Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1890-12-01

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TO land at Capernaum, the three years
home of Jesus. But before arrival there
we are to have a new experience The
lake that had been a smooth surface
begins to break up into roughness. The
air which all the morningmade our s;Iil
almost useless suddenly takes hold of
our boat with ii grip astonishing, and
our poor craft begins to roll and pitch
and tumble, and in five minutes we
pass from calm to violence. The
contour of this lake among the hills is
an invitation to hurricanes. l used to
wonder why it was that on so limited a
sheet of water Il bestorned boat in
Christ's time did not put back to shore
when hurricane was coming. | won
der no more. On that lake an atmos-
pheric fury gives no warning and the
change we saw in five minutes made me
feel that the boat in which Christ sailed
may have been skillfully managed when
the tempest struck it and the wild i'm
| Fortunate cry went up, Lord save us
or we perish! !" | had all along that
morning been reading from the New
Testament the story of occurrences on
and around that lake But our Bible
was closed now and it was as much as
| W. In fn Oc+ Il r.
! the land
| Ii the winds and the waves had con-
| tinued to increase in violence the fol-
! lowing fifteen minutes in the same ra-
ito as in the first five, and we had
been still at their mercy, our bones
would have been bleaching in the bot
| tom of Lake Genne saret instead of our
being here to tell the story; but the
| same Power that rescued the fishermen
of old today safely landed our party.
What a Christ for rough weather! All
the sailor boys ought to fly to him as
did those Galilean mariners. All yen
in the forecastle, and all you who run
up and down the slippery ratlines, take
to sea with you him who with a quiet
word sent the winds back through the
mountain gorges. Some of you Jack
Fars to whom these words will come
need TO tack ship" and change your
course if you are going to get across
this sea of life safely and gain the
heavenly harbor Delay there. Ready
about Helms a-leel Mainsail haul
Star of peace! beam DER the billow,
Bless the soul that signs for thee;
Bless the sailors lonely pillow,
Far, far at sea.
Here at Capernaum, the Arabs hav-
ing in their arms carried us ashore to
the only place where our Lord ever
had passionate, and we stepped amid
the ruins of the church where he
preached again and again and again,
the synagogue, whose rich sculpturing
lay there, not as when others see it in
spring time covered with weeds and
loathsome with reptiles, but in that De
cembcr weather completely uncovered
to our agitated and intense gaze. On
one stone of that synagogue is the
sculpturing of a pot of mama, an
artistic cominemoration of the time
when the lsraelite5 were fed BY mamma
in the wilderness, and to which sculD-
turing no doubt Christ pointed up
ward while he was preaching that ser
mon on this very spot in which he
said: mot as your fathers did eat |
mamma and are dead; he that eateth |
of this bread shall live forever" Won.
derful Capernaum. Scene of more
miracles than any place in all the |
earth! Blind eyes kindlirg with TIE
morning. Withered arms made to pull |
sate Lopers blooming into health.
The dead girl terminated
These Arab tents. which ON this De
cember day find in Palestine. disap
pear, and | see Capenaum us it was
when Jesus was pastor of tho church
here, Look at that wealthy home, the
architecture, the marble front. the up
holstery, the slaves in Uniform at the
doorway. It is the residence Of a
courtier of Herod, probably Chuza by
name, his vito Joanna, Christian
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The slaves are in greet excitement, and
the courtier living there runs down
the front steps and takes a horse aud
puts him at full run across the country.
The boy of that noblaman is diving of
typhoid fever All the doctors have
failed to give relief But about Eve
miles up the country, at Cana. there is
a divine doctor, Jesus by name, and
the agonized father has gone for him,
and with what caraestncss those can
understand who have had q dying child
in the house. This coartier cries to
Christ, Come down ere my child
die!n
AFTER TIE NOTED DOCTOR.
While the father Is absent, and ut /
o'clock in the afternoon, the people
the dying boy rec "a change in
tho oountenanee. ana Joanna, the
mother, on enc side Of his couch. says.
''Why, this darling Is getting wal; the
fever has broken. See the Precipitation
on bis foreheadi Did any OF you give
him any new kind of Inedioinef' No.
IS the answer The boy turns on his
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