The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-12-10

the old man seat. Unload the wagons:
drlve out the cattle toward the pastures of
Goshen. Let the slaves in scarlet kneel
and wash the feet of the newly-arrived.
wiping them on tie finest linen of the
palace. From vases of perfume let the
newly-arrived be sprinkled and refreshed;
let Ministries come in with sandals of crm-
son, and thrum the harps, and clap the
cymbals, aud jingle the tambourines. while
we sit down, at this great distance of time
and space, and learn the lesson of the kings
wagons.
My friends, we are in a world by sin
famine-struck; but the king is in constant
communication with us, his wagons COM
ing and going perpetually; and in the rest
of my discourse / 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 feeding us;
but who makes the flax grow for the linen,
and the wheat for the bread, and the wool
on the sleeps back? Oh, l wish we could
see through every grain field, by every
sneep-fold, under the trees of every orchard
the kings wagons. They drive up three
times day-morning, noon and night.
They bring furs from the arctic, they bring
fruits from the tropic, they bring bread
from the temperate zone. The king looks
out, and he says: "There are twelve hun
dred millions of people to be fed and
clotned. 80 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 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 rumbling? 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 Jeru-
salem when Nespasian surrounded it, and
the nations would be hollow-eyed, and
fall upon each other in universal cannibal-
ism; and skeleton would drop upon skeleton,
and there would be no one to bury the dead;
and the earth would be a field Of bleached
skeletons; and the birds of prey would fall
dead, flock after flock, without any car
cases 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
remark again that like those that came
from the Egyptian palace, the kings
wagons bring us good news. Jacob had not
heard from his boy for great 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 UNMARRIED
Joseph; and wnen the wagons came, the
kings wagons, and told him that Joseph
was yet alive, he tainted dead away. Good
news for jacob Good news for u.s. 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 rison from thence to stand in a
palace The Bethlehem shepherds were
awakened at midnight by the rafting of
the wagons that brought the tidings- Our
Joseph-Jesus sends us a message of pardon,
of life, of heaven; corn for our hunger raj
ment for our nakedness. Joseph-Jesus is
yet alivel
l go to hunt up Jesus. l go to the village
of Bethany, and say: "Where does Mary
liveg They say: "Y onder Mary lives" |
go in. / see where she sat in the sitting
room. l go out where Martha worked in
the kitchen. but l find no Jesus. go into
Pilates court room, and | find the judges
and the police and the prisoners box, but
no Jesus | go into the Arimathean cemetery;
but the door is gone, AMI the shroud is gone,
and Jesus is gone. By faith look up to
the kings palace; and behold have found
him. Joseph-Jesus is still alive Glorious
religion, religion made not out of deaths
heads, and cross bones, and undertaker's
screw-driver, but one bounding with life,
and sympathy, and gladness. Joseph is
yet alive!
l know that my Redeemer lives
WHAT comfort this sweet sentence givesl
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.
lie 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 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 over into Goshen where there shall be
pasturage for our largest flock of joy, and
then we will drive to the palace, where
there are glories awaiting us which will
melt all the snow of Egyptian marble into
forgetfulness.
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 archi tectural
beauty, nor of seeing the throne-room.
There was focus to all his journeyings,
to all his anticipations; and that was
Joseph. Well, 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 ell the pomp and
paraphernalia of an eternal monarchy, but
no Christ, and the other were a plain
heaven, humbly matched, with a few
daisies in the yard, and Christ were there
would say: ''Let the Kings wagons take
me up to the old farmhouse
If 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:
"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 he 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 injecting our brother,
Joseph-Jesus! After we have talked about
him for ten, or fifty, or seventy years, to
talk with him, and to clasp hands with the
hero of the ages; not crouching as under
lings in his presence, but as Jacob and
Joseph, hug each other. We viii want
some new term by which to address HIM.
On earth we call him Saviour, or Redeemer