Milford chronicle., 1889-07-19
MILFORD, DEL, FRIDAY, JULY 10 1889.

Christi Oh what grand thing It Is to 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, Il feel 80 sick and worn out
with the ailments Of life" You are going
to be more than conqueror. But" says
the man, Il am so tempted, am 50 pur-
sued in life" You are going to be more
than conqueror. Il who have 50 many all
ments and heartaches, going to he more than
conqueror" Yes, unless you are so self con-
ceited that you want 10 manage all the af-
fairs Of your life yourself instead Of letting
God manage them. Do you want to drive
and have God take back seatl Oh, no, you
say, | want God to be my leader Well,
then, you will be more than conqueror.
Your last sickness will come, and the ply
sicians in the next room win be talking about
what they viii do for you. What difference
viii it make what they do for your You are
going to be well, eyerlastingly well And
when the spirit has fed the body, your friends
will be talking as to where they shall bury
you. What difference docs It make to you
wherethey bury youi The angel Of the re
surrection can pick you out Of the dust any
where, 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 20 celebrate the coming
victoryl In the old meeting house ut Sum
merville my father used to lead the singing,
and he had the old fashioned tuning fork,
and he would strike it upon his knee, and
then put the tuning fork to his car 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,
ett,n -
than conquerors7 Had we not better begin
the rehearsal on earthl 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 feed them, and shall lead them to
living fountains of water; and God shall
wipe away all tears from their eyes"
City of eternity, to thy bridal halls
From this prison would fee;
All, glory that's for you and me
WE HAVE A BRAwNY CHRISTIANITY.
Ny text brings up one step further It
says, go 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 wen
that booth or arbor made Of slight branches
would not stand The first blast Of the tenn
pest 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 q brawny Christianity, not one easily
upset The storms of life will come upon us,
and we want strong doctrine, not only love,
but justice; not only invitation by warming
It Is a mighty Gospel; it is an omnipotent
Gospel. These are the stout branches of thick
trees. / remember what Mr.. Finney said in a
school house in this state The village was so
bad it was called SOdom, and it was said 70
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
they too repented. And the people in the
school house sat and ground their teeth in
anger, and clinched their fists in indignation;
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
mighty Gospel; not only an invitation, but
a warming; an omnipotent truth, stout
branches Of thick trees. WeA, my friends
l 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 glalness of God. Come into the ar
Dor. went out at different times with
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 1ocks IN the sky, and after
whEe they dropped into the net and we were
successful. So l come now to the door Of
this gospel booth and look out, see focks
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