The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1888-07-13

et-book, or some creditor has failed, and you
are thrown a-beam end. Well, brother, you
are in glorious company. Christ owned not
the house in which BE stopped, or the colt on
which He rode, or the BOAT in which He
sailed. He lived in a borrowed house, He
was buried in a borrowed grave. Exposed TO
all kinds Of weather, yet He had only one
suit Of clothes He breakfasted in the morn
ing, and no one could possibly tell where He
could get anything to eat before night.
he would nave been pronounced a financial
failure. He had to perform a miracle
to get money to pay a tax bill. Not a
dollar did He own. Privation of domes-
ITCHY; piivation of nutritious food; priya-
ton of a comfortable couch in which to sleep;
priyation of all worldly resources. The Kings
Of the earth had chased chalices out ofwhich
to drink; but Christ had nothing but a plain
cup set before Him, and it was very sharp,
and it was very sour. He took the vinegar.
There also is the sourness of bereavement.
There were years that passed along before
your family circle was invaded by death;
but the moment the charmed circle was
broken, everything seemed to dissolve.
Hardly have you put the black apparel in
the wardrobe, before you have again to take
1t out. Great and rapid changes in your
family record. You got the house and re-
joiced in it. but the charm was gone as soon
as the Grape hung on the door bell The one
upon whom you most depended was taken
away from y5l. A cold marble slab lies on
your heart to-day. Once, as the children
romped through the house, you put your
hand over your aching head, and said: t0h,
If could only have it still?' Oh, it is too
still now. You lost your patience when the
tops, and the strings, and the shells were
left amid floor; but Oh, you would be willing
to a the trinkets scattered all over the
floor again, if they were scattered by the
same hands. With what q ruthless plough
share bereavement rips up the heart. But
Jesus knows all about that. You cannot
tell Him anything new in regard to bereave-
ment He had only a few friends, and when
He lost oneit brought tears to His eyes.
Lazarus had often entertained Him
at his home. Nov Lazarus
is dead and buried and Christ
breaks down with em~otion-the ~convulsion
of grief ~shuddering through all the ages of
bereavement. Christ knows what it il to go
through the house missing a familiar inmate.
Christ knows what it is to see an unoccupied
place at the table. We're there not four Of
them-Mary, and Martha, and Christ, and
Lazarus2 Four of them. But where is
Lazarus? Lonely and afflicted Christ, His
great loving eyes filed with tears, which drop
from eye to cheek, and from cheek to beard,
and from beard to robe, and from robe TO
floor. oh, yes, yes. He knows all about the
loneliness and the heartbreak, He took the
vinegar!
Then there is the soreness of the death
hour. Whatever else we may escape, that
acid-sponge will be pressed to our lips. i
sometimes have a curiosity to know how /
viii behave when ! come to die. Whether /
will be calm or ex~cited-whether | viii be
filled with "Reminiscences or with anticipation.
| cannot say. But come TO the point \ must
and you must. In the six thousand years
that have passed, only two persons AVE got
into the eternal world without death, and |
do not suppose that God is going to send a
carriage for us with horses of hame to draw
us up the sleeps Of heaven; but suppose we
win have to GO like the preceding genera
tions. An officer from the future world will
knock at the door of our heart and serve on
us the writ of ejectment, n we will have to
surrender. And we will wake up after
this autumnal, and wintry, and yernal, and
summery glories rave vanished from our Wis
sion-we will wake up into a realm which has
only one season, and that the season of ev-
erlasting love. But you say Idon't want
TO break out from my present associations.
1t is so chilly and so dump to GO down the
stairs o fthat vault. / don't want anything
drawn so tightly over my eyes. Htheie were
only some way Of breaking through the par
tition between worlds without tearing this
body all to shreds. IwondeE if the surgeons
and the doctors cannot compound a mixture
by which this body and soul can all
the time be kept together Is there no
escape from this separation" None; abb
s~olutely none. So | look over this
audience to-day-the vast majority Of you
seeming in good health aud spiTits-and vet
I~realize that in a short time all of US will be
guns-gone from earth, and gone for ever.
a great many men tumble through the gates
of the future, as it were, and we do not know
where they have gone, and they only add
gloom and mystery to the Passenger but Jesus
Christ SO mighty stormed the gates of that
II A. ~ - -. -
closely shut. Christ knows what it is to leaye
his world, ofthe beauty Of which he was
more appreciative than we ever could be. He
knows the exquisiteness of the ~phosphores.
ence Of the sea; he trod 1t. He knows the
glories of the midnight heavens; for they
were the spangled canopy of his wilderness
pillow. He knows about the lilies; he
twisted them into his sermon. He knows
about the fouls ofthe air; they whirled Their
way through his discourse. He knows about
the sorrows of leaving this beautiful world.
Not a taper was kindEed in the darkness. Ia
died physicianiess. He died in cold sweat
and dizziness, and hemorrhage, and agony
that have put in sympathy with all the dy.
ing. He goes through Christendom, and
he gatheres up the strings out Of Ill the
death pillows, and he pitts them under his
own neck and head. He gathers on his OWE
tongue the burning fhlrsts of many genera
tons. The sponge is soaked IN the sorrows
of oil those who have died IN their beds al
well as soaked in the sorrows ofnll those who
persisted IN ICY or fiury martSldom- While
heaven was plying, and earth was mocklng,
and hell was deriding, he took the yinegarl
TO all those in this audience to whom lft
has been AN aearbity-a dose they could not
swallow, a draught that set their teeth on
edge and arasping-I preach the o~mnip0tent
sympathy of Jesus Christ. The sister 81
HerscheI, the astronomer, used to help him
ii his work. He got all the credit; she got
none. She used to spend much of her time
polishing the telescopes through which ht
brought the distant worlds nigh, and it il
NV ambition now this hour, to clear the LEM
of yonr spiritual vision, SO that, looking
through the dark night Of your earthly
troubles you may behold the glorious con.
stellafion Of i S~aviour'e mercy and
a Saviour's love. @, my friends, dc
not fry to carry all your ills alone
Do not put your poor shoulders uhdei
the Apennines when the Almighty Christ
is ready to lift up ell your burdens
When you have a trouble Of any kind, YOU
rush this way, and that ways and you won
der what this man viii say about it. ans
what that man will say about il; and yot
try this prescription, and the other preserlp
tion. 4, why 40 you not go straight 70 tn'
heart Of Christ. knowing that for our Owl
SHINING aud suffering race, He took the vine
garl
There was 6 vessel that had been tossed
on the seas 5Or q great many weeks ans