The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1889-12-25

who tor the most Oh LIS ii1S "'~
homeless. On the site of this village,
now in ruins, and all around this lake,
yha: scenes OF kindness and power,
and glory and pathos when our Loro
lived here. 1t has been the wish OF
my life-I cannot say the hope, tor
never expected the priv 'e"".--'" Sano
on the banks of Galiiss. '.'',t so.
lemnity and what rapture!o os siere:
I can now understand the feeling OF
the immortal Scotchman, Robert NC,
Cheyne, when, sitting on the banks OF
this lake, he wrote:
It Is not that the wild gazelie
Comes down to drink thy tide,
But he that was pierced to save from hell
Oft wandered by thy side
Graceful around thee the mountains meek
Thou calm reposinS sea;
But ali! far more, the beautiful feet
OF Jesus walked DER thee
/ can now easily understand, from
the contour of the country that bounds
this lake that storms were easily tempt
ed to make these waters their play
ground. From the gentle way this
lake treated our boat when We sailed
on it yesterday, one would have
thousht it incapable OF a paroxysm OF
rage, but it was quite different on
both the occasions spoken OF IN my
two texts. close my eyes, ana the
share of Lake Galilee as 1t now IS,
With but little signs Of human llfe, dis
appears, and there comes back to my
vision the lake as it was in Chrlsts
t;nae. It lay in q scene Of great lux
uriance; the surrounding hills, ter
raced, sloped, grooved, 50 many hang
ing gardens Of beauty. On the shore
were castles, armed towers, Roman
baths, everything attractive and beau
tiful-all styles Of vegetation in short
er space than in almost any other
space in all the world, from the
palm tree Of the forest to the trees OF
rigorous climate.
ONE WAVE OF BEAUTY.
It seemed as if the Lord had launch
ed one wave of beauty on all the
peene, and it hung and swung from
rock aad hill an oleander. Roman
gentlemen in pleasure boats sailing
this lake, and countrymen III hsh
smacks coming down to drop their
nets. pass each other with nod and
shout and laughter, or swinging idly
at their moorings. O, what a beautl-
full scene.
It seems as if We shall have quiet
night. Not a leaf winked in the air;
not ripple disturbed the face of Gen
nesaret; but there seems to be a little
excitement up the beach, and we has
ten to see what it is, and we find 1t an
embarkation-
From the western shore fotilla
pushing out; not a squadron, or
deadly armament, nor clipper with
valuable merchandise, nor piratic YES
sells ready to destroy everything they
could seize, but fotilla, bearing mes
sengers of light and life and peace.
Christ is in the front of the boat. His
disciples are in smaller boat. Jesus,
weary with much speaking to large
multitudes, is put into somnolence By
sas':'seasiS shs IL sssrs
easily rigSssa; sss Wind passed from
cardboard to larboard, or from lar.
board to starboard, the boat would
rock, and by the gentleoess Of the mo-
ton putting the Master asleep. And
they extemporized pillow made out
Of a 6sherman's coat. think no
sooner IS Christ PROSTATE, and his
head touched the pillow, than he is
sound asleep. The 6reezes of the lake
run their fingers through the locks OF
the worn sleeper, and the boat rises
and falls like sleeping child on the
bosom of sleeping mother.
Calm nigh, starry night, beautiful
night. Run up all the sails, ply all
the oars, and lei. the large boat and the
small boat glide over gentle Gennes-
aret. But the sailors say there is go
ing to be a change OF weather. And
even the passengers can hear the
moaning Of the storm, as it comes or
with great stride, and all the terrors
of hurricane and darkness. The large
bcat trembles like deer at bay among
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 Ike petrels poise on the
ciEs of the waves ard then plunge.
Overheard so cargo, tackling and
naasts, and the ,drenched disciples rush
into the back part of the boat, and lay
hold Of Christ, and say unto him:
Master, carest thou not that we
perisha" That great parsonage lifts
his head from the pillow OF the fisher
mans coat, walks to the front of the
vessel, and looks out into the storm.
sAl around him are the smaller boats,
driven in the tempest, and through it
comes the cry of drowning men. By
The fash Of the lightning I see the
calm brow of Christ as the spray
dropped from his beard. He has one
word for the sky and another for the
waves. Looking upward he cries:
'sPeace!" Looking downward be says:
'.Be still"
The waves fall fat on their faces,
the foam melts, the extinguished stars
reHght thar 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
1Ioo coroaSe, tne CIScIpleS StaNo II
amazenent. now looking into the
calm sea, then into the calm sky, then
into tl" 'lv;,'," countenance,
and = :: manner Of
man IS this. that even the winds and
the sea obey him7"
ALWAYS HAvE CHRIST IN TEE sHR.
The subject in the first place i'm
presses me with the fact that it is very
important to have Christ in the ship;
for all those boats would have gone to
the bottom of Gennesaret if Christ
had not been present Oh, what q
lesson for you and for me Learnt
We must always have Christ in the
ship. Whatever voyage we under
to atsa into whateuer enternrisa ua