Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1890-05-09

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| Heaven, Christian heroes. No fagots were
heapcd about their feet; no inquisition de-
manded from them recantation; no soldier
aimed a pike at their heart: but thew had
mental tortures compared with which all
physical consuming is as the breath OF Il
spring morning.
i find in the community a large class OF
men who nave been SO cheated, so lied
about, so o~utrageously wronged, that they
have lost their faith in everything. In a
world where everything seems so topsy-
turvey they do not see how there can be
any God. They are c~onfounded and fren-
zied and misanthropic. Elaborate argyll
ments to prove to them the truth of Chris
tianity, or the truth of anything else,
touch them nowhere. Hear me, all such
men. / preach to you no rounded periods,
no ornamental discourse. but put my hand
on your shoulder and invite you into the
peace of the gospel. Here is q rock on
which you may stand firm, though the
waves lash against it harder thar the
| Atlantic. pitching its surf clear above. Eddy
stone lighthouse.
Donot charge upon God all these troubles
| of the world. AS long as the world stuck
to God, God stuck to the world; but the
earth seeded from his government. and
hence all these outrages and all these woes.
God is good. For many hundreds of years
! he has been coaXing the world to come
back to him: but the more he has coaNed
the more violent have men been in their
resistance, and they have stepped back and
back until they have dropped into ruin.
Try this God. We who have had the blood
| hounds after you. and who lave thought
that God had forgotten YOU. Try him, and
see if he will not help, Try. him, and see
if he will not pardon. Try him. and see if
spring have no bloom so sweet as the
Towering of Christ's affections. The sun
hath no warmth compared with the glow of
his heart. The waters have no refreshment
like. the fountain that will slaket the thirst of
thy SOU. AT the moment 1.-THE reindeer
stands with his lip and nostril thrust in
be coming through the thicket. Without
cracking a stick under his foot he comes
close by the stag, aims his gun, draws the
trigger. and the poor thing rears in its
death agony and falls backward, its ant
lers crashing on the rocks: but the painting
Gods promise shall never be fatally
wounded and shall never die.
The world is a poor portion for your soul,
oh business man! An Eastern king mad
craven on his tomb two fingers, represented
as sounding upon each other with IL snap,
that" Apicius Cplius hanged himself be-
cause his steward informed him that he had
only eighty thousand pounds sterling left.
All of this worlds riches make but a small
inheritance for a o u RobeSpierre at
tempted to win the applause of the world;
but when he was dying a woman came rush
ing through the crowd, crying to him, MUIR
derer of my kindred, descend to hell, COW
cred with the curses of every mother in
Francc!" Many who nave expected the
plaudits of the world have died under its
Anathema Maranatha.
Oh. find your peace in God. Make one
strong pull for heaven. No half way work
will do it. There sometimes m a time
on shipboard when everything must be
sacrificed to save the passengers. The
cargo is nothing, the rigging nothing. The
captain puts the trumpet to his lips and
shouts, "Cut away the mast!'' Some OF you
have been tossed and driven, and you nave
in your effort to keep the world well nigh
lost your soul. Until you have decided this
matter let everything else go. Overheard
with all those other anxieties and burdens!
You will have to drop the sails OF your
pride, and cut away the mast. With one
earnest cry for help. put your cause into
the hand of Him who helped Paul out Of the
breakers of Melita, and who, above the
shrill blast of the wrathiest tempest thai
ever blackened the sky or shook the ocean,
can hear the faintest imE !oration for mercy.
/ shall go home to-day feeling that some
of You, who ave considered your cas-. as
hopeless. will take heart again, and that,
with a blood-red earnestness, such as you
have never experienced before. you will
start for the good land of the Gospel-at
last to look back, saying: What q risk I
ram! Almost lost, but saved! Just got
through. and no more! Escaped by the skin
of my teeth"