New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1888-12-19

going perpetually, and in the rest Of nv dis
course will show You what the wagons bring
and what they take back.
In the first place, like those that came
from the Egyptian palace, the Kings
wagons now bring us corn and meat, and
many changes of raiment. We are apt to
think of the fields and the orchards as feed
ing us; but who makes the fax grow for the
linen, and the wheat for the bread, and the
wool on the Sleeps back? oh, I wish that
we could see through every grain field, by.
every sheep-fold, under the trees of every
orchards; the Kings wagons They drive up
three times day-mo rning, noon and night
They bring fnrs from the artic, they bring
fruits from the tropic, they bring bread from
the temperate zone The King looks out,
and he says: There are twelve hundred
millions of people to be fed and clothed So
many pounds of meat, SO many barrels of
flour, SO many yards of cloth and linen and
flannel, SO many hats, so many socks, SO
many shoes; enough for all save that we who
are greedy get more shoes than belong to us,
and others go barefooted. None but a God
could feed and clothe the world. None but a
kings corn crib could appease the worlds
famine. None but a king could tell how
many wagons to send, and how heavily to
load them, and when they are to start. They
are coming over the frozen ground today.
Do you not hear their rumbling? They Will
stop at noon at your table. Oh, if for a
little while they should cease, hunger would
come into the nations, as to Utica when
Hamllcar besieged it, and as in Jerusalem
when Vespasian surrounded it, and the ma
lions would be hollow eyed, and fall upon
each other in universal eannibalism, and
skeleton would drop upon skeleton; and
there would be no one to bury the dead,
flock after flock, without any carcasses to
deyouF; and theearth in silence would wheel
around, one great black hearse. All life
stopped because the Kings wagons are
stopped. Oh, thank God for bread-for
bread!
remark again, that like those that came
from the Egyptians palace, the Kings wag-
ons bring us good news; Jacob had not
heard from his boy for good many years.
He never thought of him but with a heart
ache. There was in Jacobs heart a room
where lay the corpse of his unburied Joseph;
and when the agons came, the Kings wag-
.ons, and told him that j Joseph was yet alive,
he falnts dead away. Good news for Jacob!
Good news for us! The Kings wagons come
down and tell us that our Joseph Jesus is
yet alive: that he has forgiven US because we
threw him into a pit of suffering and the
dungeon of shame He has risen from
thence to stand in a palace. The Bethlehem
shepherds were awakened at midnight by the
rattling of the wagons that brought the
tidings. Our Joseph-Jesus sends as a mes
sage ofpardon, of life, of heaven corn for
our hunger, raiment for our nakedness
Joseph,J Jesus is yet alive!
| go to huntup Jesus. Igo to the village of
Bethany and say: where does Mary live?"
see where she sat in the sitting-room. / go
out where Martha worked III the Kitchen but
find no Jesus go into Pilates court
room, and l find the judges and the police
and the prisoners box, but no Jesus. [ go
into the Arimathean cemetery, but the door
is gone, and the shroud is gone, and ] esus is
gone. By faith look up to the Kings pal
ace; and behold have found him! Joseph
Jesus is still alive! Glorious religion, a rei-
gion, a religion made out of deaths heads,
and cross-bones, and undertaker's screw
driver, but one bounding with life, and SYM
pathy, and gladness. Joseph is yet alive!
know that my Remembe lives.
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, He lives, who once was dead,
He lives, my everything Head.
He lives to grant me daily breath,
He lives, and | shall conquer death.
He lives my mansions to prepare,
He lives to bring me safely there.
He lives, all glory to his name:
He lives, my Jesus, still the same,
Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives,
know that my Redeemer lives.
The Kings wagons will after a while I'M
load, and they will turn around, and they
will go back to the palace, and l really think
that you and | will go with them. The King
will not leave us in this famine-struck world.
The King has ordered that we be lifted into
the wagons, and that we go oyerinto Goshen
where there shall be pasturage for our largest
focks ofjoy, and then we will drive up to the
palace, where there are glories awaiting us
which will melt all the snow of Egyptian
marble into forgefulness.
[ think that the kings wagons will take us
up to see our lost friends. Jacobs chief an
ing the long colonnades of architectural
beauty, nor of seeing the throne-room. There
was a focus to all his journeyings, to all his
anticipations; and that was Joseph. Well,
my friends, / don't think heaven would be
worth much if our brother, Jesus, was not
there If there were two heavens, the one
with all the pomp and paraphernalia of an
eternal monarchy, but Christ and the
other were q plain heaven. humbly matched
were there, would say: "Let the Kings
wagons take me up to the old farm house."
Ii Jesus were not in Heaven, there would
be no music there; there would be but few
people there; they would be off looking for
the lost Christ, crying through the universe:
Nv mere is JeSuS!E5 where IS aJeSuS!' and after
they had found him, with loving violence
they would take him and bear him through
the gates; and it would be the greatest day
known in Heaven within the memory OF the
oldest inhabitant. Jesus never went off from
Heaven but once, and he was SO badly
treated on that excursion they will never let
him go again.
OH the JOY of meeting our brother, Joseph
Jesus! After we have talked about him for
10, or so, or 70 years. to talk with him, and
to clasp hands with the hero of the ages; not
crouching as underlings in his presence, but
as Jacob and Joseph hug each other. We
will want some new term by which to address
him. On earth we call him Saviour, or Re
deemer, or friend but when we throw our
arms around him in everlasting embrace we
will want some new name of endearment. [
can think of what we shall do through the
long ages of eternity; but what we shall
do the first minute I can not guess.
In the first fash of his countenance,
in the first rush of our emotions,
what we shall do cannot imagine. Oh the
overwhelming glory of the first 60 seconds in
Heaven! Methinks we will just stand, and
look and look and look.
\ The Kings wagons took Jacobup to see his
lost boy, and so really think that the
Kings wagons will take us up to see our lost
kindred. How long is it since Joseph went
out of your household? How many years is
it now last Christmas or the 18th of next;