Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1890-09-27

mighty; the Lord, mighty in battle!'
| He tapped His wing, and the antedi.
luvian world was gone. He tapped His
| wing, and Babylon persisted. He tapped
His wing, and Herculaneum was buried.
He tapped His wing, and the Napoleonic
| dynasty ceased.
Before the stroke of that pinion feet
| is nothing. An army is nothing. An
empire is nothing. A world is nothing.
The universe is nothing. King-eternal,
omnipotent-He asks no counsel from
the thrones of Heaven. He takes not
the archangel into His cabinet. He
wants none to draw His chariots, for
they are the winds. None to load His
batteries for they are the lightnings.
| None to tie the sandals of His feet, for
they are the clouds. Mighty to save.
Our enemies may be strong, our sorrows
| violent, our sins may be great. But
quicker than an eagle ever hurled from
the crags hawk or raven will the Lord
strike back our sins and our temptations
| it they assault US when we are once
seated on the eternal rock of His saliva
| ton. What a blessed thing it is to be
defended by the strong wing of the AL
mighty! Stronger than the pelican s
wing, stronger than the albatross wing,
| stronger than the condor's wing are the
wings of the Almighty
have only one more thought to pre-
sent. The wings under which Ruth had
come to trust were gentle wings. There
is nothing softer than feather. You
have noticed when bird returns from
flight how gently it stOops over the nest.
The young birds are not afraid of having
their lives trampled out by the mother
bird; the old whip-poor-will drops into
its nest of leaves, the oriole into it's cas-
ket of bark, the humming bird into it's
hammock of moss-gentle as the light.
And so, says the psalmist, He shall cover
thee with His wing. Oh, the gentlenesS
| of God! But even that figure does not
fully set it forth; for / have sometimes
looked into the birds nest and seen a
dead bird-its life having been trampled
out by the mother bird. But no one that
ever came under the feathers of the AL
mighty was trodden on.
Blessed nest! warm nest! Why will
men stay out in the cold to be shot of
temptation and to be chilled by the blast
when there is divine shelter? More
beautiful than any flower ever saw are
the hues of birds plumage. Did you
ever examine it? The blackbird, float
ing like fake of darkness through the
sun light; the meadow lark, with head
of fawn and throat of velvet and breast
of gold; the red .f1amingo, flying over the
southern swamps like sparks from the
forge of the setting sun; the pelican,
white and black-morning and night
tangled in it's wings-give but a very
faint idea of the beauty that comes down
over the soul when on it drop the feath-
ers of the Almighty.
| Here fold your weary wings. This is
the only safe nest. Every other nest
will be destroyed. The prophet says so:
Though thou exalt myself like the
yet will bring thee down, saith the
Lord of Hosts" Under the swift wings,
under the broad wings, under the strong
| wings, under the gentle wings of the Al
mighty find shelter until the calamities
be overpast. Then when you want to
change nests it will only be from the
valley of earth to the heights of Heaven;
and instead of ''the wing of dove" for
which David longed, not Knowing that
in the first mile of their flight they would
give out, you will be conducted upward
by the Lord God of Israel, under whose
wings Ruth, the beautiful Moabitess,
came to trust.
God forbid that in this matter of eter-
nal veal or woe we should be more stu
pid than the fowls of heaven; for the
stork knoweth her appointed time, and
the turtle, and the crane, and the swal-
lows observe the time of their going; but
my people know not the judgments Of
the Lord