The Red Cloud chief., 1889-12-27
PEACE! BE STILL"
Rev. 7. Dewitt Talmage breaches
at Capernaum.
The stormy Passage Of the Sea Of Galilce
Iikened tn the storms that Arise
i'm Our L~i.es-Christ Can Still
the Wind and Waves,

80" i t2ls'E VI. Ia
And He arose and rebukcd the wind and
the sci.-Mark iv-. %.
Here in this seashore village was the
temporary home OF that Christ who for
the most of His life was homeless. Or
III" site of this village. now in ruins.
and all around this lake. what scenes
OF kindness and power, and glory and
pathos when our Lord lived here. 1t
has been the wish OF my life-I can not
say-hopc, for l never expected the priv
ilege-Jo stand on the banks of Galilec.
What a solcmnity and what a rapture
To be here! | can now understand the
feeling OF the immortal Scotchman.
Robert NcCheyne, when, sitting on the
banksof this lake, he wrote:
1t IL not that the wild gazelle
Comes down to drink thy tide.
But Vie that WAS pierced to save from hell
s!t wandered by thy side.
graceful around thee the mountains meet,
Thou calm rcposing sea;
Eat an far more, the beautiful feet
%. Jesus walked DER thee.
lean nov easily understand from the
contour of the country that bounds this
lake that storms were easily tempted to
make these waters their playground.
From the gently way this lake treated
our boat when we sailed on il yesterday.
one would have thought it incapable of
a paroXysm of rage. hut it was quite
different on both occasions spoken of in
nv two texts. close my eyes. and the
shore of Lake Galilce as il now is with
but little signs of human life, disap-
pears, and there comes back Ia my vision
the lake as il was in Christ's time. 1t
lay in a scene of great luxuriance. The
surrounding hills, terraced, sloped.
groovej, So many hanging gardens of
beauty. On the shore were castles,
armed towers. Roman baths. every
thing attractive and beautiful-all
styles OF vegetation in shorter space
than in almost any other space in all
the world. from the palm tree of the
forest - tine trees OF rigorous climate.
1t seemed as if the Lord had launched
one wave OF beauty on all the scene.
and it hung and swung from rock and
hill and oleandcr. Roman gentlemen
in pleasure boats sailing this lake. and
countrymen in fish smacks coming down
to drop thci- nets. pass each other with
nod and shout and laughter. or swing
ing idly at their mooringS. q, what a
beautiful scene, II seems as if We shall
have a quiet night. Not a leaf winked
in the air. not a ripple disturbed the
face of Gennesaret. but there seems To
6le a little excitement up the beach, and
@ hasten To see what it is. and We find
1t an eInbarkation.
From the Western shore a flotilla
pushing out: not a squadron. or deadly
armament. nor clipper with valuable
merchandise. nor pirate vessels ready
todestroy every thing they could seize.
but q flotilla bearing messengers of
light. and life. and peace. Christ is in
the front of the boat. His disciples are
in 4 smaller boat. Jesus. weary with
much speaking TO large multitudes. is
putinto somnolcnce by the rockingof the
saves. IL there was any motion al all
the ship was easily righted; if h wind
passed from Starboard to larboard. or
from larboard to starboard. the boat
would rock. and by the gentleness of the
motion putting the Master asleep. And
they cxtemporize a pillow made out of a
fisherman's coat. l think no Don is
Christ PROSTATE. and His head touched
the pillow, than lie is sound asleep.
The brcczes of the lake run their fin
gers through the locks of the worn
sleeper, and the boat rises and falls like
a sleeping child on the bosom of a sleep
ing mother.
Calm night, starry night. beautiful
night. Run up all the sails. ply all the
cars, and let the large boat and the
small boat glide over Gennesaret. But
the sailors say there is going TO be a
change of weather. And even the pas
sengcrS al hear the moaning of the
storm. as it comes with great stride. and
all the terrorS Of hurricane and dark
ness. The large boat trembles like a
dee II bay amoDg the clangor Of the
hounds; great patches of foam are flung
into the air; the sails of the vessel
loosen. and the sharp winds crack like
pistols; the smaller boats like petrels
poi>e on the cliffs of the waves and then
plunge. Overheard go cargo. lacking
and masts. and the drcnched disciples
rush into the back part of the boat. and
lay hold of Christ. and say unto Him:
Master. carcst Thou not that We per-
ish?"
That great parsonage lifts His head
from the pillow OF the fisherman'S coat,
walks 10 the front of the vessel, and
looks out into the storm. All around
Him are the smaller boats. driven in the
tempest, and through it comes the cry
of drowning men. by the flash OF the
lightning | see the calm brow of Christ
as the spray dropped from His beard.
He has one word for the sky and an
other for the waves. Looking upward
He cries:
Peace"
Looking downward He says:
BE ~still,"
The waves fell fiat on their faces. the
foam meits. the eXtinguishej stars re-
light their torches. The tempest falls
dead, and Christ stands with His feet on
the neck of the storm. And while the
sailors are bailing out the boats. and
while they are trying TO untangle the
cordace. the disciples stand in amaze
ment, now looking into the calm sea.
then into the calm sky, then into the
calm Sayiour'S cocntcnance. and they