The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1890-02-05


hem, and believe that He died on the
cross" Do you believe it with your
head or your heart? will illustrate
the difference. You are in your own
house. In the morning you open new
paper and you read how Captain Brave
heart on the sea risked his life for the
salvation of his passengers. You say:
"What a grand fellow he must have
been His family deserves very we'll Of
the country" You fold the newspaper
and sit down at the table, and perhaps
do not think Of that incident again.
That is historical faith.
But now you are on the sea, and it is
night, and you are asleep, and are
awakened by the shrek Of "Fire!'
You rush out on the deck. You hear,
amid the wringing of the hands and the
fainting, the cries. ''No hope! We are
lost! We are lost" The sail puts out
its wings of fire, the ropes make burn
spirit of wreck Kisses in the waves, and
on the hurricane deck shakes out its
banner of smoke and darkness. "Down
with the life-boats" cries the Captain.
down with the life-boats!' People
rush into them. The boats are about
full. Room for only one more man.
You are standing on the deck beside the
Captain? Who shall it be? You or the
Captain? The Captain says: "You!"
You jump and are saved. He stands
there and dies. Now, you believe that
Captain Braveheart sacrificed himself for
his passengers, but you believe it with
love, with tears with hot and long con-
tinued EXPLANATIONS, with grief at his
loss, and with JOY at your deliverance.
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.
1t is a grand thing to go to sleep at
night, and to get up in the morning, and
to do business all day feeling that all is
right between my heart and God. No
accident, no sickness, no persecution, no
peril, no sword can do me any perma-
nent damage. I am forgiven child Of
God, and He is bound to see me through.
He has sworn He will see me through.
The mountains may depart, the earth
may burn, the light of the stars may be
blown out by the blast of the Judgment
hurricane; but the life and death, things
present and things to come are mine.
Yea, further than that-it means a
peaceful death.
Mrs. Hemans, Mrs. Sigourney, DR..
Young and all the poets have said hand
some things about death. There is
nothing beautiful about it. When we
stand by the white and rigid features Of
those whom we love, and they give no
answering pressure of the hand, and no
returning kiss of the lip, we do not want
any body poetizing around about us.
, Death is loathsomeness, and midnight
and the wringing of the heart until the
/ tendrils snap and curl in the torture un-
, less Christ be with us. confess to you
an infinite fear, consuming horror of
death unless Christ shall be with me. /
would rather go down into cave
, of wild beasts or Jungle of reptiles
} than into the grave, unless Christ goes
, with me. VIII you tell me that am to
t DE carried out from my bright home, and
, put away in the darkness? l can not
bear darkness. AT the first coming of
the evening must have the gas lit,
| and the further on in life l get, the
) more | like to have my friends around
| about me. And am to be put off for
, thousands Of years in dark place, with
t no one to speak to? When the holidays
t come, and the gifts are distributed
: shall | add no joy to the merry Christ
, mas or the Happy NewYear?' All,
do not point down to the hole in the
J ground, the grave, and call it a beautiful
place. Unless there be some super
| natural illumination, | shudder back
| from it. My whole nature revolts at it
| But now this glorious lamp is lifted
} above the grave, and all the darkness il
gone, and the way is clear. | look int
: 1T now without a single shudder Now
, my anxiety is not about death; my
anxiety is that may live Alright, for
r know that if my life is consistent whel
2 I come to the last hour, and this voice i.
3 silent, and these eyes are closed, ant
Q these hands with which beg for YOU
a eternal salvation to-day are folded ovel
r the still heart, that then I shall onl,
n begin to live. What power is there il
: any thing to chill me in the last hour i
= Christ wraps around me the skirt of Hi
Q own garment? What darkness can fall
n upon my eyelids then amid the heaven
/. ly daybreak? Oh, death, will not fea
: thee then. Back to thy cavern of dark
t ness, thou robber of all the earth. Fly
u thou despoiler of families. With thi
t battle-axe | hew thee in twain from
r helmet to sandal the voice of Chris
. sounding all over the earth an,
o through the heavens: "Oh, death,
=? will be thy plague. Oh, grave, vii
Q be thy destruction" To be saved is T.
/ wake up in the presence of Christ. Yo
Q know when Jesus was upon earth no,
Y happy He made every house He went in
:, to, and when He brings us up to His hous
+ how great our glee. His voice has NOR
r music in it than is to be heard in al! tn
n oratorios of eternity. Talk not abou
;, the banks dashed with efflorescence
/? Jesus is the chief bloom of Heaven. w
It shall see the very face that beamed sym
: pathy in Bethany and take the very han
$ that dropped its blood from the shor
t eternity with Him. Toward that harbo
: steer. Toward that goal run.
r shall be satisfied when awake in Hi