The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-06-17

BODY swings into the air, his soul swings Oh
| into eternity. Who is he, and where Is hel
Today PLAYING kite on the city commons.
Mother, you are to-day hosting throne or
forging chain-you are kindllng star or
digging dungeon.
good many years ago Christian
mother sat teaching lessons of religion 20
her child, and he drank in those lessons
She never knew that LamDhier would come
forth and establish the Fulton street prayer
meeting, and by one meeting revolution re
the deVotions Of the whole earth and thrill
the eternities with his Christian influence.
Lamphier said it was his mother who
brought him to Jesus Christ. She never
had an idea that she was leading forth such
destinies But, @, when | see mother reckless
of her influence, rafting on toward destruc-
ton, garlanded for the sacrifice with I'M
seemly mirth and godlessness, gayly trip
ping on down to ruin, taking her children
in the same direction, / cannot help but
say: There they go, there they go-Hagar
and Ishmaelm l tell you there are wilder
deserts than Beer-sheba in many of the
domestic circles of this day. Dissipated
parents leading dissipated children.
Avaricious parents leading avaricious chill
dren. Prayerless parents leading prayerless
children. They go through every street,
up every dark alley, into every cellar,
aAOAS oNol A1AENi 1Aho
and while | pronounce their names. it
seems like the moaning of the death wind
Hagar and lshmael!
learn one more lesson from this Oriental
scene, and that is. that every wilderness
has well in it, Hagar and Ishmael gave
up to die. Hagar's heart sank within her
as she heard her child crying: "Waterl
water wauerl" "Ah," she says, my dar-
ling, there is no water. This is desert: !"
And then Gods angel said from the cloud:
"What aileth thee, Hagarp And she
a well of water, where she filed
the bottle for the lad. Blessed be God
that there is in every wilderness well,
if You only know how to find lt-fountains
for all these thirsty souls to-day. "On that
last day, on that great day OF the feast,
Jesus stood aud cried: ''If any man thirst,
let MIN come to me and drink" All these
other fountains you find are mere mirages
of the desert. Paracelsus, you know, spent
his time in trying to find out the elixir of
life-a liquid, which, if taken. would keep one
perpetually young in this world, and would
change the aged back to youth. OF course,
he was disappointed; he found not
the elixir. But here l tell you to-day of
the elixir of everlasting life bursting from
the Brock of Ages and that drinking that
water you shall never get old, and you will
never be sick, and you will never die. "Ho,
every one that thirsteth, come ye to the
waters" All, here is a man who says: 81
have been looking for that fountain great
while, but can't find it," And here is some
one else who says: II believe all you say,
but have been trudging along in the will
derness, and can't find the fountain" Do
you know the reason9 / will tell you. You
never looked in the right direction.
"O,n you say, 81 have looked every
where. have looked north, south,
east and west, and / haven't found the
fountain" Why, you are not looking in
the right direction at all. Look up, where
Hagar looked. She never would have
found the fountain at all, but when she
heard the voice of the angel she looked up,
and she saw the finger pointing to the sup
ply. And o, soul, If to-day, with one
earnest, intense prayer you would only look
up to Christ, he would point you down TO
the supply in the wilderness. Look unto
me all ye ends of the earth, and be ye
saved; for / am God, and there is none else. 4"
Look lookl as Hagar looked.
Yes, there is well for every desert of
bereavement. Looking over the audience
to-day, notice signs of mourning. Have
you found consolationa o man bereft, o
woman bereft, have you found consolationa
Hearse after hearse. We step from one
grave hillock to another grave hillock. We
follow corpses, ourselves soon to be like
them. The world is IN mourning for its
dead. Every heart has become the sepul-
cher of some buried joy. But sing We to
God, every wilderness has a well in
it; and come to that well to-day, and
l begin to draw water from that well. II
you have lived in the country, you have
sometimes taken hold of the rope of the old
we'll sweep, and you know how the bucket
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And lay hold of the rope of Gods mercy
to-day, and begin to draw on that gospel
we'll sweep, and | see the bu cket coming up
Thirsty soull Here is one bucket of life
Come and drink of 1t. whatsoever will.
let him come and take of the water of life
freely" Ipuil away again at the rope, and
another bucket comes up. 1t is this prom
Use: weeping may endure for night,
but joy cometh in the morning l
lay hold of the rope again, aud pull away
with all my strength, and the bucket comes
up bright. and beautiful and cool. Here
is the promise: "Come unto me, all We who
are weary and heavy laden, and will give
you rest"
The old astrologers used to cheat the
people with the idea that they could tell
from the position of the stars what would
occur in the future, and if a cluster of stars
stood in one relation, that would pe a
prophecy of evil; If a cluster of stars stood
in another relation, that would be a
prophecy of good. What superstition |
But here is a new astrology in which
| put all my faith. BY looking up to
the Star of Jacob, the morning star of
the Redeemer, can make this prophecy in
regard to those who put their trust in God:
"All things work together for good to those
who love God" | read it out on the sky. |
read it out in the Bible. read it out in all
things: "All things work together for good
TO those who love God" Do you love him2
Have you seen the Nyetanthess 1t is beau
tiful flower, but it gives very little fragrance
until after sunset. Then it pours its rich
ness on the air. And this grace of the
gospel that | commend to you this day,
while it may be very sweet during the day
of prosperity, it pours forth its richest
aroma after sun down, and 1t will be sun
down with you and me after awhile When
you come to go out of this world. will it bs
desert march, or will it be fountain for
your souls
A christian Hindoo was dying, and his
heather comrades came around him and
tried to comfort him by reading some of
the pages of their theology, but he waved
his hand as much as to say: 81 don't want
to hear it." Then they called in heather
priest, and he said: "If you will only recite
the Numtra it will deliver you" He waved
his hand as much as to say: II don't want
to hear that" Then they said: Call on
Juggernaut" He shook his head as much
as to say: ~ can't do that" Then
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