The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1889-07-24

we say: Victory, victory, through our
Lord Jesus Christ" Oh, what a grand
thing it is 10 have sin under foot and
wasted life behind our backs.
blessed is he whose transgression is
forgiven and whose sin is covered"
But" says the man, II feel so sick
and worn out with the ailments of life."
You are going so be more than conqueror
But" says the man, 81 am so tempted,
am so pursued in life." You are going
to be more than conqueror. II, who have
so many ailments and heartaches, going
to be more than conqueror?" Yes, unless
yor are so self-conceited that you want to
manage all the affairs of your life your
self, instead Of letting God manage them.
Do you want to drive and let God take q
back seat? Oh, no, you say; l
want God to be my leader. WE'LL
then, you will be more than con-
queror. Your last sickness will come. and
the physicians in the next room will be
talking about what they will do for you.
What difference will it make what they
do for you? You are going TO be we'll
has fled the body your friends will be
talking as to where they shall bury you.
What difference does it make to You
where they bury you? The angel of the
resurrection can pick you out of the dust
anywhere, and all the cemeteries OF the
earth are in Gods care. Oh, you are
going to be more than conqueror
Don't you think we had better begin
now TO celebrate the coming victory? In
the old Westinghouse at Summerville
my father used to lead the singing,
and he had the old-fashioned tuning-fork,
and he would strike itupOn his knee, and
then put the tuning-fork to hisear to catch
the right'pitch and start the hymn. But,
friend, don't YOU think we had better be
catching the pitch of the everlasting song,
the song of victory when we shall be more
than conquerors? Had we not better be-
gin the rehearsal on earth? ''They shall
hunger no more, neither thirst any more :;
neither shall the sun light on them, nor
any heat. For the lamb which is in the
midst of the throne shall lead them TO
living fountains of water; and God shall
wipe away all tears from their eyes"
City of Eternity, 20 thy bridal halls
From this prison would flee;
Alb DRY! that's for you and
My text brings up one step further. 1t
says, 90 forth into the mount and fetch
olive branches, and pine branches, and
myrtle branches, and palm branches. and
branches of thick trees. Now, you know
very we'll that booth or arbor made of
slight branches would not stand. The
first blast of the tempest would PROSTATE
it. So then the booth or arbor must have
four stout poles to hold up the arbor or
BOOTH and hence for the building of the
arbor for this world we must have stout
branches of thick trees. And so it is in
the gospel arbor. Blessed be God that we
have brawny Christianity. not one easily
Tho etorroS Of life will couoa 11nor
us, and we want stong doctrine; not
only love, but justice: not only
invitation, but warning. 1t is a
mighty gospel; it is an omnipotent
gospel. There are the stout branches
of thick trees. / remember what Mr..
Finney said, in school-house in this state.
The village was so bad it was called
SOdom, and it was said to have only one
good man in all the village, and he was
called Lot; and Mr.. Finney, preaching,
described the destruction OF Sodom, and
the preacher declared that God would rain
destruction upon his hearers, unless thew.
too, repented. And the people in the
school-house sat and ground their teeth in
anger, and clincned their fists in indigna-
ton; but before he was through with his
sermon they got down on their knees
and cried for mercy while mercy could
be found. Oh, it is a mighty gospel !;
not only an invitation, but a warning;
an omnipotent truth, stout branches
of thick trees Well, my friends,
have shown you here is the olive
branch of peace, here is the pine branch of
evergreen gospel consolation. here the
palm tree branch of usefulness and victory,
and here are the stout branches OF thick
trees. The gospel arbor is done. The air
is aromatic of heaven. The leaves rustic
with the gladness of God. Come into the
arbor. / went out at different times with
a fowler to the mountains to catch
pigeons; and we made our booth, and we
sat in that booth and watched for the
pigeons to come. And we found focks in
the sky, and after awhile they dropped
into the net and we we're successful. So
l come now to the door of this gospel
booth and look out, l see fiocks OF souls
flying hither and flying thither. Oh, that
they might come like clouds and as doves
to the window. Come into the booth.
Come into the booth.