Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1890-08-11

Christian man, are you tired of Jesus (?
If so, let us take his name out of our
Bible, and let us with pen and ink erase
that name wherever we see it. Let us
cast it out of our hymnOlogy, and let
''There is D Fountain" and Crock OF
Ages" so into forgetfulness. Let us
tear down the communion table where
we celebrate his love. Let US dash
down the baptismal bowl where we were
cOnsecrated to him. Let US hurl Jesus
from our heart, and ask some
say, go away, Jesus; I want an
other companion, another friend, than
thou art" Could you do it? The years
of your past life, aged man, would utter
a protest against it, and the graves of
your Christian dead would charge you
with being an migrate, and your little
grandchildren would say, Grandfather,
don't do that Jesus is the one to whom
we say our prayers at night, and who is to
open heaven when we die. Grandfather,
don't do that" Tired of Jesus? The
Burgundy rose you pluck from the gar
den is not so fresh and fair and beauti-
full. Tired of Jesus? AS well get weary
of the spring morning, and the voices
of the mountain runnel, and the quiet
of your own home, and the gladness of
your own children. Jesus is bread and
the appetite for that is never obliterated.
ASK HIS ADVICE.
Inotice in regard to this article of food
won 70 r 4b,.oo +iy1oc dow &c or, xrOI1r
table morning, noon and night; and if
it is forgotten you say, "Where is the
bread" Just 50 certainly you need
Jesus three times a day. Oh, do not
start out without him; do not dare to
go out of the front door; do not dare
to go off the front steps without hav
ing first communed with him! Before
noon there may be perils that will de
stroy body, mind and soul forever
You cannot afford to do without him.
You will, during the day, be amid
sharp hoOfs, and swift wheels, and dan
gerous scaffoldings threatening the
body, and traps for the soul that have
taken some who are more willy than
you When they launch a ship they
wine That is a sort of superstition
among sailors. But oh, on the launch
ing of every day, that we might strike
against it at least one earnest prayer
for divine protection! That would not
be superstition; that would be Chris
tan
Then at the apex of the day, at the
Of cfn mt
morning and night look three ways.
Look backward to the forenoon; look
ahead to the afternoon; look up to
that Saviour who presides over all. You
want bread at noon. You may find no
place in which to kneel amid the cot
ton bales and the tierces of rice; but if
Jonah could find room to pray in the
whales belly, most certainly you will
never be in such u crowded place that
you cannot pray. Bread at noon!
When the evening hour comes, and your
head is buzzing with the days engage
ments, and your whole nature is sore
from the abrasion of rough life, and
you see a great many duties you have
neglected, then commune with Christ,
asking his pardon, thanking him for
his love That would be queer even
ing repast at which there was no bread.
THE GOSPEL IS PLAIN.
This is the nutriment and life of the
plain gospel that recommend you. I
do not know how some of our ministers
make it 50 intricate and elaborate and
mystifying a thing. 1t seems as if they
no /Nf, eli
part humanitarianism, part spiritualisn,
part nothingarianism; and sometimes
you think they are building their tenn
pie out of the ''RocE of Ages, but you
find there is no rock in it at all. 1t is
stucco. The gospel is plain. 1t is
bread. There are no fogs lowering
over this river of life. All the fogs
hover over the marsh of human specu-
lation. If you cannot tell, when you
hear q man preach, whether or not he
believes in the plenary inspiration of
the Scriptures, it is because he does not
believe in it. If, when you hear a man
preach, you cannot tell whether or not
he believes that sin is Unborn, it is be-
cause he does not think it is cOngenital.
or prayer meeting, you cannot make
up your mind whether or not he be-
ieves in regeneration, it is because he
does not believe in it. If, when you
hear a man speak on religious themes,
you cannot make up your mind
whether or not he thinks the righteous
and the wicked will come out at the
iC hn I1TT
believes their destinies are contermi-
nous.
Do not talk to me about man
being doubtful about the doctrines of
grace. He is not doubtful to me at all
Bread is bread, and know it the mo-
ment [ see it. [ had cornfield which
cultured with my own hand [ did
dot ask once in all the summer, els
this corn2" I did not hunt up The
Agriculturist to get a picture of corn.
[ was born in sight of cornfield, and
I know all about it. When these Is
raelites came to Canaan and looked off
upon the fields the cry was Corn!
cornw And if a man has once tasted
of this heavenly bread he knows it
right away, He can tell this corn of
the gospel Canaan from 1.-The chaff
which the wind driveth away" bless
God so many have found this gospel
corn. 1t is the bread of which if a
man eat he shall never hunger I set
the gladness of your soul to the tunes
of "Ariel' and antioch" I ring the
wedding bells, for Christ and your soul
are married, and there is no power on
earth or in hell to get out letters of di-
vOrcement.
AGROUND AND FAR FROM HEAVEN.
But alas for the famine struck!
Enough corn, yet it seems you have no
sickle to cut it, no mill to grind it, no
fire to bake it, no appetite to eat it.
Starving to death when the plain is
golden with a magnificent harvest!
I rode some thirteen miles to see the
Alexander, a large steamship that was
beached near Southampton, Long
Island. 1t was a splendid vessel. AS
walked up and down the decks and
in the cabins I said, what a pity
that this vessel should go to pieces or
be lying here idlei" The coast wreck
ers had spent thirty thousand dollars