Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1889-05-29

gic. The inhabitant never says: u ar
SICK" They are never tired there. Fligh
to farthest world is only the play of hol
day. They never sin there. 1t is as cas-
for them to be holy as il is for US to sin
They never die there. You might g
through all the outskirts of the great cit
and find not one place where the grount
was broken for grave. The eyesight o
the redeemed is never blurred with tears
There is health in every cheek. There il
spring in every foot. There is majesty OF
every brow. There is joy in every heart
There is hosanns on every lip. How they
must pity US as they look over and dowr
and see us, aud say, Poor things away
down in that world" And when some
Christian is hurled into fatal accident
they cry: "Good! he is comingr' AuC
when we stand around the couch of some
loved one (whose strength is going away
and we shake our heads forbodingly, they
cry: 81 am glad he is worse; he has been
down there long enough. There, he is dead
Come homel Come homer' Oh, if We conld
only get our ideas about that future world
untwisted, our thought of transfer from
here to there would be as pleasant to us as
it was to a little child that was dying. She
said: "Papa, when will go home?" And
he said To-day, Florence." "To.dsyf
So soon? I am so glad"
l wish could stimulate you with these
thoughts, oh Christian man, to the highest
possible exhilaration. The day of your de-
livsrance is coming, is coming. 1t is roll
ing on with the shining wheels of the day,
and the jet wheels of the night. Every
thump of the heart is only hammer stroke
striking off another chain of clay. Better
scour the deck and coil the rope, the har
Dor is only six miles away. Jesus will come
down in the "Narrows" to meet you. Now
is your salvation nearer than when you be-
lieved.
Unforgiven man, unpardoned man, will
you not to day make choice between these
two portions, between the ''south land" of
this world, which slopes to the desert, and
this glorious land which thy Father offers
thee, running with eternal water courses9
Why let your tongue be consumed with
thirst when there are the neither springs
and the upper springs, comfort here, aud
glory hereafter?
Let me tell you, my dear brother, that
the silliest and wickedest thing man ever
does is to reject Jesus Christ. The loss of
the soul is mistake that cannot be correct
ed. It is downfall that knows no allevia-
ton: it is ruin that is remediless; it is a
sickness that has no medicament; it is a
grave into which man goes but never
comes out. Therefore. putting my hand on
your shoulder as ono brother puts his hand
on the shoulder Of brother, say this day,
he manly, and surrender your heart 30
Christ. You have been loug enough serv-
ing the world; nov begin to serve the Lord
who bought you. You have tried long
enough to carry these burdens; let Jesus
Christ put his shoulder under your burden.
Do hear any one in the audience say: II
mean to attend to that after awhile; it is
not lust the timer" It is the time, for the
sim pie reason that you are sure of no other;
and God sends you here this morning, and
he sent me here to confront you with this
message; and you must hear now that
Christ died to save your soul, and that il
you want to be saved you may be saved,
"Whosoever will, let him come" You will
never find any more convenient season than
this. Some of you have been waiting ten,
twenty, thirty, forty, fifty and sixty years.
Oa some of you the suos bas fallen l see
it on your brow, and yet you have not at
tended TO those duties which baloDg to the
very spripgtime of life. 1t is September
with you now, it is October with you, it is
December with you. am no alarmist.
elIlpiy knUW buio, IL d niaA OO0s heG LSPOui
in this world he never repents at all, and
that now is the accepted time, and now i:
thu day of salvation. Oh, put off this mat
ter no logger Do not turn your back on
Jesus Christ, who comes to save you, lest
ynu should lose your soul.
On Monday morning friend of mine
started from New York to celebrate bel
birthday with ner daughter in Virginia.
On Saturday of the same week, just aftel
sunrise, I stood at the gate Of Greenwood
waiting for her silent form to come in. Il
is long journey TO take in one week-frcm
Nav York to Philadelphia, from Philadei-
pbia to Baltimore, from Baltimore to Wash
ington, from Washington to Virginia, from
Virginia into the great eternity. "What
thy hand fiudeth to do, do it"