Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1890-08-22

prayer. and you will get omnipotent COM
fort! | do not know in what words the
soothing influence may come, but know that
for especial grief there is especial deliver
ance. I give you two or three passages; try
them on; take that which best fits your soul:
Whom the Lord loveth, He chasteneth;"
"All things work together for good TO those
who love God" weeping may endure for
night, but joy cometh in the morning" !
know there are those who, when they try to
comfort people. always bring the same stale
sentiment about the usefulness Of trial. In
stead of bringing up O new plaster for q
new wound, and fresh mamma for fresh
hunger. they rummage their haversack TO
find some crumb OF old consolation, when
from horizon to horizon the ground is white
WIN Tne new Iauen mama or Gods help not
Eve minutes old
But after fourteen thousand six hundred
consecutive days Of falling manna--Sundays
excepted the mamma ceased. Some Of them
were glad Of it. You know they had COM
planned to their leader, and wondered that
they had TO eat mamma instead of onions.
Now the fare is changed. Those people in
that army under forty years OF age had never
seen corn field, and now, when they hear
the leaves rustling and see the tassels waving
and the pillows Of green flowing over the
plain as the wind touched them, it must have
been new and lively sensation. 'Cornp
cried the old man, as he opened an ear.
''Corn~ cried the children, as they counted
the shining grains Corn shouted the
vanguard of the host as they burst open the
granaries Of the affrighted population the
granaries that had been left in the POSSESSION
OF the victorious Israelites. Then the fire
was kindled, and the ears Of corn were thrust
into it, and, fresh and crisp and tender, were
devoured Of the hungry victors; and bread
was prepared, and many things that can be
made out of -four RECALLED the appetites that
had been sharpened by the long march.
"And the mama ceased on the morrow
after they had eaten OF the old corn Of the
land"
Blessed be God, we stand in just such a
field to-day, the luxuriaut grain coming
above the girdle, the air full of the odors Of
the ripe old corn of the gospel Canaan.
"Ohp' you say, 1.-The fare is too plain" Then
remember you will soon get tired Of a fam
ciful diet. While was in Paris liked for
while the rare and exquisite cookery, but
soon wished was home again, and had the
plain food of my native land. So it Is a fact
mat we soon weary of the sirups and the
custards and the whipped foam of the fanci-
full religionists and we cry: "Glve US plain
bread made out of the old corn of the gospel
Canaan" This is the only food that can
quell the souls hunger.
There are meE here who hardly know what
is the matter with them They have tried
to get together fortune and larger account
at the bank and to get investments yielding
larger percentages. They are trying to sat
isfy their soul with a diet of mortgages and
stocks. There ara others here who have been
trying to get famous, and have succeeded to
a greater or less extent; and they have been
trying to satisfy their soul with the chopped
feed of magazines and newspapers. All these
men are no more happy now than before they
made the first thousand dollars: no moro
happy now than when for the first time they
saw their names favoraby mentioned. They
cannot analyZ9 or define their feelings: but
will tell them what is the matter-they are
hungry for the old corn of the Gospel. That
you must have, or be pinched and wan and
wasted and hollow-eyed and shriveled up
with an eternity of famine.
The infidel scientists of this dav are Offer
ing us different kind of soul food; but they
are, of all men, the most miserable. I have
known many of them; but never knew one
of them who came within thousand miles
Of being happy. The great John Stewart
Mill provided for himself new kind of por-
ridge; but yet, when he comes to die, he &C.
knOwledges that his philosophy never gave
him any comfort in days of bereavement and
In roundabout way he admits that his life
was failure. So it is with all in6del scien-
lists. They are trying to live on telescopes
and crucibles and protoplasms, and they
charge us with cant, not realizing that there
is no such intolerabe can't in ali the world as
this perpetual talk we are hearing about
-poslUlve Philosophy" and the absolute"
md 1.-THE great to be" and ''the everlasting
~ duu G1o ana 'GQo
.atent potentialities," and 1.-The cathedral Of
5he immensties" I have been translating
what these men have been writing, and I
nave been translating what they have been
1oing, and will tell you what it all means
It means that they want to kill God! And
my only wonder is that God has not killed
them. lhave in other days tasted Of their con-
fections, and come back and tell you to-day
that there is no nutriment or life or health in
anything but the bread made out Of the old
corn of the Gospel. What do I mean by
that? I mean that Christ is the bread of
life, and taking Him, you live and live for
ever.
| use unless it is threshed and ground and
baked. answer: This Gospel 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
dignation against sin caught Christ between
| the upper aud neither rollers was not the
! corn ground? When Jesus descended 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. everything ready in
Christ. Are you ready for Him?
You say: THAT is such simple Gospel"
! l know it is. You say you thought religion
was strange mixture Of elaborate )m-
pounds. No; it is SO plain that any apace-
darian may understand it, In its implicitly
IS its power: Ii you could this morning re-
alize 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 agitations and, no
onSer able to keep your seat, you would
grant that you, my brother may see this
| TOSDek with your own ewes and hear il with