The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-08-18

the farm there must be a reaplng Many
christians speak of religion as though 1t
1 were a matter of economics or insurance.
/ They expect to reap in the next world. q,
no. Now Is the time 10 reap. Gather Up
! the joy Of the christian religion this morn
/ ing, this afternoon. this night II you have
I not as much grace as you would ike 10
/ have, thank Ga for what you have got,
and pray for more. You are no worse
enslaved than Joseph, no worse troubled
than was David. no worse scourged than
was Paul Yet. amid the rafting Of letters,
and amid the gloom Of dungeons, and amid
( the horror Of shipwreck. they trlumphed IN
the grace Of God. The weakest man
here has 500 acres of spiritual
joy ali ripe. Why do you
not go and reap itl You have
l been groaning over your infirmities for
/ thirty years Now give one round shout
over your emancip patton. You say you have
it SO hard; you might have it worse. You
wonder why this great cold trouble keeps
revolving through your soul, turning and
turning, with black hand on the crank.
Ah, that trouble is the grIndstoue on which
| you are to sharpen your sickles. To the
/ field! Wake upi Take off your green
spectacles, your blue spectacles. your black
| spectacles. Pull up the corners OF your
| mouth as far as you pull them down. 10
the fields! Reapl reap
Again, remark, in grace es in
farming there is a time for thresh-
| ing. tell you bluntly that
is death. Just as farmer beats the wheat
out of the straw, so death beats the soul
| out of the body. Every Sickness is a stroke
| of the fail. and the sick bed is the threshing
| floor. What, say you, is death 10 good
mon only taking the wheat out of the straw!
| That is all. An aged man has fallen asleep.
Only yesterday you saw him IN the sunny
porch playing with his grandchildren.
| T1l V Ia Uad ha leave
this world. He bade pleasant good-by to
his old friends. The telegraph carries the tld-
ings, and on swift rail trains the kindred
come, W nting once more to look on tue
face of dear old grandfather. Brush back
the gray hairs from his brow; it will never
ache again. Put him away in the slumber
of the tomb. He will not be afraid OF that
night. Grandfather was never afraid OF
anything. He will rise in the morning OF
the resurrection. Grandfather was always
| the first to rise. His voice has already
mingled in the doxology of heaven. Grand
father always did sing in church. Any
thing CHASTITY in that's No. The threshing
Of the wheat out Of the straw. That is all.
The Savior fods lamb in his bosom.
| The little child filled all the house with her
music, and her toys are scattered all up and
down the stairs just as she left them. What
| If the hand that plucked four-o'clocks out of
the meadow is still! 1t will wave the
eternal triumph What if the voice that
made music in the home is still? 1t will sing
the eternal hosanna. Put white rose In
one hand, and red rose in the other hand,
and a wreath of orange blossoms on the
brow; the white flower for the victory,
tie red flower for the Savior's sacrifice, the
orange blossoms for her marriage day.
Anything CHASTITY about thats Oh, no. The
sun went down and the flower shut. The
wheat threshed out of the straw. Dear
| nr1 civ ell cajd dxip "a
son of one of nv elders; Dear Lord, give
me Sleep" Aud he closed his eyes and
awoke in glory. Henry W. Longfellow,
writing letter Of coincidence to those
parents, said: "Those last words were
beautifully poetic, Dear Lord, give me
Sleep"
Twas not in cruelty, not in wrath,
| That the reaper came that day:
| Twas an angel that visited the earth
| And took the flower away"
So it may be with us when our work is
all done. Dear Lord. give me sleep"
/ have one more thought to present. l
have spoken of the blowing, of the sowing,
of the narrowing, of the reaping, of the
threshing. l must now speak moment of
the garnering.
| Where Is the garner Need | tell you
Oh, no. So many have gone out from your
own circles-yea, from your own family,
that you have had your eyes on that gar
ner for many year. WHAT hard time
some of them had! In gesthsemanes of
They took the ''cup of trembling" and they
put it to their hot lips and they cried: "If
it be possible, let this cup pass from
me-" With tongues of burning agony they
crie1, 20 Lord, deliver my soul" But they
got over it. They all got over il. Gar
nered! Their tears wiped away; their bat
ties all ended; their burdens lifted. Gar
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| allow those sheaves to perish IN the equi-
nox. Garneredl Some of us remember on
the farm that the sheaves were put on the
| top of the rack which surmounted the
| wagon, and these sheaves were piled
higher and higher. and after awhile
the horses started for the barn;
and these sheaves swayed to and fro in
the wind. and the old wagon creaked, and
the horses made a struggle, and pulled SO
hard the harness came uD in loops OF
| leather on their back, and when the front
wheel struck the elevated floor of the barn,
it seemed as if the load would go no arther.
until the workmen gave a great shout, aud
then with one last tremendous strain, the
horses pulled in the load; then they were
Embarrassed, and forkful after forkful
of grain fell into the NOV. o my
friends, our getting into heaven may
be pull, hard pull, very hard
pull; but these sheaves are bound
to go in. The Lord of the harvest has
promised it. l see the load at last coming
in the door of the heavenly garner. The
sheaves of the Christian soul sway to and
fro in the wind of death, aud the old body
creaks under the load, and as the load
strikes the floor of the celestial garner it
seems as if it can go no farther. 1t is the
last struggle until the voices Of angels and
the voices Of our departed kindred and the
welcoming voice of God shall send the har-
vest rolling into the eternal triumph. while
all up and down the sky the cry is heard
Harvest homel Harvest homer