The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1890-11-20

than famingos wing, swifter than
eagles wing, are the wings of the AL
mighty.
remark, further. carrying out tho
idea of my text that the wings under
which Ruth had come to trust were
very broad wings. There have been
eagles shot on the Rocky mountains
with wings that were seven feet from
tip to tip. When the king of the air sits
on the crag, the wings are spread over
all the eaglets in the eyrie, and when
the eagle starts from the rock the
shadow is like the spreading of storm
cloud. So the wings of God are broad
wings, Ruth had been under those
wings in her ihfantile days, in the days
of her happy girlhood in Moab; in the
day when she gave her hand to Mahlon,
in her first marriage; in tho day when
she wept over his grave; in the day
when she trudged out into the wilder
ness of poverty; in the day when she
picked up the few straws of barley
dropped by ancient custom in the way
of the poor
Oh! yes, the wings of God are broad
wings. They cover all our wants, all
our sorrows, all our sufferings He puts
one wing over our cradle and He puts
the other wing over our grave. Yes,
my dear friends, it is not desert iii
which we are placed; it is a nest.
Sometimes it is very hard nest like
that of the eagle, spread on the rCck,
with ragged moss and rough sticks, but
still is nest; and, alth ough it may be
very hard upon his, over us are the
wings of the Almighty. There some-
times comes q period in ones life when
he feels overtaken. You said! Every
thing is against me. The world is
against me. The church is against
me. No sympathy; no hope. Every
body that comes near me thrusts ut me.
l wonder if there is God, anyhow
Every thing seems to be going slipshod
| and at haphazard. There does not seem
to be any hand on the helm. Jobs
| health fails. David's Absalom gets to
be reprobate. Martins brother dies.
Abraham's Sarah goes to the grave of
Macbpelah. Woe worth the dav in
which l was born?" has said many
| Christian. David seemed to scream
| out in his sorrow, as he said:
''ls His mercy clean gone forever? And
will He be favorable no more? And hath
He in anger shut up His tender merc.es?"
Job, with his throat swollen and Ill
cered until he could not even swallow
the saliva that run into his mouth, ex-
claimss "How long before Thou wilt de-
part from me, and leave me alone that
| may swallow down my spittle?" Have
there never been times in your life
when you enVied those who were
buried? When you longed for the
grave-digger to Go his work for you?
Oh, the faithlessness of the human
heart! Gods wings are broad, whether
we know it or not.
Sonnet times the mother bird goes away
from the nest and it seems very
strange that she should leave the call
low young. She p1unges her 5eals into
the bark of the tree, and she drops into
the grain field, and into the chaff at
the barn door, and into the furrow of
the plowboy. Meanwhile the birds in
the nest SILVER, and complain and call,
and wonder why the mother bird does
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food. After awhile there is a
whirr of wings, and the mother
bird stands on the edge of the
nest, and the little ones open their
mouths, and the food is dropped in, and
then the old bird spreads out her feath-
ers and all is peace. So, sometimes,
God leaves US. He goes off to get food
for our soul; and then He comes back
after awhile to the nest and says:
open thy mouth wide and | will fill
it," and He drops into it the sweet prom
Uses of His grace, and the love of God
is shed abroad, and we are under His
wings--the broad wings of the AL
mighty.
Yes; they are very broad. There is
room under those wings for the sixteen
hundred millions of the race. You say:
do not get the invitation too large, for
there Is nothing more awkward than to
have more guests than accommoda-
tons" l know 1T The Seaman's
Friend Society is inviting all the
sailors. The Tract Society is inviting
all the destitute. The Sabbath-schools
are inviting all the children. The
Missionary Society is inviting ali
the heathens. The printing presses
of the Bible Societies are going night
and day, doing nothing but printing in
vitations to this great Gospel banquet.
And are you not afraid that there will
be more guests than accommodations?
No! All who have been invited will
not half fill up the table of Gods sup
ply. There are chairs for moro. There
are cups for more. God could with one
} feather of His wing cover up all those
} who have come; and when He spreads out
both wings, they cover all the earth and
J all the heavens. Ye Israelites, who
t went through the Red Sea, come under!
T Ye multitudes who have gone into
} glory for the last six thousand years,
come under! Ye hundred and forty and
four thousand, and the thousands of
, thousands, come under! Ye flying
: cherubim and archangei, fold your
pinions, and come under And vet
there is room! Ay! if God would have
all the space under His wings occupied,
he must make other worlds, and people
them with other myriads. and have