The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1889-10-16

Are YOU sick? Jesus was sick. Are you
weary? Jesus was weary. Are you per-
secuted? Jesus was prosecuted. Are
YOU bereaved?' Did not Jesus weep over
Lazarus? O, yes, like roe on tne
mountain OF Bether, Jesus comes Douno-
ing TO your soul to-day. There is one
passage Of Scripture, every woro OF
which is a heart throb: "Come unto me,
all ye who are weary and heavy iaaen,
and will give you rest" Theh t1ere
is another passage just as good. Oasc
thy burden on the Lord, and lie Will sus-
tain thee" o, there are green pastures
where the heavenly shepherd leads tne
wounded and sick Of the flock.
The Son of God stands by the tomb OF
Lazarus, and will gloriously break ~
open at the right time. Genesaret can.
not toss its waves 30 high that OnrlsS
can not walk them. The cruise OF OH
will multiply into an illimitable supply.
After the orchard seems to have peen
robbed of its fruit, the Lord has one
tree left, full Of golden and ripe supply;
The requiem may wall with gloom ana
with death, but there cometh after
while song, chant, an anthem,
battle march, a jubilee, a coronation:
o, 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
in the army who was wounded so ne
could not walk, but he heard at dis
tance among the dying man who said:
30, my Godl He said to himself, u
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 gos-
gel, and with his own wound he seemed
to soothe that mans wound. 1t was
sympathy going out toward an ob1ect
most necessitous and one that he could
easily understand. And so 1t Is with
Christ, though wounded all over Him
self, He hears the cry OF our repentance,
the cry OF our bereavement, the cry OF
our poverty, the cry Of our wretched-
ness, and he says: ''I must go and help
that SOUL" and He rolls over with
wounds in head, wounds in, hands,
wounds in feet, toward us, until he
comes Just where we are weltering In
our own blood, and He puts His arms
over us-and / see II is u wounded arm
and 1t is a wounded hand, and as lie
throws His arm over us-l hear Him
say: 81 have loved thee with an everlast-
! ing love-"
| Again, we must look to Christ as our
final rescue. We can not with these
eyes, however good our sight may be,
catch glimpse Of the heavenly land
for which our souls long. But l have
no more doubt that beyond the cold
river there is a place Of glory and OF
rest than we have that across the At
lantic ocean there is another continent.
But the heavenly Mnd and this land
stand in mighty contrast. This is bar
renness and that verdure. These shall
low streams OF earth which thirsty OF
might drink dry, or a mules hoof tram
pie into mire, compared with the bright
crystalline river under the throne, on
the banks OF which river the armies Of
Heaven may rest, and into whose clear
food the trees Of life dip their branches,
These instruments Of earthly music,
80 easily racked into discord, compared
with the harps that thrill with eternal
raptures, and the trumpets that are SC
musical that they wake the dead. These
streets along which we 60 painting In
summer heat or shivering in winters
cold, and the poor man carries his burdeI
and the vagrant asks for aims, and along
which shuttle the feet of pain and wan
and woe, compared with those streets
that sound forever with the feet Of Joy
and holiness, and those walls made out
Of all manner OF precious stones, the
light intershot with reflections from jas
per and chrysolite and topaz and sar
donyx and beryl and emerald and chry
soprasus.
B, the contrast between this world
where we struggle with temptation thai
will not be conquered, and that world
where 1t is perfect JOY, perfect holiness
and perfect restl Said little blind
child: Mamma, will l be blind In
Heayen?" 20, no, my dear" replied
the mother, "you won't be blind In
Heaven" A little lame child said
"Mamma, will be lame in Heaven
"No," she replied, ''you won't bs lamt
in Heaven" Why, when the plaines
Christian pilgrim arrives at the heavenly
gate 1t opensto him, and as the ANGEL
come down 10 escort him, and they spread
the banquet, and they keep festival oyei
the august arrival, and Jesus comes will
acrown and says, "Wear this" and will
a palm and says, "Wave this, and point
10 a throne and says, mount this
Then the old citizens OF Heaven CONT
around to hear the newcomers recital o
deliverance wrought for him, and as th'
newly arrived soul tells Of the grac'
that pardoned and the mercy that saved
him, all the inhabitants shout the prais'
Of the King, crying, praise Him! Prais'
Himr'
Quaint John Bunyan caught glimps,
Of that consummation when he said
"Just as the gates were opened TO let II
the man, looked In after them, and be
hold the city shone like the sun; tn
streets we're also paved with gold and II
. them walked many men with crowns oi
their heads, and golden harps to SIM
praises withal. And after that they shu
up the gates, which when l had seen
wished myself among them"
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