Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1889-08-02

is too good to be true, and cannot be-
4 lieye If. and looks up in Gods face,
God lifts His right hand and takes an
oath. an affidavit, saying: AS l live,
saith the Lord God, have no pleasure
in the death of him that dieth.
Blessed be God for such Gospel as
this. Cut the slices thin" said the
Wife to the hush and, cor there will not
be enough to go all around for the chill
dren: cut the slices thin" Blessed be
God there is a full loaf for every one
that wants it; bread enough and to
spare. No thin slices at the Lords ia
bic. l remember when the Master
Street Hospital in Philadelphia, was
came saving: There will be 800
wounded men to- might, be ready to take
care of Them" and from my church
there went in some twenty or thirty men
and women to look after these poor
wounded fellows. AS they came, some
from one part of the land, some from
another, no one asked whether this man
was from Oregon, or from Massachu-
sets, or from Minnesota, or from New
York. There was q wounded soldier,
and the only question was how to take
off the rags most gently, and put on the
bandage, and administer the cordial.
And when soul comes to God, He does
not ask where you came from or what
your ancestry was. Healing for all your
wounds. Pardon for all your guilt.
Comfort for all your troubles.
Then, also, I counsel you, if you want
Citations. One unholy intimacy will
fill your soul with moral dlstemper. In
all the ages of the church there has not
been an instance where man kept one
evil associate and was reformed. Among
the fourteen hundred million of the
race not one instance. Go home to- day,
open your desk, take out letter paper.
stamp, and envelope, and then write q
letter something like this:
My old companions: start this day
for Heaven. Until am persuaded you
will join me in this, farewell"
Then sign your name and send the
letter with the first post. Give up your
bad companions or give up Heaven. 1t
is not ten bad companions that destroy
a man, nor five bad companions, nor
three bad companions, but one. What
chance is there for that young man 1
men with him, hating in front of grog
shop, urging him to go in, he resisting,
violently resisting, until after while
they forced him to go in? TWAS a sum-
mer night and the door was left open,
and saw the process. They held him
fast, and they put the cup to his lips,
and they forced down the strong drink.
What chance is there for such young
man?
| counsel you also seek Christian ad-
vice. Every Christian man is bound to
help you. First of all, seek God; then
seek Christian counsel. Gather up all
the energies of body, mind, and soul,
and, appealing to God for success, de-
clare this day everlasting war against
all drinking habits, all gambling prac-
work will amount to nothing; it must be
q Waterloo. Shrink back now and you
are lost. Push on and you are saved.
Spartan General fell at the very mo-
ment of victory, but he dipped his fin
ger in his own blood and wrote on q
rock near which he was dying: Sparta
has conquered" Though Your struggle
to get rid of sin may seem to be almost
a death struggle, you can dip your fin
ger in your own blood and write on the
Rock of Ages, Victory through our
Lord Jesus Christ"
Oh, what glorious news it would be
for some of these young men to send
home to their parents. They go to the
postoffice every day or two to see
whether there are any letters from you.
How ANXIOUS they are to hear.
Some one said to Grecian general,
What was the proudest moment in your
life?" He thought q moment, and said:
The proudest moment in my life was
when l sent word home to my parents
that I had gained victory" And the
proudest and most brilliant moment in
your life will be the moment when you
can send word to you parents that you
have conquered your evil habits by the
Grace of God and become eternal victor.
Oh. despise not parental anxiety! The
time will come when you will have
neither father nor mother, and you will
go around the place where they used to
watch you and find them gone from the
house and gone from the field, and gone
from the neighborhood. Cry as loud
mound in the churchyard, they will not
answer. Dead! Dead! And then you
will take out the white lock of hair
that was cut from your mothers brow
just before they buried her, and you
will take the cane with which your
father used to walk, and you will
think and think and wish that YOU
had done just as they wanted you
to, and would give the world if you had
new er thrust pang through their dear
old hearts. God pity the poor young
man who has brought disgrace on his
father s name! God pity the young man
who has broken his mothers heart!
Better if he had never been born-bet-
ter if, in the first hour of his life, in
steae Of being laid against the warm
bosom OF maternal tenderness, he had
been coffined and sepulchered. There
is no balm powerful enough to heal the
heart of one who has brou ght parents to
a sorrowful grave. and who wnnders
about TROUGH the dismal cemetery,
rending the hair and wringing the hands
and crying. Mother! Mother!" Oh, that
to- day, by all the memories of the past
and by all the hopes of the future, you
would yield your heart to God! May
your fathers God and your mothers
God be your God forever!
Bringing Him to the Mark