Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1889-12-27

Baxter saw in England, and Robert Mo.
Cheyne saw in Dundee! Oh, for such,
days as Jonathan Edwards saw inI
father tell of the fact that in the early
part of this century revival broke ont
ut Somerville, N. j., and some people|
We're very much agitated about
it. They said: "Oh, youl
are going to bring too many people into
the church at once;" and they sent down
to New Brunswick to get John Livings-
ton to stop the revival. Well, there was
no better soul in all the world than j John
Livingston. He went and looked at the
revival; they wanted him to stop it. He
stood in the pulpit on the Sabbath, ana
looked over the solemn auditory, and he
said: This, brethren, is in reality the
work of God; beware how you try to stop
II. And he was an old mau, leaning
heavily on his staff-a very old man.
And he lifted that staff, and took hold
OF the small end of the staff, and began
to let it fall slowly through between the
finger and the thumb, and he said: ooh,
t u lmpenitent, thou art falling now
railing from life, falling away from
peace and Heaven, falling as certainly
as that cane is falling through my hand
falling certainly, though perhaps fall
ing SLOWLY" And the cane kept on fall
ing through John Livingston's hand.
The religious emotion in the audience
was overpowering, and men saw type
OF their doom, as the cane kept falling
and falling, until the knob of the cane
struck MIR. Livingston's hand, and be
clasped it stoutly and said: "But tie
grace of God can stop you as Istopped
that cane;" and then there was gladness
all through the house at the fact Of
pardon and peace and salvation. WELL.
said the people after the service, II
guess you had better send Livingston
home; he is making the revival worse. /"
Oh' Tor gales from Heaven to sweep all
the continents! The danger of the
church of God is not in revivais.
Again, my subject impressed me with
the fact that Jesus was God and man in
the same being. Here He is in the back
part of the boat. Oh, how tired He looks;
what sad dreams He must have! Look
at His countenance; He must be think.
ing OF the cross to come. Look at Him,
he is man-bone of our bone, flesh Of
our flesh. Tired, He falls asleep; He is
a man. But then I find Christ at the
prov of the boat; [ hear Him saw:
Peace; be STILL" and see the storm
kneellng at His feet, and the tempests
folded their wings in his presence; He
is God.
If have sorrow and trouble, and want
sympathy, go and kneel down at the
back part of the boat and say: "Oh,
Christ! weary one of Gennesaret,
sympathize with all my sorrows, man of
Nazareth, man of the CROSS" A man, o
man: But if / want to conquer my
spiritual foes, if want to get the VIC
the front of the boat, and kneel down,
and I say: "Oh, Lord Jesus Christ,
thou who dost hush the tempests, hush
oil my grief, hush all my temptation,
hush all my sin!" A man, man; God:
God.
learn once more from this subject
that Christ can hush tempest.
1t did seem as if everything must go
to ruin. The disciples had given up
the idea of managing the ship; the crew
were entirely demoralized; yet Christ
rises, and He puts His foot on the storm,
and it crouches at His feet. Oh, yes!
Christ can hush the tempest. You have
had trouble. Perhaps it was the little
child taken away from you-the sweetest
child of the household, the one who
J asked the most curious questions, and
stood around you with the greatest
J fondnesss, and the spade cut down
| through your bleeding heart. Perhaps
it was an only son, and your heart has
ever since been like desolated castle,
the owls of the night hooting among
the fallen arches and the crumbling
stairways. Perhaps it was an aged
mother. You always went to her with
your troubles. She was in your home
to welcome your children into life, and
when they died she was there to pity
you; that old hand will do you no more
kindness; that white lock of hair
you put away in the casket OF
in the lociet didn't look as j
usually did when she brushed
away from her wrink!ed brow in the
home circle or in the corntry church.
Or your property gone, you said: II
have SO much bank stock, have SO
many government securities, I have SO
many houses, have so many farms-all
gone, all gone" Why, sir, all the
storms that ever trampled with their
thunders, all the shipwrecks, have not
been worse than this to you. Yet, you
have not been completely overthrow.
Why? Christ says: Il have that little
one in my keeping. I can care for her
aS Wen us you cau, DetGer tnau you chu,
o, bereaved mother!" flushing the
tempest. When your property went
away, God said: There are treasures in
Heaven, in banks that never break.
Jesus hushing the tempest. There is
one storm into which we will all have to
run. The moment when we let
90 of this world and try to
take hold of the next, We will want all
the grace possible. Yonder see a
Christian soul rocking on the surges of
death; all the powers of darkness seem
let out against that soul-the swirling
wave, the thunder Of the sky, the shrek
of the wind, all seem to unite together;
but that soul is not troubled; there is no
signing, there are no tears; plenty of
tears in the room at the departure, but
he weeps no tears-calm, satisfied, and
peaceful; all is we'll. By the fash of
the storm you see the harbor just ahead,
and you are making for that harbor.
All shall be we'll, Jesus being our guide.
Into the ha rbor of Heaven now we glide;
| We're home ut last. home at last.
| Softly we drift on the bright, silv'ry tide,
| We're home at last.
Glory to God all dangers are DER.
WeIstand secure on the glorified shore;
Glory to God we will shout evermore,
We're home ut last.