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to the aroused lion? Give truth and err
ror fair grapple, and truth will come
off victor.
But there are great many good peo'
pie who get affrighted in other respects
they are sffrighted in our day about re-
vivals. They say:
''Oh! this is a strong religious gale;
we are afraid the Church of God is going
to be upset, and there are going to be a
great many people brought into the
church that are going to be Of no use to
it," and they are affrighted whenever
they see revival taking hold Of the
churches. As though a ship captain,
with five thousand bushels of wheat for
a cargo, should say some day, coming
upon deck:
Throw overheard all the cargo;" and
the sailors should say:
''Why, captain, what do you mean?
Throw over all the cargo?"
''Oh," says the captain, ''we have a
peck of chaff that has got into this five
thousand bushels of wheat, and the only
way to get rid of the chaff is to throw
all the wheat overheard"
Now, that is great deal wiser than
the talk of great many Christians who
want to throw overheard all the thou
sands and tens of thousands of souls
who are the subjects of revivals. Throw
all overheard because they are brought
into the kingdom of God through great
revivals, because there is a peck of
chaff, quart of chaff, pint of chaffI
l say let them stay until the last day;
the Lord will divide the chaf from the
wheat.
Again, my subject impressed me with
the fact that Jesus was God and man
in the same being. Here He is in the
back part of the boat. Oh, how tired He
looks, what sad dreams He must have!
Look at His countenance. He must be
thinking of the cross to come. Look at
Him, he is man-bone of our bone,
flesh of our flesh. Tired, He falls asleep;
He is man. But then I find Christ at
the PROV of the boat; 1 hear Him say:
'Peace, be still;" and l see the storm
kneeling at His feet, and the tempests
folding their wings in His presence; He
is God.
have sorrow and trouble, and want
sympathy, go and kneel down at the
back part of the boat and say:
''Oh, Christ! Weary one of Gennesa-
ret, sympathizs with all my sorrows,
man of Nazareth, man of the cross"
man, man. But if want to con-
quer my spiritual foes, if I want to get
the victory over sin, death and hell, I
come to the front of the boat, and I
kneel down, and 1 say: ''Oh, Lord Jesus
Christ, Thou who dost hush the tempest,
hush all my grief, hush all temptation,
hush all my sin!'' A man, man; a God,
God.
L learn once more from this subject
that Christ can hush tempest. It did
seem as if every thing must go to
ruin. The disciples had given up the
idea of managing the ship; the crew
were entirely demoralized; yet Christ
rises, and He puts His foot on the storm,
and it crouches at His feet. o, yes!
Christ can hush the tempest. You have
had trouble. Perhaps it was the little
child taken away from you-the sweet
est child of the household, the one who
asked the most curious questions and
stood around you with the
greatest fondness, and the spade
cut down through your bleeding
heart. Perhaps it was an only son, and
your heart has ever since been like
desolated castle, the owls of the night
hooting among the fallen arches of the
crumbling stairways. Perhaps it was
an aged mother. You always went to
her with your troubles. She was in
your home to welcome your children
into life, and when they died she was
there to pity you; that old hand will do
you no more kindness; that white lock
of hair you put away in the casket or in
the locket didn't look as it usually did
when she brushed it away from her
wrinkled brow in the home circle or in
the country chruch.
Or your property gone, you said: ST
have so much bank stock, have so
many Government securities, have so
many houses, have so many farms-all
gone, all gone" Why, sir, all the
storms that ever trampled with their
thunders, all the shipwrecks, have not
been worse than this to you. Yet YOU
have not been completely overthrown.
"AJS O0I4o1 says nave b0aG nGGI0
one in my keeping. can care for him
as well as you can, better than you can,
o bereaved motherr' flushing the tenn
pest. When your property went away,
God said "There are treasures in
Heaven, in banks that never break"
Jesus husaing the tempest There
is one storm into which we will have
to run. The moment when we let
go of this world and try to take
hold OF the next, we will want all the
grace possible. Yonder see Christian
soul rocking on the surges of death; all
the power of darkness seem let out
against that soul-the swirling wave.
the thunder of the sky, the shrek of
the wind, all seem to unite together:
but that soul is not troubled; there is no
signing, there is no tears; plenty of
tears in the room at the departure. but
he weeps no tears-calm, satisfied and
peaceful; all is well. BY the fash Of
the storm you see the harbor just ahead.
and you are making that harbor. All
shall be well, Jesus being our guide.
Into the harbor of Heaven now we glide:
We're home at last, home at last
Softly we drift on the bright, silv'ry tide.
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