Sharp County record., 1890-03-27

1ou What is that? ConfGo lce' II
these people whom you trust day by uao ,o
are more worthy than Christ II 'noy 90 w.
uaoro -" faithful than Christ, If they ha'o
done more than Christ ever dia' Vhen
Give them the preference; but II you
really think that Christ is as 'II3u IIi,,,
worthy as they are, then deal WIN Il III
"0b,@ ) SAYS some one in light way,
so believe that Christ was porn ,,da IA
PotbIcbem, and l believe that lie dleo
" No W Won believe it with your head or
ronr heart? will illustrate the diner
ence, You are in your own house. III
tbe morning you open newspaper "n" a
Won read how Captain Brayehe"rI on W
Tho sca risked his life for the Salyatioh
Of his passengers. You say; -" haT d
Grand fellow he must have been! HIS
family deserves very well of the coun-
trvn You fold the newspaper and SlI
down at the table, and perhaps 40 hoO
think of that incident again IhaV Is
historical faith. But now you are on
-tbp sea- and it is night, and you are
asleep, and are awakened by the shrek
of
"Fire!"
You rush out on deck. You hear
amid the wringing of the hands and tne
fainting, the cries: 80,
mo hope. We are lost! we are lo9C'
The sail puts out its wings of fire, the
rones make burning ladder in the
nigbS heavens, the spirit of wreck misses
in the waves, and on the hurricane deck
shakes Quits banner of smoke and dark
ness.
"Down with the life-boats" cries the
captain. "Down with the life-boatS.
People rush into them. The boats are
about full. Room only for one more
man. You are standing on the deck be-
side the captain. Who shall it be? You
or the captain? The captain says;
"You."
You Jump and are saved. lie STANDS
there and dies, Now, you believe that
Captain Brayeheart sacrificed himself
for his passengers, but you believe 1t
with love, with tears, with hot and
long-continued eXclamations, with grlet
at his loss and joy at your deliyerance'
That is saving faith. In other words
what you believe with all the heart
and believe in regard to yourself. On
this hinge turns my sermon; aye, the
salvation Of your immortal soul.
You often 60 across bridge you know
nothing about. You do not know who
built the bridge, you do not know what
material it is made Of; but you come tc
it. and walk over it, and ask no ques
tions. And here is an arched bridge,
blasted from the Rock of Ages, and
built by the Architect of the whole
universe, spanning the dark gulf be-
tween sin and righteousness, and al
God asks you is to walk across it; and
you 90 little way on and you stop, and
you fall back and you experiment. 4oI
SAY:
How do know that bridge will hold
me?"
Instead of marching on with firm
step, asking no questions, but feeling
that the strength of the eternal God Is
under you. o, was there ever prize
offered so cheap as pardon and HeaveI
are offered to you? For how much? A
million dollars? 1t is certainly worth
more than that But cheaper than thai
you can have it. Ten thousand dol,
lars? Less than that One dollar:
Less than that. One farthing? Less
than that. "IYithout money and with
out price" No money to pay. No jour
ney to take. No spenance to suffer
Only just one decisive action of the
soul,
Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou
shalt be saved.
Shall try to tell you what it is to be
saved? l can not tell you. No man, nc
angel can tell you. But | can hint at it.
For my text brings me up to this point
''Thou shalt be saved" 1t means hap,
py life here, and peaceful death and a
blissful eternity. 1t is grand thing tc
20 to sleep at night and to get up in
IT, e morning, and to do business all day
feeling that all is right between my
heart and God. No accident, no sick
ness, no persecution, no peril, no sword
can do me any permanent damage.
am forgiven child of God, and He is
bound to see me through. The mount
aims may depart, the earth may burn
the light of the stars may be blown out
by the blast of the Judgment hurricane
but life and death, things present ant
things to come, are mine. Yea, further
than that-it means peaceful death.
Mrs. Hcmans, Mrs. Sigourney, DR.
Young and almost all the poets have
said handsome things about death
There is nothing beautiful about it
When we stand by the white and rigi(
features of those we love, and they give
no answering pressure of the hand, an(
no returning kiss of the lip, we do no
want any body poetizing around about
u.s. Death is loathsomeness and mid
night, and the wringing of the hear
until the tendrils snap and cur
in the torture unless Christ be