they not cone ssd pat tes o0sy tu the very best shsPA, spd pScpSssv tAs gssGs of the prodirsil wefs tbSy e "a hnD, when the hlr,a snge! nippsd 10 Ap me f.my i sS' sisi' sss Sa Sn. iss Ssy. ''Ssns so ssa you that Christ is the best family friend o, blessed is that cradle ovcY which Jesus beuds Blessed Is that nuperv where Jesus walks. Blessed is that sick brow from which Jesus wipes the dsmpness. Blessed Is that table where Jesus breaks the bread. Blessed is that grave where Jesus stands with His sacred feet on the upturncd sod, saying { T arn the tesurteetiou ard the life; he thss believeth in Me, though hs were dead, yet shall be live" Have you babe IE the h1ussi ' put 1t into the arms of the great thbd. lover, Is there . sick one In the housef think Of Him who said; "Damsei, arisAn Arc you afraid you will come 10 waatt think ol him who fed the five thousand. Is there . little one ln your house that you are afrsid will be blind, or deal, or iamei think of Hun who touched ibe blinded eye and snstchcd back the boy from epleptic convulsion oh. He is thebest friend. Look over your family friends to-day and find another that can be com pared to Him. When we want our friends, they are somstimes out of town. Christ ts always in town. We find that some VIII stick to us in prosperity who will not in diversity. But Christ comes through darkest night and amid ghssliest sorrow, and across roughcst sea, to comfort you. There arc men ana women here who would have been dead twenty years ago but for Jesus. They have times their physical strength Their proper ty went their health went. their families were scattered. God only knows what they sui fered. They are an amazement to themselves that they have been able to stand it They iSV1 by ali II comfort sn1 eone They think of tho time when they used to rise strong in. tho morning. and walk vigorously down the street. and experienced . health they thought ipe.h sussi. He has pitled them. His eyes has watched them. His omnipotencc has defended them. fea He has been with them. They have gone through disaster, and He was pillar oa fire by night They have gone across stormy Calico. but Christ had His foot on tho neck of tho storm. They felt the waves Of trouble coming up around them gradually, and they began 10 climb Into the strong rock of God : defense, and then they sang. as they looked over the waters. "God Is our refuge and strength and ever present help In time Of trouble, therefore we will not fear though the earth be removed, though tue mountains be carried Into the midst of the sea, though the waters thereof roar and be tfoupied, thottgh the uiofntains shake with the swell ing thereof seEh." The other day there was a sailor who came into the Bethel in New York, and said: .'My lads (he vas the matter with mo. l used to hear good deal about religion and about Jesus Christ. don't know that I have any religion. or that krow anything much about Christ' but when was 10 nid-Atlantic looked up seemed seer T to come light through my soul. } have felt ditfcrept ever since. and l iovs those that 1 once hated, and l feel joy can't tell you. I really don't know what is the matter of mel A rough sailor got up and said My lad, I know whats the matter of you. You have found Jesus. It IS enough to make any man happy"
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 remark again: Christ is frccipus to the believer, as a final dellverer. lou and J world. Here and there, one perhaps may come on to eighty. to ninety years of age, but your common sense tells you that the next twenty-five years will land the ma, jorlty of ths audience in eternity. The next ten years will thin out great many of these family circles. This day may do the work Tor some of us Now why do l say thisf To scare youf No; but just as l would stand In your oflice if l were business man and you were a business man, and talk over risks. You do not consider it cowardly to talk in vour store user temporal risks. Is 1t base In us this morning 10 talk little while over tho fisks of the soul. that are for eternltyf In every eongregaton death has the last year been doing great deal of work. Where is your fathers Where Is your rfiotbeff Your ehiid' Your brotherf Your sister, ., how cruel does death seem to bel Win he pluck every fowerl Will he poison every fountain ! Will he put black on every door kfubi VII he snap every heart-stringi Can keep nctii- ingl Are there no charmed weapons with which to go out and contend against him [ at.. .r..k.. lRt -tgtf a armory, with which may stab him through Give me some battle-sxe that may clutch fk and hew him from helmet to sandal. Thank God, thank God, that he that rideth on the pale horse hath more than match In film who rideth on the white horse. St John heard the contest the paving of the steeds. the rush, the battle-cry, the onset, until the pale horse came down on his launches, and his rider bit the dust while Christ the con aueror with uplifted voice declared 1t: v death, will be thy pleaguei 0 grave, Will be thy destruction.o
 The sepulchre Is a lighted castle on the shore of heavenly seas, and sentinel angels walk up and down at the door to guard it. The dust and the dampness of the grave are only the spray of tbe white surf of celestial seas, and the long breathing of the dying Christian, that you call his gasping, in only the long inhalation of the air of heaven O, bless God for what Christ Is to the Christian soul, here and here aftefi
 There may be some here who have como hardly knowing why they come. Perhaps II was as in Paurs time--you have come to hear what this babbIer ssyeth; but am glad to meet you face to face, and to strike hands with you in one earnest taik about your deathless spirit. Do you know: my friend, that this world is not good enough for youi It cheats. fades Il dies You are immortal. l see 1t In the deathless spirit looking out from your eye; 1t is a mighty spirit It Is an immortal spirit It beats against the window of the cage. l come out to feed it. During the past week the world has been trying to feed 1t with huska. l come out this morning te feed 1t with that bread Of which If man eat he will never hunger What has the world done for youl Has 1t not bruised youT Has it not betrayed youi Has it not maltreated youl Look me fin the eye, immoral man, and tell me if that is not SO. And yet, will you trust itl O, 1 wish that you could forget me, the weak and sinful man-that l might vanish from your sight this morning, and that Jesus might come in. Aye, He comet here this morning 10 plead for your soui- come in all covered with the wounds of Cal, vary. He says; 70, immortal mani died for thee. 1 pity thee. 1 come to save thee With these hands, all torn and crushed | will lift thee up into pleasures that nevel die" Who will reject--who will drive Hiu backl When Christ was slain on the cross they Hdu d CfOHHs uHd tutf hdd bhhst nhN they had hammers. You cruelty by youi sins, 0, impenitent soul the Lord Jesui Christ. Here is a cross; but where are ths naIlsl Where are the hammersi An" say some one rejecting Christ-some one stand ing a long way of: ''I will furnish th' nails. l don't believe jn that Jesus. VII furnish the naIls.n Now we have the nails who will furnish the hammersi "Ah.n say some hard heart II will furnish the ham mers.n Now we have the nails and the ham mers. We have no spears; who will furnish tn spearsi "Ah,n says some one long in the habi of sin and rejection of Christ's mercyi '' viii furnish then.n Now we have all the in struments: the cross the nails, the hammers the spears; and the crucifxion goes on. O the darknessl 0. the pangl O, the tears 0, the deathl Behold the Lamb of God at takest away the sin of the world
 Lord Jesus, help that man. He sits ia back today. He does not like to come for ward. lie feels strange in a religious assem blaze. He thinks perhaps we do not wan him 0, Jesus take that trembling hand Put thine ear to that agtated heart and hea how 1t beats 0, llft the iron gate of tha prison house and let that man go free
 Lord Jesus, help that woman She is wanderer. No tears can she weep. See Lord Jesus that polluted soul, that blistere foot. No church for her. No good cheer fo her. No hope for her. Lord Jesus, go 10 tha soul Thou wilt not stone her. Let the Ted hot chain, that burns to the bone till tn | H-I Il. l. fa. haas .Af