Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1889-10-12

ments Of ali estate they were twenty
five years in getting with hard work.
How did they stand it without Christi
Death came into the nursery and there
was an empty crib. One voice less in
the household. One fountain less Of
Joy and laughter. Two hands less,
busy all day long in sport. Two feet
less to go bounding and romping
through the hall Two eyes less to
beam with love and gladncss. Through
all that house shadow after shadow.
shadow after shadow until it was mid
night. How did they get through it,
| do not know. They trudgcd the
great Sahara with no water in the goat
skins. They plunged to their chin in
the slough of despond and had no one
to lift them. In an unseaworthy craft
they put out into black Euroclydon.
My brother, my sister, there is a
balm that cures the worst wound.
There is light that will dleup the
worst darkness. There is a harbot
from the toughest ocean. You need
and may have the Saviour'ssympath
:. You cannot get on this way. see
..sEs:;;yollr trodble issweari IgasYou outssbody
: and mind and soul. leone: on tic
fools GRAND today / come with q
balm that can heal amy wound. Are
you sick2 Jesus was sick. Are you
weary Jesus was weary. Are you
persecutcd2 Jesus was prosecuted.
Are you bereaved? Did not Jesus weep
over Lazarus2 Oh. yes, like roe on
the mountains of Bother Jesus comes
bounding to your soul today. There
is one passage Of Scripture, every word
Of which is heart throb: Como unto
me. all yc who arc weary and heavy
laden, and | will give you rest Then
there is another passage just as good:
Cast thy burden on the Lord and lie
will sustain thee" Oh, there are green
pastures where the heavenly shepherd
leads the wounded and sick OF the
flock.
The Son of God stands by the tomb
of Lazarus and will gloriously break it
open at the right time. Gencsaret can
not toss its waves SO high that Christ
cannot walk them. The cruise OF oil
will multiply into an illimitable sup
ply. After the orchard seems to have
been robbed of all its fruit, the Lord
has one tree left, full OF golden and
ripe supply. The requiem may wall
with gloom and with death; but there
cometh after while song, chant,
all anthem, battle march, Il jubilee,
coronation. Oh, do you not feel the
breath OF Christ's sympathy now, you
wounded ones, you troubled ones? II
YOU do not. | would like TO tell you Of
the chaplain III the army who was
wounded so he could not walk, but lie
heard at distance among the dying
man who said: "Oh, my God!" He
said to himself: II must help that
man though l can't walk.
So he rolled over and rolled through
his own blood and rolled on over many
of the slain, until he came where this
poor fellow was suffering and he
preached to him the comfort of the
Gospel, and with his own wound he
seemed to soothe that mans wound.
1t was sympathy going out towards an
object most nccessitous, and one that
he could easily understand And so it
is with Christ. though wounded all
over himself, he hears the cry Of our
repentance, the cry of our bercave-
ment, the cry of our poverty. the cry
of our wretchedness, and he says: Il
must 60 and help that soul. = and he
rolls over with wounds in head. wounds
in hands, wounds in feet. toward us,
until lie comes just where we are welt
ering in our own blood, and he puts
his arm over us-and | see il is Il
wounded arm and il is Il wounded
hand-and as he throws his arm over
us-I hear him say Il have loved thee
with all everlasting love-
CHRIST OUR FINAL RESCUE
Again, we must look to Christ rs our
final rescue. We cannot with these
eyes, however good our sight may be,
catch glimpse of the heavenly land
/ for Which our souls long. Bat have
no more doubt that beyond tie cold
river there is place Of glory and OF
rest, than we have that across the AT
lantic ocean there is another CONT
ncnt. But tie heavenly land and
this land stand in mighty contrast.
This is barrenncss and that verdure.
These shallow streams Of earth Which
thirsty OK might drink dry, or Il
mules hoof trample iT.o miro, com
pared with the bright. crystalline
(, river from under the throne, on the
banks of which river the armies OF
heaven may rest, and into whose clear
flood the trees Of life dip their branches.
These instruments CT earthly music.
so easily racked into discord, com
pared with the l:arps that thrill with
eternal raptures, and the trumpets
that ere so musical that they wake the
dead. These streets along which we
20 painting in summer heat or silver
ing in winters cold, and the poor man
carries his burden and the vagrant
asks for aims, and along which shuttle
the feet of pain and want and woe
compared with those streets that
sound forever with the feet Of JOY
and holiness. and those walls made
Out of ali manner OF precious stones,
the light intershot with reflections
from jasper and chrysolite and topaz
and sardonyx and beryl and emerald
and chrysoprasus.
Oh, the contrast between this world,
where we struggle with temptation
that will not be conquered, and that
world where it is perfect Joy, perfect
holiness and perfect rest! Said q lit
tie blind child: Mamma, will | be
blind in hcaven2" "Oh, no, my dear,
replied the mother, You won't be
blind in heaven. a little lame child
said: Mamma will be lame IN
heaven2r No" she replied, you.
won't be lame in heaven. Why,
when the plainest Christian pilgrim
arrives at the heavenly gate it opens
to him, and as the angels come down
to escort him in, and they spread the
banquet, and they keep festival over
the august arrival. and Jesus comes
with crown and says, Wear this.