The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1890-03-13

| damaged rigging, Drighten up the SalIeu
smokestack9, open a new log-book, haul
in the planks, lay out a new course, and
set sail for Heaven. You havo had
the spiritual dumps long enough.
You will please the Lord more by
being happy than by being miserable
Have you not sometimes started out in
the rain with your umbrella and you
were busy and you did not notice that
the rain had stopped, and though 1t had
cleared of you still had your umbrella
up, and when you disc overed what you
were doing you felt silly enough? That
is what some of you are doing in relig-
ious things. You have got so used to
sadness that though the rain has
stopped you still have your umbrella up.
Come out of the shadow. Ascend the
stairs of your sepulcher. Step out into
the broad light Of 9oonday. We como
around you to help romove your grave
clothes, and voice from the heavens,
tremulous but omnipotent, commands;
Loose him and let him 60.
think that all the stars are inhab-
tied, and by beings like the human race
in feelings and sentim ents, and the diff
ference is in lung respiration and heart
beat and physical conformation; their
physical conformation fit for the eli
mate of their world and our physical
conformat ton fl t for the climate of our
world. So we shall feel at home in any
of the stellar neighborhoods, our physic-
al limitation having ceased. One OF
our first realizations In getting out of
this world, l think, will Re that in this
world we were very much pent up,
and had cramped apartments, and
were kept on the limits. The most
even our small world is water, and the
water says to the human race: Don't
come here or you will drown" A few
thousand feet up the atmosphere is un-
inhabitable, and the atmosphere says to
the human race: Don't come up here or
you can not breathe" Afew miles down
the earth is q furnace of fire, and the
fire says: Don't come here or you will
burn" The caverns of the mountains
are full of poisonous gasses, and the
gasses say: Don't come here Or you will
be asphyxiated." And crossing rail
track, you must look out Or you will
be crushed. And, standing By steam
boiler, you must look out or you
will be blown up. And pneumonias and
pleurisies and consumptions and apo
pickles go across this earth in tlocks, in
droves, in herds, and it is world OF
equinoxes and cyclones and graves. Yet
we are under the delusion that it is the
only place fit to stay in. We want to
stick to the wet plank mid ocean while
the great ship, 'the City of Cod" Of
the Celestial line, goes sailing past, and
would gladly take US up in life-boat.
Ny Christian friends, let me tear off
your dependence and fright about disso-
luton. My Lord commands me regard
you, saying:
l. oose him and let him 60.
Heaven is ninety-five per cent. better
than this world, one thousand per cent
better, one million per cent better.
Take the gladdest, brightest, most jubi.
liant days you ever had on earth and
compress them all into one hour, and
that hour would be a requiem, a fast
day, a gloom, a horror, as compared
with the poorest hour they have had in
Heaven since it's first tower was built or
| its first gates swung or its first song
caroled.
"Oh," you say, "that may be true, but
/ am so afraid of crossing over from this
world to the next, and fear the snap
ping of the cord between soul and body"
Well, all the surgeons and physicians
and scientists declare that there is no
pang at the parting of the body and
soul, and all the seeming restlessness at
the closing hours of life is involuntary,
and no distress at all. And agree with
the doctors, for what they say is con-
firmed by the fact that persons who were
drowned, or were submerged until all
consciousness departed, and were after
ward resuscitated, declare that the SEN
sation of passing into Inconsistencies
was pleasurable rather than distreSsful.
The cage. of the body has door on easy
hinges, and when that door of the phys.
ical cage opens the soul simply puts out
its wings and scars.
Loose him. and let him go.
The only part of my recent journey
thas really dreaded, although 1 did not
landing at Joppa. That is the port of
entrance for the Holy Land, and there
are many rocks, and in rough weather
| people can not land at all. The boats
taking the people from the steamer to
the docks must run between reefs that
looked to me to be about fifty feet apart,
and one misstroke of an oarsman or
an unexpected wave has sometimes been
fatal, and hundreds have perished along
those reefs. Besides that, as we left
Port Said the evening before, an old
traveller said:
'"The wind is just right to give you
rough landing at Joppa; indeed, think
you will not be able to land at all"
The fact was that when our Mediterra.
mean steamer dropped anchor near Joppa
andwe put out for shore inthe small boat,
the water was as still as though it had
been sound asleep hundred years, and
we landed as easily as l came on this
platform. Well, your fears have pict-
ured for you an appalling arrival at the
end OF your voyage of life, and they say
that the seas will run high and that the
breakers will swallow you up, or that
If you reach Canaan at all it will
be . very Sough landing. The
very opposite will be true If you
have the eternal God for your portion.
Your Decentralization for the Promised
Land will be as smooth as was ours at
Palestine last December. Christ will