The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1890-08-21


lutte, and "tbe great to be-" and the
everlasting no." and ''the higher unity"
and ''the latent potentialities," and
''the cathedral Of the immensities"
] have been translating what these
men have been writing, and have been
translating what they have been doing,
and / will tell you what 1t all means
1t means that they want to kill Godl
And my only wonder is that God has
not killed them. have, in other days,
tasted of their confections, and coms
back and toll you to-day that there Is
no nutriment or life or health in any
thing but tho bread mado OF the old
corn Of the Gospel. What do mean by
that2 mean that Christ is the bread
Of life, and taking Him, you live and
live forever.
But, you say, corn is Of but little prac
tical use unless it is threshed and
ground and baked. / answer, this Cos
pei corn has gone through that process.
When on Calvary all the hoofs Of human
scorn came down on the heart OF Christ
and all the fails of satanic fury beat
Him long and fast was not the corn
threshed? When the mills of Gods in
dighation against sin caught Christ be-
tween the upper and neither rollers, was
not the corn ground? When Jesus de
scended into hell, and the flames of the
lost world wrapped Him all about was
not the corn baked? Oh, yes! Christ is
ready. His pardon all ready; His peace
all ready; every thing ready in Christ
Are you ready for Him?
You say: That is such a simple
Gospelr' know it is. You say you
thought religion was a strange mixture
of elaborate compounds. No; it IS so
plain that any abecedarian may under
stand it. In its simplicity is its power
If you could this morning realize that
Christ died to save from sin and death
and hell, not only your minister and
your neighbor, and your father and
your child, but you, it would make THIS
hour like the judgment day for agita-
tions, and, no longer able to keep your
seat, you would leap up, crying: For
me! For mel" God grant that you, my
brother, may see this Gospel with your
own eyes, and hear it with tyour own
ears, and feel with your own heart that
you are a lost soul, but that Christ
not take that truth and digest 1t, and
make it part of your imm ortal life7
1t is only bread.
You have noticed that inEalids can
not take all kinds of food. The food
that will do for one will not do for an
other There are kinds of food which
will produce, in cases OF invalidism,
very speedy death. But you have no
ticed that all persons, however weak
they may be, can take bread. Oh, soul
sick with sin, invalid in your transgres-
sions, l think this Gospel will agree
with you! l think if you can not take
any thing else, you can take this. Lost
found! Sunken-raised! Condemned
pardoned! Cast out-invited in! That is
the old corn of the Gospel.
You have often seen a wheel with
spokes of different colors, and when the
wheel was rapidly turned all the colors
blended into a rainbow of exquisite
beauty l wish could to-day take the
peace and the life and che JOY and glory
of Christ and turn them before your
soul with such speed and such strength
that you would be enchanted with the
revolving splendors of that name which
is above every name-the name written
once with tears of exile and in blood of
martyrdom, but written now in burn
ished crown and lifted scepter and
transangelic throne.
Do not talk to me about man being
doubtful about the doctrines of grace.
He is not doubtful to me at all. Bread
is bread, and l know it the moment l
see it. 1 had a corn-field which l
cultured with my own hand. did not
ask once in the whole summer: rs this
corn?" l did not hunt up the Agricult-
urist to get a picture of corr. l was
born in sight of a corn-feld and
know all about it When these
Israelites came to Canaan and
looked off upon the fields, the cry
was: Corn! Corpt' And if a man has
once tasted of this heavenly bread he
knows it right away. He can tell this
corn of the Gospel Canaan from 'the
chaff which the wind driveth away"
bless God so many have found this Cos
pei corn. 1t is the bread of which If
man eats he shall never hunger. set
the gladness of your soul to the tunes
of ''Arier' and Antioch. / ring the
wedding bells, for CHRIST and your soul
are married. and there is no power on
earth or in hell to get out letters Of d.
vorcement
But alas for the famine-struck!
Enough corn, yet it seem you have no
sickle to cut it, no mill to grind it, no
fire to bake it, no appetite to eat it.
Starving to death, when the plain is
golden with magnificent harvest!
/ rode some thirteen miles to see the
Alexander, large steamship that was
beached near Southampton, Long ISL
and. 1t was a splendid vessel. AS
walked up and down the decks and in
the cabins said; What 4 pity that
this vessel should go to pieces, or be
lying here idle!" The ecoast-wreckers had
spent thirty thousand dollars trying to
get her of, and they succeeded once; but
she came back again to the old place.
While 1 was walking on deck every
part of the vessel trembled with the
beating of the surf on one side. Since
then / heard that that vessel, which
was worth hundreds of thousands of
dollars. was sold for thirty-tive hun
dred dollars and knocked to pieces.
They had given up the idea of getting
her to sail again. How suggestive all
that is to mel There are those here
who are aground in religious things.
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