Connecticut western news., 1890-01-08

and hear for herself. She could not do this by work of committee. She felt she had a soul worth 10, 900 kingdoms like Sheba, and she wanted robe richer than any woven by oriental shuttles, and she wanted a crown set with the jewels of eternity. Bring out the camels. Put on the spices. Gather up the jewels of the throne and put them on the caravan. Start now; no time to be lost. Goad on the cames.
 When I see that caravan, dust covered, weary and exhausted, trudging on across the desert and among the bandits until it reaches Jerusalem, say: "There is an earnest seeker after the truth.'' But there are great many who do not act in that way. They all want to get the truth, but they want the truth to come to them; they do not want to go to it. There are people who fold their arms and say: "1 am ready to become Christian at any time; if am to be saved shall be saved, and if am to be lost I shall be lost" But Jerusalem will never come to you; you must go to Jerusalem. The religion of the Lord Jesus Christ will not come to you; you must go and get religion. Bring out the camels; 1; put on all the sweet spices, all the treasures of the hearts affection. Start for the throne.
 Go in and hear the waters of salvation dashing in fountains all around about the throne. Sit down at the banquet-the wine pressed from the grapes of the heavenly Eshcol, the angels of God the cup bearers Goad on the camels. The Bible declares it |: s.The queen of the south''-that is, the very south shall rise up in judgment against this generation and condemn it; for she came from the uppermost parts of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon; and behold! a greater than Solomon is here." What infat- uation, the sitting down in idleness expecting to be saved. ''Strive to enter in at the straight gate. Ask. and it shall be given unto you; seek, and ye shall find: knock, and it shall be opened to yOu." Take the kingdom of heaven by violence. Urge on the camels!
 Again, my subject impresses me with the fact that religion is surprise to anyone who gets it. This story of the new religion in Jerusalem, and of the glory of King Solomon, who was 8 type of Christ-that story rolled on and on, and was told by every traveller goes on the wing of every ship and every caravan, and you know story enlarges as it is retold, and by the time that story gets down into the southern part of Arabia Felix, and the Queen of Sheba hears it, 1t must be 8 tremendous story. And yet this Queen de- so much and had her anticipations raised so high. the half-the half was not told her.
 So religion is always surprise to any one that gets it. The story of grace-an old story. Apostles preached it with rattle of chain martyrs declared it with arm of fire :; deathbeds have affirmed it with visions of glory, and ministers of religion have sounded it through the lanes, and the highways, and the chapels, and the cathedrals. It has been cut into stone with chisel, and spread on the canvas with pencil; and it has been recited in the doxolOgy of great congregations. And yet when man first came to look on the pal ace of Gods mercy, and to see the royalty of Christ, and the wealth of this banquet, and the luxuriance of his attendants, and the loveliness of his face, and the joy of his ser hoa lasyy xxyifH fno with sighs, with triumphs: "The hah-The half was not told to mew
 appeal to those who are Christians. Com pare the idea you had of the joy of the Chris tian life before you became Christian with the appreciation of that joy you have now since you have become Christian, and you are willing to attest before angels and men that you never in the days of your spiritual bondage had any appreciation of what was to come. You are ready today to answer and say, in regard to the discoveries you have made of the mercy, and the grace, and the not told mel"
 We'll, we hear good deal about the good time that is coming to this world when 1t is to be girded with salvation. Holiness on the bells of the horses. The lions mane patted by the hand of a babe. Ships of Tarshish bringing cargoes for Jesus, and the hard, dry, barren, winter-bleached, storm-scarred, thunder-split rock breaking into floods of bright water. Deserts into which drome- daries thrust their nostrils, because they were afraid of the simoon.deserts blooming into carnation roses and silver-tipped lilies. It is the old story. Everybody tells 1t. Isaiah told it, John told it, Paul told it, Ezekiel told it, Luther told it, Calvin told it, John Milton told it-everybOdy tells it; and yet-and yet when the midnight shall his great army, and China, dashing her idols into dust, shall hear the voice of God and wheel into line; and India, destroying her Juggernaut and snatching up her little child ren from the Ganges, shall hear the voice of God and wheel into line; and vine-covered nations of the earth shall hear the voice ot God and fall into line }; then the church, which has been tOiling and struggling through the centuries, robed and garlanded like . bride adorned for her husband, shall put aside her veil and look up into the face of her Lord the King and say: ''The half-the half was not told me-"
 Well, there is coming greater surprise to every. Christian--a greater surprise than anything have depicted. Heaven is an old story. Everybody talks about it.. There is hardly hymn in the hymn book that does their Sabbath School books. Aged men put on their spectacles to study it. We say it is 8 harbor from the storm. We call it home We say it is the house of many mansions We weave together all sweet, beautiful, deli cate, eXhilarant words; we weave them in. to letters, and then we spell it out in rose and lily and amaranth. And yet that place | is going to be surprise to the most intelli | gent Christian.
 | Like the Queen of Sheba, the report ha: | come to us from the far country, and many | of us have started. It is a desert march, bu | we urge on the camels. What though oul | feet be blstered with the way? We art | hastening to the palace. We take all our lOves
 and hopes and Christian ambitions, as frank l incense and myrrh and cassia, to the grea King. We must not rest. We must no
 halt. The night is coming on, and it is no
 safe out here in the desert. Urge on tn,
 cames. I see the domes against the sky, anC
 the houses of Lebanon, and the temples anG
 the gardens. See the fountains dance in tn,
 sun and the gates flash as they open to let il
 the poor pilgrims.
 send the word up to the palace that we ar, | coming, and that we are weary of the marcl
 of the desert. The King will come out ant
 say: "Welcome to the palace; bathe in these
 waters; recline on these banks. Take th | cinnamon and frankincense and myrrh anC
 put 1t upon censer and swing it before thu | altar" And yet, my friends, when beaver
 bursts upon us it will be greater surpris
 than that-Jesus on the throne, and we mad
 like him! All our Christian friends surround | ing us in glory! All our sorrows and tear
 and sins gone by forever! The thousand | and thousands, the one hundred and forty an(
 four thousand. the great multitudes that n,
 man can number, will cry, world withou
 end: "The half-the half was not told me !''
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