The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1890-10-24

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and shell, as 1t went laundering down
toward the battle field. He said that
it stopped pot tor any crossing. They
put down the brakes for no grade.
They held up for noperil. The wheels
were on fire with the speed as they
dashed past. II the train did not come
up In time with the ammunition it
might as well not come at all g
So, my friends, there are times in
our lives when we must have help I'M
mediately or perish. The grace that
comes too late is no grace at all. What
you and want is a God-now. Oh,
is it not blessed to think that God is
always In such quick pursuit of his
dear children2 When a sinner seeks
pardon, or baffled soul needs help,
swifter than thrush's wing, swifter than
ptarInigans wing, swifter than fla
mingos wing, swifter than eagles wing
are the wings of the Almighty.
remark further, carrying out the
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 cyrie, and when the
eagle starts from the rock the shadow
is like the spreading of q storm cloud.
So the wings of God are broad wings.
Ruth had been under those wings in
her infantile 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 the day when she
wept over his grave; in the day when
she trudged out into the wilderness Of
poverty; in the days when she picked
up the few straws of barley dropped by
ancient custom in the way of the poor
ASSURANCE FOR THE AFFLICTED.
Oh! yes, the wings of God are broad
wings. They cover up all our wants,
all our sorrows, all our sufferings. He
puts one wing over our cradle, and He
puts the other over our grave. Yes,
my dear friends, 1t is not desert in
which we are placed, it is nest. Some
times it is very hard nest, like that OF
the eagle, spread on the rock, with
ragged moss and rough sticks, but still
is a nest; and although it may ba very
hard under us. over us are the wings Of
the Almighty. There sometimes come.
a period in ones life when he feels for
saken. You said, Everything il
against me- The world is against me
The church is against me. No sym
pathy, no hope. Everybody that come
near me thrusts at me. l wonder |
there is a God, anyhow
Everything seems to be going slip
shod and at haphazard. There doe
not seem to be any hand on the helm
Jobs health fails. David's Absalon
gets to be reprobate. Martha's broth
er dies. Abraham's Sarah goes int
= the grave of Machpelah. "Woe wortl
Y the day in which was born!' has sai'
many a Christian. David seemed t
t scream out in his sorrow, as he said
D 'Is his mercy clean gone forevera An
Q will he be favorable no more9 An
a hath he in anger shut up his tende
! merciesr" Job, with his throat swolle
Y and ulcered until he could not eve
n swallow the saliva that ran into h
s mouth, exclailns: "How long befoI
8 thou wilt depart from me and leay
:. me alone, that | may swallow dow
l. INV splitter" Have there never bee
J. times in your life when you envie
n those who were buried? When yo
e longed for the gravedigger to do h
l. work for you2 Oh. the faithlessness
|! the human heart! Gods wings a
n broad, whether we know it or not"
e Sometimes the mother bird go
n away from the nest, and it seems vel
re strange that she should leave the Gallo
g. young. She plunges her beak into Il
j. bark of the tree, and she drops into Il
If grain field and into the chaff at Il
lg barn door. and into the furrow of Il
es plough boy. Meanwhile, the birds
d the nest shiver and complain and C,
IS and wonder why the mother bird do
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so food. After a while there is a whirr
wings. and the mother bird stands
ty the edge of the nest. and the little on
8. open their mouths. and the food
a dropped in; and then the old bi
Up spreads out her feathers and all
IN peace. So, sometimes. God leaves I
Id He goes off to get food for our sol
es and then he comes back after a VIII
he to the nest and says, Open thy nou
it wide and will fill it." and he Dire
of into it the sweet promises of his graz
n and the love of God is shed abro
If and we are under his wings-the bro
lift wings of the Almighty.
tn THERE is ROOM FOR ALL
ny Yes. they are very broad There
ny room under those wings for the sixte
en- hundred millions of the race. You s;
In do not get the invitation too large,
Ike there is nothing more awkward than
in have more guests than accommo
en- tons" know it, The seamen's frie
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