The Iola register., 1890-05-16

in the morning and comes away a. three
in the afternoon he has some time for
religion; but how shall you find time for
religious contemplation when you are
driven from sunrise to sunset and have
been for five years going behind in busi-
ness, and are frequently dunned by
creditors whom you can not pay, and
when, from Monday morning until Satur-
day night, you are dodging bills that
you can not meet?
You walk day by day in uncertainties
that have kept your brain on fire for the
past three years. Some with less bust.
ness troubles than you have gone crazy.
The clerk has heard noise in the back
counting-room and gone in, and found
the chief man of the firm a raying ma
MAC; or the wife has heard the bang Of
a pistol in the back parlor, and gone in,
stumbling over the dead body of her
husband--a suicide There are in this
house to-day three hundred men pur-
sued, harassed, trodden down, and
scalped of business perplexities, and
which way to turn next they do not
know. Now God will not be hard on
you. He knows what obstacles are in
the way of your being a Christian, and
your first effort in the right direction He
will crown with success. Do not let Satan,
with cotton bales and kegs and hogsheads
and counters and stocks of unusual goods
block up your way to Heaven. Gather
up all your energies. Tighten the
girdles about your loins. Take an agon-
izing look into the face of God, and then
say: "Here goes one grand effort for
life eternal!" and then bound away for
Heaven, escaping as with the skin Of
your teeth"
In the last day it will be found that
Hugh Latimer and John Knox and Huss
and Ridley were not the greatest mar
tyrs, but Christian men who went up in
corrupt from the contaminations and
perplexities of Wall street, Water street,
Pearl street, Broad street, State stree.
and Third street. On earth they were
called brokers, or stock jobbers, or re-
tailers, or importers; but in Heaven.
Christian heroes.
find in the community large class
of men who have been so cheated, so
lied about, so outrageously wronged,
that they have lost their faith in every
thing. In a word where every thing
seems topsy-turvey, they do not see how
there can be any God. They are con-
and frenzied and misanthropic.
Elaborate arguments to prove to them
the truth of Christianity, or the truth of
any thing else, touch them nowhere.
Hear me, all such men. l 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 rock on which
you may stand firm, though the waves
dash against it harder than the Atlantic,
it's surf clear above Eddystone
lighthouse. Do not 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. ...... ... -
Try this God, We who have had the
blood hounds after you, and who had
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 He will not save.
The flowers of spring have no bloom SO
sweet as the Towering of Christ's affec-
tons. The sun has no warmth COM
pared with the glow of His heart. The
waters have no refreshment like the
that will slake the thirst of
thy soul. At the moment the reindeer
stands with his lip and nostril thrust in
the cool mountain torrent the hunter
may be coming through the thicket.
cracking stick under his foot,
he comes close by the stag, aims his gun,
draws the trigger, and the poor thing
rears in it's death agony and falls back
ward, it's antlers crashing on the rocks;
but the painting heart that drinks from
the water brooks of Gods promise shall
never be fatally wounded, and shall
never die. ...
This world is poor portion for your
soul, oh business man! An Eastern
King had craven on his tomb two fin
gers, represented as sounding upon each
other with snap, and under them the
motto: "All is not worth that" Apicius
Celius hanged himself because his
steward informed him that he had only
eishty thousand pounds sterling left.
All of this worlds riches make but
small inheritance for soul.
RobeSpierre attempted to win the ap-
plause of the world; but when he was
lying woman came rushing through
the crowd crying to him: Murderer OF
ny kindred, descend to hell, covered
with the curses of every mother in
France" Many who have expected the
plaudits of the world have died under
It's anathema maranatha
Oh. find your peace in God. Make one
strong pull for Heaven. No half way
work will do it. There sometimes
zones time on shipboard when every
hing must be sacrificed to save the pas
'engers. The cargo is nothing, the rig
ring nothing. The Captain puts the
trumpet to his lips and shouts:
Cut away the mast!" Some of you
nave been tossed and driven and you
lave, in your effort to keep the world,
veil nigh lost your soul. Until you have
lecided this matter let every thing else
70. Overheard with all these other
Inxieties and burdens! You will have
% drop the sails of your pride and cut
way the masts. With one earnest cry
or help put your cause in the hands of
Him who helped Paul out of the break
RS of Melita, and who, above the shrill
,last of the wrathiest tempest that ever
,lackened the sky or shook the ocean,
an hear the faintest imploration for |
mercy.
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