Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-12-16

from life, falling away from peace and
heaven, falling as certainly as that cane Is
falling through my hand-falling certainly,
though perhaps falling slowlyl" And the
cane kept on falling through John Living
ston's hand. The religious emotion in the
audience was overpowering, and men saw
type of their doom, as the cane kept falling
and falling, until the knob of the cane
struck Mr.. Livingston's hand, and he
clasped it stoutly and said: "But the grace
of God can stop you as / stopped that cane;
and then there was gladness all through
the house at the fact Of pardon, and peace
and salvation. 'FWell," I" said the people
after the service, 'I guess you had better
send Livingston home; he is making the
revival worse" Oh, for gales from heaven
to sweep all the continentsl The danger OF
the church of God is not in revivals.
Again, my subject impressed me with the
fact that Jesus was God and man in the
same being. Here He is in the back part OF
the boat oh, how tired He looks; what sad
dreams He must have! Look at His count
enance; He must be thinking Of the cross to
come. Look at Him, He is a man-bone of
our bone, flesh of our flesh. Tired, He falls
asleep; He is man. But then find Christ
at the prov of the boat; hear Him say:
'Peace, be still;" and see the storm kneel-
ing at His feet, and the tempests folding
their wings in His presence; He is a God.
A BALM FOR THE soRRowING.
fl have sorrow and trouble, and want
sympathy, go and kneel down at the back
part of the boat and say: sob, Christ!
weary one o. GenneSaret, sympathize with
all my sorrows, man of Nazareth, man of
the cross" A man, man. But if want
to conquer my spiritual foes, if Iwant to get
the victory over sin, death and hell, I come
to the front of the boat, and 1 kneel down,
and 1 say: ooh, Lord Jesus Christ, Thou
who dost hush the tempest, hush all my
grief, hush all my temptation, hush all my
sin!" A man, a man; God, a God.
1 learn once more from this subject that
Christ can hush tempest.
1t did seem as if everything must go to
ruin. The disciples had given up the idea
of managing the ship; the crew were en-
tirely demoralized; yet Christ rises and He
puts His foot on the storm, and it crouches
at His feet. Oh, yes Christ can hush the
tempest. You have had trouble. Perhaps
it was the little child taken away from you
the sweetest child of the household, the
one who asked the most curious questions,
iondness, and the spade cut down through
your bleeding heart. Perhaps it was an
only son, and your heart has ever since
been like desolated castle, the owls of the
night hooting among the fallen arches and
the crumbling stairways. Perhaps it was
an aged mother. You always went to her
with your troubles. She was in your home
to welcome your children into life, and
when they died she was there to pity you;
that old hand will do you no more kindness;
that white lock of hair you put away in the
casket or in the locket didn't look as it
usually did when she brushed it away from
her wrinkled brow in the home circle or in
the country church.
TREASURES THAT NEED NOT BE LOST.
Or, your property gone, you said: ~
have so much bank stock, l have so many
Government securities, 1 have so many
houses, have so many farms-all gone, all
gone" Why, sir, all the storms that ever
trampled with their thunder, all the ship
wrecks, have not been worse than this to
you. Yet you have not been completely over
Why? Christ says: 'I have that
little one in my keeping. I can care for
him as we'll as you can, better than you can,
o, bereaved motherp flushing the temp
est. When your property went away, God
SalQ. 4u6T0 are lESdSuTeS III heaven, IN
banks that never break" Jesus hushing
the tempest. There is one storm into which
we will all have to run. The moment when
we let 60 of this world and try to take
hold of the next, we will want
all the grace possible. Yonder 1 see a
Christian soul rocking on the surges of
death; all the powers of darkness seem let
out against that soul-the swirling wave,
the thunder OF the sky, the shrek of the
wind, all seem to unite together; but that
soul is not troubled; there is no signing,
there are no tears; plenty of tears in the
room at the departure, but he weeps no tears
calm, satisfied and peaceful; all is we'll.
BY the fash of the storm you see the harbor
Just ahead, and you are making for that
harbor. All shall be we'll, Jesus being our
guide.
Into the harbor of heaven now we glide:
We're home at last, home at last
Softly we drift on the bright, silV'ry tide,
We're home at last.
Glory to God! all our dangers are Ger,
We stand secure on the gloriied shore;
Glory to GodI we will shout evermore,
We're home at last