The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1890-08-22

CAtohbi duU bhoJ nave peoH Wy ing
TO satisfy their soul with the
chopped feed Of magazines and
newspapers. All these men are no
more happy now than before they made
th Q first thousand dollars; no more hap
Ply now than when for the first time
they saw their names favorably mem
toned. They can not analyze or de-
fine their feelings; but will tell them
what is the matter-they are hungry
for the old corn of the Gospel That
you must have, or be pinched, and wan,
and wasted, and hollow-eyed, and shriv-
eled up with an eternity of famine.
The infldel scientists Of this day are
Offering us different kind of soul food {;
but they are, of air men, the most mis-
cradle. ! have known many of them;
but / never knew one of them who
came within thousand miles of being
happy. The great John Stuart Mill
provided for himself new kind of por-
ridge; but yet, when he comes to die, he
acknowledges that his philosophy never
gave him any comfort in days Of be-
reavement and in roundabout way no
admits that his life was failure,
So it is with all infdel scien-
tistis. They are trying TO live on
telescopes, and crucibles, and proto.
plasms, and they charge us with cant
not realizing that there is no such in,
tolerable can't in all the world as thi,
perpetual talk we are hearing about
positive philosophy" and "the abso-
lutte, " and ''the great to be-" and this
everlasting no, and "the higher unity, >
and "the latent potentialities," and
'the cathedral of the immensities,
have been translating what these
men have been writing, and have been
translating what they have been doing,
and will tell you what it all means
it means that they want to kill Gedl
And my only wonder is that God has
not killed them. Ihave, in other days.
tasted of their CONNECTIONS, and come
back and tell you to-day that there is
no nutriment or life or health in any
thing but the bread made OF the old
corn OF the Gospel. What do mean by
that2 Imean that Christ is the bread
Of life, and taking Him, you live and
| live forever.
But you say, corn is of but little prac
teal use unless it is threshed and
ground and baked. I answer, this Cos.
pei corn has gone through that process.
When on Calvary all the hoofs Of human
scorn came down on the heart Of Christ
and all the fails Of satanic fury beat
Him long and fast, was not the corr
threshold When the mills of Gods in
dignation against sin caught Christ be
tween the upper and neither rollers, waS
not the corn ground? When Jesus de,
seconded into hell, and the flames Of tbs
lost world wrapped Him all about, wa:
not the corn baked? Oh, yesr Christ il
ready His pardon all ready; His peace
all ready; every thing ready in Christ
Are you ready for Him2
notice, in regard To- this article o.
food, you take it three times day. II
Is on your table morning, noon and
night; and II 1t is forgotten, you say
"Where is the bread?" Just so certain
~ you need Jesus three times day. Oh
do not start out without Him; do not dare
TO go off the front steps without hav
Ing first communed with Him
Before noon there may be peril'
that will destroy body, mind and
soul forever. You can not afford
to do without Him. You will, during
the day be amidst sharp hoofs ant
swift wheels and dangerous scaftold
ings threatening the body, and trap
for the soul who have taken some VIII,
are more willy then you. When thel
launch ship they break against thu
side OF 1t bottle of wine. That is
sort Of superstition among sailors Blu
oh, on the launching Of every day, tina
we might strike against it at least on
earnest prayer for Divine protection
That would not be superstition; tina
would be Christian
But alas for the famine-struch
Enough corn, yet 1t seem you have n,
sickle to cat it, No milb to grind it. n
fire to bake it, no appetite to eat 1T
Starving to death, when the plain i
golden with a magnificent harvest
Irode some thirteen miles to see tn,
Alexander, a large steamship that wa
beached near Southampton, Long Isl
and. 1t was splendid vessel AS
walked up and down the decks and il
the cabins said; What a pity tina
this vessel should go to pieces, or b
lying here idlew The coast-wreckers ha,
spent thirty thousand dollars trying +
get her of, and they succeeded once; bu
she came back again to the old place
While was walking on deck ever
part Of the vessel trembled with th,
beating Of the surf on one side. Sine
then heard that that vessel, whiol
was worth hundreds of thousands O
dollars, was sold for thirty five hun
dred dollars and knocked to pieces
They had given up the idea of gettin
her to sail again. How suggestive al
that is to mel Thore are those her
whn are aground In rnhrioue tbinne