Daily Yellowstone journal., 1888-12-23
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sive, is bright and beautiful, fairer
than q dove, its wings covered with
silverand its feathers with yellow gold.
See, in the first place, what religion
will do for q mans heart. | care not
how cheerful a man may naturally be
before conversion, conversion brings
him up 10 a higher standard of cheer
fulneSs. do not say he will laugh
any loue n. l do not say but he may
stand baclfrom some forms of hilarity
in which no once indnlgal. hut there
comes into his soul an immense salts
faction. A young man, not a Chris
tian, depends upon worldly successes
to keep his spirits up. Now he is
~prospered, now he has large salary,
now he has a beautiful wardrobe,
now he has pleasant friends, now
he has more money than he knows
how TO spend; everything goes bright
and well with him. But trouble comes
there are many young men in the
house this morning who can testify
out OF their W experience that some,
times to young men trouble does come
his friends are gone, his salary is
gone, his health is gone; goes down,
down. He becomes sour, cross, queer,
misanthropic, blames the world,
blames society, blames the church,
blames everything, PUSHES perhaps to
the intoxicating cup TO drown his
trouble, but instead Of drowning his
trouble browns his body and browns
his soul.
THE PART OF A CHRISTIAN.
But here is a Christian young man.
Trouble comes to him. Does he give
upl No. He throws himself back on
the resources of heaven. He says:
God is my father. Out Of all these
disasters | shall pluck advantage for
my soul. All the promises are mine.
Christ is mine, Christian companion.
ship is mine, heaven is mine. What
though my apparel be worn outl
Christ gives me a robe Of righteous.
ness. What though my money be
gonei | have a title deed to the
whole universe in the promise, All
r yours What though my worldly
friends fall aYay2 Miristering angels
are my bodyghard. What though my
fare be poor and my bread be scantl
i sit at the Kings banquet"
Oh, what a poor, shallow stream is
worldly enjoyment compared with
the deep, broad, OVERLOOKING river Of
Gods peace, rolling midway in the
Christian heart Sometimes you have
zone out oil the iron bound beach of
the sea when there has been a storm
on the ocean, and you have seen the
waves dash into white foam at your
feet. They did not do you any harm.
While there, you thought Of the chap
ter written by the psalmist and per
haps you recited it to yourself while
the storm was making commentary
upon tho passage: God is our refuge
and strength, a very present help in
time Of trouble. Therefore will I not
fear though the earth be removed, and
though the mountains be carried into
the midst Of the sea; though the waters
thereof roa and be troubled, though
the mountains shake with the swelling
thereof. Selahl" Oh, how indepen.
dent the religion OF Christ makes q
man of worldly success and worldly
circumstances Nelson, the night be-
fore his last battle, said: Tomorrow
/ shall win either a peerage or a grave
IN Westminster Abbey" And il does
not make much difference to the
Christian whether he rises or falls in
worldly matters; he has everlasting
renown any way. Other plumage may
be torn in the blast. but that soul
adorned with Christian grace is fairer
than the dove, its wings covered with
silver, and its feathers with yellow
gold.
You and | have found out that peo.
pie who pretend 10 be happy are not
always happy. Look at that young
man c%aricaturing the Christian re-
figion, scotling at everything good,
going into FOSTERING drunkenness,
dashing the champagne bottle to the
hoor, rolling the glasses from the bar.
room counter laughing, shouting,
stamping the floor, shrieking. Is he
happy viii go 10 his midnight pill
low. will see him turn tie Gas off.
i will ask myself if thepillow on which
he sleeps Is as soft as the pillow on
which that pure young man sleeps.
All, MOI When he opens his eyes in
the morning, will the world be as
bright 10 him as 10 that young man
who retired at night saying his prayers,
invoking Gods blessing upon his own
soul and the souls Of his comrades, and
father and mother and brother and
sister far awayi No, no. His laughter
will ring out from the saloon so that
you hear it as you pass by, but it is
hollow laughter; in ii is the swapping
Of heart strings and the rattle OF
gates. Happy that young
man happyl Let him gil high the
bowl; he cannot drown an upbraiding
conscience. Let the balls roll through
the bowling alley; the deep rumble
and the sharp crack cannot overpower
the voices Of condemnation. Let him
whirl in the dance Of sin and tempta-
ton and death. All the brilliancy Of
the scene cannot make him forget tho
last look of his mother, as he left
home, when she said TO himi Now,
my son, you will do right; ! am sure
you will do right; you will, won't
your That young man happyi Why,
across every night there hits shadows
OF eternal darkness; there are adders
up in every cup; there are vul.