Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1890-02-28

prayers? Show me where it is you are &C
customeG 70 kneel. The sky is black with
the coming deluge. Is your family inside or
outside OF the ark 1t is a sad thing for a
man to eject Christ; but TO lie down in the
night OF sin, across the path to heaven. 50
that his family come up and trip over
him-that is terrific. Il i a sad
thing for a mother TO reject Christ;
but 10 gather her family around h,r.
and then take them by the hand and lead
them out into paths of worldlness. away
from God and Heaven. Alas, alas YOU
owe 70 your children. Oh, father, oh, mother.
more than food, more than clothing,
more than shelter-you owe them the exam
pie OF a pray erful, ConSccrated, pronoUucevi.
out-and- out Christian life. i on cannot
afford TO keep it away from them.
Now, As 1 stand here, you do not see any
hands OutStretChed toward me and vet there
are hands on my brow and hands on both my
shoulders. They are hands OF parental bene-
diction. 1t Is quite a good many years ago
now since We folded those hands as they began
the last sleep on the banks OF the Rari;an
in the village cemetery; but those hands are
stretched out toward me today. AMI they
are just as warm and they are just rs gentle
as when / sat on her knee at five years OF
age. And l shall never shake off those
hands do not want 10. They H. e helped
me 80 much a thousand times already and
do not expect to have trouble or a trial
between this end my grave where III -. hands
Will not help me I was not a very Sni.D-
did home as the world calls II hur
we had a family Bible there well worn hv
tender peruSal; and there was a family altar.
there where we knelt mornin- ana nirht.
ana there was a holy SABBATH there AMI
stretched in straight line or hung I'm looms
on teStOOnS, there was u scarlet sn.
III the window. Oh, the tender rr-.-
IouS. blessed memory OF Christian
home! Is that the impression you
are making upon your children, When y.u
are dead-and it will not be long before voI
are-when you are dead, will your child say.
IF there ever was a good Christian father,
mine was one. If there ever was a god
Christian mother mine was one
Still further, we want this scarlet lin" OF
the text drawn across the window OF our
prospects. To-day, my friends, we sit III the
window of earthly prospects, and we look 1T
toward the hills of heaven and the Landscape
of eternal beauty. God has opened the Win
dow for us, and we look out We now only
get dim outline of the inhabitants. We now
only here and there catch note Of the x.
quisite harmony
But blessed be God for this scarlet lhe "A
the window. That tells me that the blood #
Christ bought that home for my soul, aud |
shall go there when my work Is done. And
as put my hand on that scarlet line, every
thing in the future hrightens.
If from this window of earthly prospects
we can almost our loved ones who went
away, then from their towers of light |
think they can fully see US. And so wave
them the glory and l wave them tn. 10y
and l say: Have you got through with all
your trOubeS% and their voices answer:
God hath wiped away all tears from our
eyes l say: is it as grand up there a.
you thought it would be;' and the voices all.
Swer: Eye hath not seen nor ear heard.
neither hath it entered into the heart IF
man, the things which God hath prepared
for those that love Him" I say: "D1
you nave any more struggle for
bread" and they answer: 1--WE hunger no
more we thirst no more" And / say.
OF the golden city" and they answer:
There is no death here" And / look ugt
through the heavens, and | say "Whera do
you get your light from nights, and what 10
you burn III the temples and they answer.
There is no night here, and we have no
need of candle or of star" And say: .Wla, ,
book do you sing out OFF, and they
answer: ''The Hallelujah Chorus" And I
say: In the splendor and magnfcence If
the city, don't you ever get Lost?' and they
answer: The Lamb which is i'm the midst
of the throne leadeth US to living fountains If
water"
how near they seem. Their wings-do
you not feel them? Their harps-do v0uuat
hear them? And all that through the win
dow OF our earthly prospects, across which
Stretcheth the scarlet line. Be that my cho5r.
color forever. Is it too glaring for You.
Do you like the blue because it reminds yoI
OF the sky or the green because 1T makes you
think of the foliage, or the black because 1t
has i'll it the shadow of the night? Itak, the
scarlet because it shall make me think Of the
price that was paid for my soul. . the
blood: the blood. the blood OF the Lamb Of
God that taketh away the sin Of the world l
see where you are. You are at the crossroads.
The next step decides everything. Pause before
you take it; but do not pause too long. /
hear the blast Of the trumpet that wakes the
dead. Look out! Look out! For in that
day, and in our closing moment on earth.
better than any other defence or barrlrai".
however high or broad or stupendou- ",I'
be the little, thin scarlet thread in the VIII
dow