Democratic messenger., 1889-10-19

Il aeutbtNoo eIgtutuhOto SotttCh On tuC
menis Of an estate they were 25 years In
getting with hard work. How did they
stand II without Christ Death came into
the nursery and there was an empty crib.
One voice less In the household. One
fountain less Of Joy and laughter. Two
hands less, busy all day long In sport.
Two feet less to go bounding and romp.
ing through the hall. Two eyes less to
beam with love and gladness. Through
all that house shadow after shadow. shad.
dow afler shadow until Il was midnight.
How did they get through Il: do not
know. They trudged the great Sahara
with no water In the goat.skins. They
plunged to their chin In the slough Of
dcspond and had no one to IN them. In
an unseaworthy craft they put out into q
black Euroclydon.
My brother, my sister. there Is a balm
that cures the worst wound. There Is n
light that will kindie up the wors. dark.
ness. There Is harbor from the rough.
est ocean. You need and may have the
Saviour's sympathy. You cannot get on
this way. see your trouble Is wearing
you out. body and mind and soul. come
on no fools errand to-day. come with
a balm that can heal any wound. Are you
sick! Jesus was sick. Are you weary.
Jesus was weary. Are you prosecuted
Jesus was prosecuted. Are you bereayed
Did not Jesus weep over Lazarus: Oh
yes like roe on the mountains Of Bether
Jesus comes bounding to your soul to-day.
There Is one passage Of Scripture every
word Of which Is heart thr0b: Come
unto me, all yc who are weary and heavy
laden, and I will give you rest" Then
there Is another passage just rs good
cast thy burden upon the Lord and lie
will sustain thee" Oh. there are green
pastures where the heavenly Shepherd
leads the wounded aud sick of the flock.
ALL At THE RIGHT TIME
The Son Of God stands by the tomb Of
Lazarus and will gloriously break IL open
at the right time. Genesarct cannot toss
its waves so high that Christ cannot walk
them. The cruise Of oil will multiply into
an illimitable supply. After the orchard
seems to have been robbed of all its fruit.
the Lord has one tree left full of golden
and ripe supply The requiem may wall
with gloom and with death: hut there
comelh after while u song. a chant, an
anthem, u battle march, u jubilee, core
nation. Oh do you not feel the breath
of ChriN's sympathy now, you wounded
ones. you troubled ones lf you do not
I would like To tell you Of the the chap.
lain in he army who was wounded so he
could not walk. hut he heard at a
distance among the dying n man who said
"Oh. my God" lie said To- himself: II
must help that man, though cant walk.
80 he rolled over and rolled through
his own blood aud rolled on over many
of the slain. until he came whcr'
poor fellow was suffering. and J.
ell to him the comfort Of the
with his own he seemed to
mans wound. II was sympat..
ont toward an object most necessito"s
and one that he could easily understand.
And so Il is with Christ. Though wound
ed al over Himself. lie hears the cry Of
our repentance, the cry Of our bereavc.
meni, the cry Of our poverty, the cry Of
our wre,cl,edncss. and he says: i must
go aud help that SOUL" and lie rolls over
with wounds In head. wounds IN hands,
wounds In feet, toward us, until lie comes
Just where we are wellering in our own
blood aud lie puts His arm over ns-and
I see Il Is n wounded arm and II Is
wounded hand--and as lie throws His
arm over US hear Him say Il have low.
ed thee with an everlasting love"
ouR FINAL RESCUE.
Again we must look to Christ as our
final rescue. We cannot with these eyes,
however good our sight may be, catch a
glimpse Of the heavenly land tor which
our souls long. But have no more doubt
that beyond the cold river there Is n place
of glory and Of rest, than We have that
across the Atlantic Ocean there Is another
continent. But the heavenly land and
this land stand in mighty contrast. This
Is barrenless and that ver,lure. These silal'
low streams of earth which n thirsty OK
might drink dry ar mules ho0f tramplc
into mirc compared with the bright. crys'
talline river from under the throne, on the
banks Of which river the armies Of IIeav'
en- may rest, and into whose clear flood
The trees of life dip their branches.
These instruments Of earthly music. so
easily racked into discord, compared with
the harps that thrill with eternal rapiures,
aud the trumpc,s that are so musical that
they wake up the dead. These streets
along which we go painting in summer
heat or shiycring In winters cold, AMI the
poor man carries his burden and the VA
grant asks for aims, and along which
shuttle the feet OF pain and want 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 iniershot with
reflections from jasper and chrysoli,e and
topaz and sardonyx and beryl and emerald
and chrys0prasus.
oh the contrast between this world,
where We struggle with temptation that
will not lie conquered, and that world
where II is perfect joy, prrfec, holiness
and perfect rest Said little blind child !;
Mamma will l be blind In Heaven :"
"Oh. no, my dear" replied the mother.
you won't he blind In Heaven" 4 little
lame child said: Mamma. will | he lame
In Heaven" "No," she replied. "you
won't be lame In Heaven Why. when
the plainesi Christian pilgrim arrives at
The heavenly gate Il opens 10 him, aud AS