New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1888-07-18

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pay, or you have lost your pock-
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 He stopped, or the colt on
| which He rode, or the boat in which He
sailed he lived IN a borrowed house, He
/ was buried III q 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 have been pronounced q financial
failure de had to perform a miracle
| to get money to pay a tax bill. Not a
dollar did He own. Privation of domes-
1 ITCHY; priFation of nutritious food; priYa-
| ton OF a comfortable couch in which to sleep;
| privation of allwordly resources. The Kings
| Of the earth had chased chalices out of which
| 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 We're 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
! it out Great and rapid changes in your
family record. You got the house and re-
1 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 you. Acold marble slab lies on
/ romped through the house, you put your
hand over your aching head, and said: 'sOh,
| ii 1 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 have the trinkets scattered all over the
/ floor again, if they were scattered by the
! what aY1o,
| 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 one it brought tears to His eyes.
Lazarus had often entertained Him
is dead and buried and Christ
breaks down with emotion-the CONFUSION
| OF grief shuddering through all the ages of
bereavement. Christ knows what it is 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
Lazarus? 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
! acld-sponge will be pressed to our lips.
sometimes have curiosity to know how I
Will behave when come to die. Whether
Will be calm or excited-Whether I will 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 have got
/ into the eternal world without death, and
| do not suppose that God is going to send q
carriage for us with horses Of flame to draw
us up the sleeps of heaven; but suppose we
] will have to go like the preceding genera
lions. An officer from the future world will
knock at the door of our heart and serve on
us the writ OF ejectment, and we will have to
surrender. And we will wake up after
this autumnal, and wintry and vernal, and
summary glories have vanished from our Wis
sion-we will wake up into a realm which has
| only one season, and that the season of ev-
erlastlng love But you say: II dom want
/ to break out from my present associations
| It's SO chilly and SO damp to go down the
| stairs of that vault. don't want ANYTHING
drawn SO tightly over my eyes. If there We're
only some way ofbreaking through the par
| tition between. worlds without tearing this
| body all to shreds yYonderif the surgeons
and the doctors cannot compound mixture
by which this body and soul can all
the time be kept together? Is there no
escape from this separation2' None; alb
solutely none So I look over this
audience to-day-the vast majority Of you.
seeming in good health and spirits-and yet
realize that in short time all ofu will be
gone-gone from earth, and gone for ever
great many men tumble through the gates
| OF the future, as it We're, 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
| future world that they have never since been
| closely shut. Christ knows what it is to leave
| his world, Of the 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 it. He knows the
glories OF the midnight heavens; for they
| We're the spangled canopy of his wilderness
| pillow. He knows about the lilies; he
| twisted them into his sermon. He knows
| about the fouls of the air; they whirled their
way through his discourse. He knows about
| the sorrows of leaving this beautiful world.
| Not taper was kindled in the darkness He
died physicianless. 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 all the
death pillows, and he puts them under his
own neck and head. He gathers on his own
| tongue the burning thirsts of many genera
tons. The sponge is soaked in the sorrows
| VI all UnOSe VINO nave died IN their beds as
| well as soaked in the SORROWS ofall those who
persisted in icy or fiery martyrdom While
heaven was pitying, and earth was knocking,
and hell was deriding, He took the vinegar!
To all those in this audience to whom life
has been an acerbity-a dose they could not
swallow, draught that set their teeth on
edge and a-rasping-I preach the omnipotent
sympathy of Jesus Christ. The sister of
Herschel, the astronomer, used to help him
in his work. He got all the credit; she got
none. She used to spend much of her time
polishing the telescopes through which he
brought the distant worlds nigh, and it is
my ambition now this hour to clear the lens
of your spiritual vision, so that, looking
through the dark night of your earthly
troubles you may behold the glorious con-
stellation of a Saviour's mercy and
a Saviour's love. o, my friends, do
not try to carry all your ills alone.
Do not put your poor shonlders under
the Apennines when the Almighty Christ
is ready to lift up all your burdens.
When you have a trouble of any kind you
rush this way, and that way; and you won
der what this man will say about it, and
what that man viii say about it; and you
try this prescription, and the other prescrip-
ton. Q, Why do you not go straight to the