Daily Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1882-1893, 1888-07-08

pared to him. When we want our
friends, they are sometimes out Of town.
Christ is always in town. We find that
some will stick to us in prosperity who
will not in adversity. But Christ comes
through darkest night, and amid ghast-
llest sorrow, and across toughest sea, to
comfort you. There are men and wo-
men here who would have been dead
twenty years ago but for Jesus. They
have gone through trial enough to ex-
haust ten times their physical strength.
Their property went, their health went.
their families were scattered. God only
!nows what they suffered. They are an
TO themselves that they have
been able to stand it. They look at their
once happy home, surrounded by all
comfort. Gone! They think Of the
time when they used to rise strong in
the morning, and walk vigorously down
the street, and had experienced a health
they thought inexhausible. Gonel
Everything gone but Jesus. He has
pitied them. His eve has watched them.
His omnipotence has defended them.
Yes. He has been with them. They
have gone through disaster, and he was
a pillar Of fire by night. They have
gone across stormy Galilee. but Christ
had his foot on the neck Of he storm.
They felt the waves Of trouble coming
up around them gradually, and they
began to climb into the stroa,, rock of
Gods defense, and then they sang, as
they looked over the waters: God is
our refuge and strength, an ever present
help in time of trouble; therefore we will
not fear though the earth be removed,
though the mountains be carried into the
midst of the sea, though the waters
thereof roar and be troubled, though the
mountains shake with the swelling there
Of. Selah." The other day there was a
sailor came into the Bethel in New York
and said: my lads (he was standing
among Sailors, l don't know what's
the matter with me. l used to hear a
good deal about religion and about Jesus
Christ. / don't know that | have any
religion, or that / know anything much
about Christ; but when was in mid-At-
lantic ! looked up one day through the
rigging, and there seemed to come light
through my soul. Ihave felt different ever
since, and love those that / once hated,
and l feel a joy can't tell you. really
don't know what's the matter Of me-"
A rough sailor got up and said: my
lad, know what's the matter Of you.
You have found Jesus. 1t is enough to
make any man happy"
His worth il all the nations knew,
Sure the whole earth would love him too.
Iremark again: Christ is precious to
the believer as final deliverer. You
and must after a while get out Of this
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 majority of this audience in eternity.
The next ten years will thin out a great
many Of these family circles. This day
may do the wuTi for some Of us. Now,
why do | say tlis? To scare you? No;
but just as | would stand in your Office.
If | were business man and you were a
business man, and talk over risks You
do not consider it cowardly to talk in
your store over temporal risks. Is IL
base in us this morning TO talk
little while over the risks Of the soul,
that are for eternityl In every
congregation death has the last year been
doing a great deal of work. Where is
your father? Where is your mother?
Your child? Your brother! Your sister?
o. how cruel does death seem TO bel
Will he pluck every flower? Will he
poison every fountain! VIII he put black
on every door knob? Will he snap every
heartstring' Can / keep nothing? Are
there no charmed weapons with which to
60 out and contend against him? Give
me some keen sword. sharpened in Gods
armory, with which may stab him
through. Give me some battle AK that /
may clutch il and hew him from helmet
to sandal. Thank God, thank God, that
he that rideth on the pale horse hath
more than a match in him who rideth on
the white horse. st. John heard the con-
test, the paving Of the stceds. the rush,
the battle cry, the onset. until the pale
horse came down on his launches and
his rider lit the dust, while Christ, the
conqueror, with uplifted voice declared
it: &C death, | will be thy plague; O
grave, | viii be thy destruction. y
The sepulcher 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 the white
surf of celestial seas, andthe long breath
ing of the dying Christian, that You call
his gisping, is only the long inhalation OF
the air Of heaven. O, bless God for wha,
Christ is 10 the Christian soul, here and
hereafter
l heard man say some time ago tha,
they never laugh in heaven. i do mo-
know where he got his authority fol
that. l think they do laugh in heaven.
/ When victors come home do we no,
laugh? When fortunes are won In 4
day, do we not laugh7 After we have
been ten or fifteen years away from ouI
friends, and we greet them again, do We
not laugh! Yes, we will laugh in
heaven. Not hollow laughter, no,
meaningless laughter, but a full, round
clear, deep, resonant outbreak Of eterna
gladness. Oh, the glee of that momen
when we first see Jesusl think we vii
take the first two or three years IN
heaven 10 look at Jesus; and II, in Ter
thousand years, there should be mo
ment when the doxology paused. ter
l thousand souls would cry ont, .Sinol