The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1890-08-21

q woman forget her sucking child,
that she should not have compassion
on the son of her womb? Yea, they
rnay forget, yet will L not forget
thee"
Or is it the grief of u dissipated
companion? There are those here
who have it, so L an not speaking in
the abstract, but to the point. You
have not whispered it, perhaps, to
your most intimate friend; but you
see your home going away gradually
from you, and unless things change
soon it will be entirely DESTROYED.
Your grief was well depicted by q
woman, presiding at woman's meet
ing in Ohio, when her intoxicated
husband staggered up to tho plat
form, to her overwhelming mortilica-
ton and the disturbance of the
audience, and she pulled protrud
ing bottle from her husbands
pocket, and held it up before the
audience, and cried out, 'There is
the cause Of my woe! There are the
tears and the life blood of drunk
ards wife!" And then, looking up to
heaven, she said, "How long, O Lord!
how long,? and then, looking down
to the audience, cried, "Do you won
der L feel strongly on this subject?
Sisters, will you help me!' and hun
dreds OF voices responded, Yes, yes,
we will help you"
After fourteen thousand six hun
dred consecutive days of falling
manna--Smdays excepted-th man
M ceased. Some of them were glad
OF 1T. You know they had complain
ed to their leader, and wondered that
that they had to eat mamma instead
OF onions. Now the fare is changed
Those people i'll that army under
1orty years OF age never seen u corn
field, and now, when they hear the
leaves rustling and see the tasscls
way ing and the pillows of green
flowing over the plain as wind
touched them, it must have been a
new and lively sensation. "Corn!"
cucu the old man as he opened an
car. "Corn!' cried the children as
they counted the shining grains.
"Corn! shouted the vanguard of tho
host, as they burst open the graneries
OF the atlrightcd population, the
Srancrics that had been left in the
possession of the victorious Isreal-
ties. Then tho fire was kindlcd, and
the ears of corn were thrust in it,
and, fresh and crisp and tender, were
dcvourcd Of the hungry victors and
bread was prepared, and many things
that cun be made out of flour regaled
the appetites that had been sharpen
cd by the long march. "And tho
mamma ceased on tho morrow after
they had eaten of the old corn of the
land.
The iniidcl scientists Of this day
are Offering us Il different kind of
soul food: but they are, of all men,
the most miserable. l have known
many OF them, bat l never knew one
OF them who came within n thousand
miles of nbcing happy. The great
John Stuart Mill provided for him
self n new kind of porridgc; but yet,
when he comes to die, he ncEnowled-
ges that his philosophy never gave
INN any comfort in days Of bereave-
ment, and i'll Il roundabout way he
admits that his life was failure. SO
1T is with all scientists. They are
trying to live Oh telescopes and cru.%r
blcs and protoplasms, and thoH .GHorpl
us with cant, not rcqlila%;inng that there
is no such lEHttIGicrablo cant in I'LL tho
world this perpetual talk we arc
! !fleRlmg about "positive philosophy
and the "absolutc," and the "grcat
to be, and ''the everlasting no" and
''the higher unity and "thc latent
potentialitics, and the cathedral OF
the immensitics.' have been trans
lating what these men have been
writing, and have been translating
what these men have been doing
and [ will tell you whnt it all means
it means that they want to kill God
And my only wonder is that God
has not killed them. 1 have, in Other
days, tasted of their confoctions, and
| come back today and tell you there
is no nutriment Of life or health in
| anything but the bread made out Of
the old corn of the gospel. What do
[ mean by that! I mean that Christ
is the bread of life, and taking him
you live and live forever.
But, you say, corn is Of but little
practical use unless it is threshed and
ground and baked. / answer, this
gospel corn has gono through that
process. When on Calvary all the
hoofs of human scorn came down OF
the heart Of Christ, and all the fails
OF satanic fury beat Him long and
fast, was not the corn threshed !
Whom the mills of Gods Indignation
against sin caught Christ between
the upper and neither rollers, was
not the corn ground? When Jesus
descended into hell, and the flames
of the lost world wrapped Him all
about, was not the corn baked? Oh
yes! Christ is ready. His pardon all
ready; everything ready in Christ.
Are you roady for Him.
You say, THAT is such n simple
gospel !! I know it is You say
you thought religion was n strange
mixture of elaborate compounds.
No; it is so plain hat any abcccdari-
an may understand it. In its sim
Eliclty IS its power. If you could,
this morning, realize that Christ died
to save from sin and hell, not only