The Russellville Democrat., 1888-12-20

ing, noon and night. They bring furs from the Arctic, they bring fruits from the tropic, they bring bread from the tem- perate 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 four, so many yards of cloth and linen and han- mel, so many hats, so hany socks, so many shoes;r enough IT all, save that we who are greed, get more shoes than belong to go i'd others go barefooted. None out God could feed and cloth the world. None but a Kings corn-crib could ap- pease the worlds famine. None but Q 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 to-day. Do you not hear their rumblingl They will stop at noon at your table. Oh, if for little while they, should cease, hunger would come into the nations, as to Utica when Hamilcar besieged it, and as in Jerusalem when Vespasian surrounded it; and the nations would be hollow-eyed, and fall upon each other in universal cannibalism: and skeleton would drop upon skeleton; and there would be no one to bury the dead; and the earth would be field of bleached skeletons; and the birds of prey would fall dead, flock after flock, without any carcasses to devour; and the earth 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
 l remark again, that, like those that came from the Egyptian palace, the Kings wagons bring us good news. Jacob has not heard from his boy for a great many years. He never thought of him but with a heartache. There was in Jacobs heart a room where lay the corpse of his unburied Joseph; and when the wagons came, the Kings wagons, and told him that Joseph was yet alive, he faints 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 the pit of suffering and the dungeon of shame. He has risen from thence to stand in a palace. The Bethle hem shepherds were awakened at mid night by the rattling of the wagons that brought the tidings. Our Joseph-Jesus sends us a message of pardon, of life, of corn for our hunger, raiment for our nakedness. Jesus-J Joseph is yet alive.
 l go to hunt up Jesus. I go to the village of Bethany, and say "Where does Mary live?" They say: "Yonder Mary lives" l go in. I see where she sat in the sitting room. go out where Martha worked in the kitchen, but find no Jesus. I go into Pilates courtroom and find the judges and the police and the prisoners box, but no Jesus. go into the Arimathean Cem- etery, but the door is gone, and the shroud is gone, and Jesus is gone. By faith look up to the Kings palace; and behold I have found Him. Joseph-Jesus is still alive! Glorious religion, a religion made not out of deaths head and cross bones, and undertaker's screw driver, but one bounding with life, and sympathy. and gladness. Joseph is yet alive!
 know that my Redeemer lives.
 What comfort this sweet sentence gives
 He lives, He lives, who once was dead.
 He lives, my ever.liying head
 He lives to grant me daily breath,
 He lives, and shall conquer death.
 He lives my mansion 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 awhile un- load, and they will turn around and they will go back to the palace, and really think that you and 1 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 over into Goshen, where there shall be pasturage for our largest flock of joy, and then we will drive up to the palace, where there are glories awaiting us that will melt all the snow of Egyptian marble into for getfulness.
 I think that the Kings wagons will take us up to see our lost friends. Jacobs chief anticipation was not seeing the Nile, nor of seeing the long colonnades of beauty, nor of seeing the throne room. There was a focus to all his journeyings, to all his anticipa- tions, and that was Joseph. We'll, my friends, do not 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 paPaphernalia of an eternal monarchy, but no Christ, and the other were a plain Heaven, humbly matched, with a few daises in the yard, and Christ was there l would say: Let the Kings wagons take me up to the old larm house."
 If Jesus were not in Heaven there would be no music there; there would be but few people there: they would be off look ng for the lost Christ, crying through the universe: "Where is Jesus? Where is Jesus." 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 nhabitant. Jesus never went off from Heaven but once, and He was so badly reated on that excursion they will never let Him go again.
 Oh, the joy of meeting our brother, Jo- seph-Jesus After we have talked about Him for ten, or fifty, or seventy years, to-, ak with Him, and to clasp hands with the hero of the ages; not crouching as in His presence, but as Jacob md Joseph, hug each other. We will want some new term by which to address Him. On earth we call Him Saviour, )r Redeemer, or Friend; but when we throw our arms around Him in everlast- ng embrace, we will want some new name )f endearment l can think of what we shall do through the long ages of eternity; put what we shall do the first minute can lot guess. In the first flash of His in the first rush of our emo- ions, what we shall do l can not imagine. )h, the overwhelming glory of the first sixty seconds in Heaven! Methinks we will juUt stand and look, and look, and ook.
 The Kings wagons took Jacob up to see lis lost boy, and so I really think that the Kings wagons will take us up to see our ost kindred. How long is it since Joseph vent out of your housholdS How many years is it now, last Christmas, or the 14th )f next monthY It was dark night when le died, and stormy day it was at the burial; and the clouds wept with you and he winds sighed for the dead. The bell 1t Greenwood's gate rang only few mo-