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

are thrown a-beam end Wen, 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 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.
ne would have been pronounced a financial
failure. He had to perform a miracle
dollar did He own. Privation of domes.
tleity; privation OF nutritious food; priya-
ton OF q comfortable couch in which to sleep;
prlvation of all worldly resources. The Kings
OF the earth had chased chalices out Of which
to drink; but Christ had nothing but q plain
cup set before Him, and it was very sharp,
and 1T 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 WINS
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-
Joiced in it, but the charm was gone as soon
as tEs Grape hung or the door bell The one
upon whom you most depended was taken
away from o Ac6f1 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. ''Oh,
III could only have it stil?" 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 he willing
to have the trinkets scattered all over the
floor again, If they were scattered by the
same hands. With what a ruthless plough.
share bereavement rips up the heart. But
Jesus knows oil qbout that. You cannot
tell Him anything new in regard to bereave-
ment He had only a few friends, n when
He lost one it brought tears to His eyes.
Lazarus had often entertained Him
at his home. Now Lazarus
is dead and buried and Christ
breaks down with emotion-the conyulsion
Of grief shuddering through all the ages of
bereavement. Christ knows what it is to 90
through the house missing a familiar inmate.
Christ knows what ii 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!
1hSh huFIb rs Tue SDFHDesb Oh the ueAEQ-
hour. Whatever else VIZ r1uy vsuat:S. that
aeid-sponge will be pressed to our lips. /
sometimes have a curiosity to know how /
will behave when | come to die. Whether |
viii be calm or excited--whether / 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 nave got
into the eternal world without death, and I
do not suppose that God is going to send d
carriage for US will horses of lame to draw
us up the sleeps Of heaven; but | suppose we
viii have to go like the preceding genera
tons. 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 win 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-
erlasting love. But you say; II don't want
to break out from my present associations.
1t is 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 were
only some way Of breaking through the par
tition between worlds without tearing this
body all to shreds. wonder if the surgeons
and the doctors eannot compound a mixture
by which this body and soul can all
the time be kept t~ogsther2 Is there no
escape from this separation" None; alb
solutely none. So l look over this
audience to-day-the vast majority of you
seeming in good health aud s~pirits-and vet
/ realize that in a short time al of us will be
~gone-gone from earth, and goiie for ever.
A great many men tumble through the gates
of the future, as il were; and we do not know
where they have gone, and they only add
gloom and mystery to the passager but Jesus
Christ SO mighty stormed the gates of that
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closely SHUT. Christ knows what it is to leave
his worbS of the beauty Of which he wis
more appreeiative than we ever could be. He
knows the exquisiteness of the ph~osphores-
ence of the sea; he trod it. 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 of the air; they whirled their
way through his discourse. He knows about
the sorrows of leaving this beautiful world.
Not a 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, ane
he gatheres up the strings out of all the
death pillows, and he puts them under his
own neck and head He gatheys on his own
tongue the burning thirsts Of many genera
tons. The sponge IL soaked in the sorrows
OF an those who have died in their beds as
well as soaked in the sorrows ofall those who
persisted in icy or fiery m~artyrdom. While
heaven was pitying, and earth was mocking,
and hell was deriding, He took the vinegar
To oil those in this audience to whom life
has been an aesThity-a dose they eenld not
swallow, a aranght 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
d Saviour's i0ve. @, my friends, do
not try to carry oil your il's alone.
Do not put vour poor shoulders under
the Apennines when the Almighty Christ
is ready to lift up an your burdens.
When you nave a trouble Of any kind, you
rush tAis way, and that way; and you won
der whatlsbis man viii say about It, and
what that man will say about il; and you
try this prescription, and the other pyescrip-
ton. o, why do you not go straight to the
heart of Christ. knowing that for our own
SHINING and suffering race, He took tho vine
garl
There was q vessel that had been tossed
on the seas for 4 great many weeks, and
been disabled, and the supply Of water gave