The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-12-16
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
THE STORMY PASSAGE THE SUB
JECT OF HIS SERMON.

Was God and Man in the Same Be-
ing.
CAPERNAUM, Dec. 15.-The Rev. T. De
Wit. Taimage, d. D., preached here to-day
to group of friends on "The Stormy
Passage" taking for his text the verses OF
the gospel following: John vi, II: EN-
tered into ship, and went over the sea
toward Capernaum;" and Mark iv, 80:
"And he arose and rebuked the wind and
the sea-" He said:
Here in this seashore village was the teu-
porary home OF that Christ who for
the most of his life was homeless On the
site or this village, now in ruins, and all
Ground this lake, what scenes of kindness
and power and glory and pathos when our
Lord lived herel 1t has bsea tle wish of
my life-l cannot say the hope, for I never
expected the privilege--to stand on the
banks of Galiiee. WHAT a solemnity and
what rapture to bs herei eau now un.
derstand the feeling of the immortal Scotcht
man, Robert McCheyne, when, sitting Cd
the banks OF this lake, he wrote:
1t is not that the wild gazelle
Comes down TO drink thy tide,
But he that was pierced to save from he'll
OFT wandered by thy side.
Graceful around thee the mountains meet,
Thou calm, reposing sea;
But ahi far more the beautiful feet
or Jesus walked DER thee.
can now easily understand, from ths
contour of the country that bounds thisy
lake, that storms were easily tempted tot
make these waters their playground From
the gentle way this lake treated our boat
when we sailed on it yesterday, one would
have thought 1t incapable of a paroxysm l
Oh rage, but IL was quite different
on both the occasions spoken OF in
my two texts. close my eyes and the |
shore Of Lake Galilee as 1t now is, with but l
little signs of human life, disappears, and I
there comes back to my vision the lake as ii I
was in Christ's time 1t lay Ia a scene OF Z
great luxuriance; the surrounding hills,
terraced, sloped, grooved, SO many hanging
gardens OF beauty. On the shore were
castles, armed towers, Roman baths, every
thing attractive and beautiful, all STYLES Of
vegetation In shorter space than In almost
any other space in all the world, from the
palm trees Of the forest to the trees Of rig
orous climate.
1t seemed as il the Lord had launched ons
wave Of beauty on ali the scene, and il
hung and swung from rock and hill and
oleander. Roman gentlemen in pleasure
b ats sailing this lake, and countrymen In
fish smacks coming down TO drop their nets
pass each other with nod and shout and
laughter, or swinging idly at their moor
III seems as if we shall have a quiet night.
Not leaf wihked in the air; not ripple
disturbed the face Of Gennesaret; but thera
seems to be little excitement up the beach.
and we hasten TO see what 1t Is, and we find
IL an embarkation.
From the western shore fotilla pushing
out; not squadron, or deadly armament.
nor clipper with valuable merchandise, nor
piratic vessels ready to destroy everything
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sengers OF light and life and peace. Christ
Is IN the front Of the boat His discis
pies are In smaller boat. Jesus,
weary with much speaking TO large
multltudes, Is put into somnolence by the
rocking of the waves. II there was any
motion at all, the ship was easily righted,
II the wind passed from starboard to lar
board, or from larboard to sterboard, the
boat would rock, and by the gentleness OF
the motion putting the master asleep And
they extemporized a pillow made out of a
fisherman's coat. / think no sooner Ia
Christ PROSTATE and his head touched the
pillow than he is sound asleep. The breezss
OF the lake run their fingers through the
locks OF the worn sleeper, and the boat rises
and falls like sleeping child on the bosom
OF a sleeping mother.
Calm night starry night, beautiful night.
Run up all the sails, ply all the oars, and
over gentle Geunesaret. But the sailors say
there Is going to be change of weather.
And even the passengers can hear the moan~
ing of the storm, as it comes on with great
stride, and all the terrors of hurricane and
darkness. The large boat trembles like a
deer at bay among the clangor of the
hounds; great patches of foam are fura
into the air the sails of the vessel loosen.
and the sharp winds cracklike pistols; the
smaller boats, like petrels, poise on the cliffs
OF the waves and then plunge.
Overheard go cargo, tackling and masts,
and the Dire ched disciples rush into the
back part of the boat, and lay hold OF
Christ, and say unto him: Master, carest
thou not that we perish" That great per-
sonage lifts his head from the pillow Of the
fishermans coat, walks to the front of the
vessel, and looks out into the storm All
around him are the smaller boats, driven
In the tempest, and through 1t comes ths'
cry OF drowning men. BY the flash Of tina
lightning see the calm brow of Christ an
the spray dropped from his beard. He has
one word for the sky aud another for the
waves. Looking upward he cries: "Peacato
Looking downward he says: "Be stilli"
The waves fall fiat on their faces, tha
foam melts, the extinguished stars relight
their torches The tempest falls dead, aud
Christ stands with his feet on the neck Of
the storm. And while the sailors are BALI
ing out the boats aud while they are try
ing to untangle the cordage, the disciples
stand in ANA cement, now looking into the
calm sea, then into the calm sky, then into
the calm Saviour's countenance. and they
cry out: "WhRt manner of man Is this,
that even the winds and the sea obey himTs
The subject in the first place impresses me-
with the fact that it is very important to
have Christ in the ship; for all those boats
would have gone to the bottom of Gen
nesaret if Christ had not been present. o
what a lesson for you and for me to learnt
We must always have Christ in the ship.
Whatever voyage we undertake. into what Z
ever enterprise we start, let us always have
Christ in the ship. All you can do with
utmost tension of body, mind, and soul,
you are bound to do; but OF have Christ
In every enterprise, Christ IN every voyage.
There are men who ask Gods help at the
beginping Of great enterprises. He has
been wi n them in the past; no trouble can
overthrow them; the storms might come
down from the top of Mount Hermon, and
lash Gennesaret into foam and into agony.
but il could not hurt them. But here Is
another man who starts out In worldly en-
terprise, and he depends upon the un~
cartainties of this life. He has no
God to help him. After while the
storm comes and tosses off the masts
Of the snip; be puts out his life.
boat and the long boat; the sheriff and the
auctioneer try TO help him of; they can't