The Monmouth inquirer., 1890-12-04

In which Christ sailed may have been
skilfully managed when the tempest
struck It and the wild, importunate cry
went up. Lord save US or we perish !"
had all along that morning been read
ing from the New Testament the story OF
occurrences ON and around that lake.
But our Bible was closed now, and 1t
was as much as we could do to hold fast,
and wish for the land. II the winds and
the waves had continued to increase In
violence the following fifteen minutes in
the same ratio as In the arst Eve, and
we had been. still at their mercy, our
bones would have been bleaching in the
bottom OF Lake Gennesaret instead Of
our being here to tell the story.
But the Same power that rescued the
fishermen of old, to-day safely landed our
party. What Christ for rough weather.
All the sailor boys ought to fly to him as
did those Galilean mariners. All you In
the forecastle, and all you who run up
and down the slippery ratlines take to sea
with you him who with quiet word sent
the winds back through the mountain
gorges. Some Of you Jack Tars to
whom these words will come need to
stack ship" and change your course II
you are going to get across this sea OF
life safely and gain the heavenly harbor.
Belay tharel Ready about! Helm's-a-lee
Mainsaii haul
Star OF peace beam DER the bilow
Bless the soul that sfghs for thee;
Bless the sailors l,nely pillow,
Far. far at ssa.
Here at Capernaum. the Arabs having
In their arms carried US ashore to the
only place where our Lord ever had
pastorate, and we stepped amid the ruins
Of the church whore he preached again
and again and again--the synagogue
whose rich sculpturing lay there, not
as when others see it in springtime
covered with weeds and loathsome
with reptiles, but In that December
weather completely uncovered to our
agitated and intense gaze. On one stone
OF that synagogue Is the sculpturing
of pot of mama, an artistic commem-
Grafton of the tine when the Israelites
were fed by mama in the wilderness, and
to which sculpturing no doubt Christ
pointed upward while he was preaching
that sermon on this very spot in which
he said, Not as your fathers did eat
mamma and are dead he that eateth of
this bread shall live forever" Wonder
full Capernaum Scene of more miracles
than any place In oil earth Blind eyes
kindling with the morning. Withered
arms made to pulsate. Lepers blooming
into health. The dead girl reanimated.
These Arab tents which on this Decem-
Der day find In Palestine disappear, and
/ see Capernaum as it was when Jesus
was pastor of the church here. Look at
that wealthy home, the architecture, the
marble front, the upholstery, the slaves
In uniform at the doorway. 1t is the
residence of courtier of Herod, prob
ably Chuza by name, his wife Joanna, a
Christian disciple. But something is the
matter. The slaves are in great excite
ment, and the courtier living there runs
down the front steps and takes "a horse
and puts him at full run across the coun-
try. The boy of that nobleman is dying
Of typhoid fever. All the doctors
have failed to give relief. But
about five miles up the country, at
Cana, there is a divine doctor, Jesus by
name, and the agonized father has gone
for him, and with what earnestness those
can understand who have had q dying
child In the house. This courtier cries to
Christ, 'Come down ere my child die! !"
While the father is absent and at 1
O'Clock In the afternoon, the people
Watching the dying boy see change in
the countenance, and Joanna, the mother,
on one side Of his couch, says: "Why,
this darling is getting well; the fever
has broken. sec the perspiration on
his forehead. Did any OF you give him
any new kind OF medicine ?" NO" is
the answer. The boy turns on his
pillow, his delirium gone, and asks
for something to cat and says:
Where's fAther?" Oh, he has gone up
to Cana to get young doctor OF about
thirty-one years Of age.
No doctor 10 needed now In this house
at Capernaum. The people look at the
sun dial to see what time II 10, and see
It is Just past noon and o'clock. Yhen
they start out and meet the. returning
father and as soon as they come within
speaking distance they shout at the top
OF their voices: g Your boy is getting
we'll" "Is II possiblsS" says the
father. when did the change for the
better take place ?" One o'clock" is
the answer. why" says the eourtier,
that is just the hour that Jesus said to
me, Thy son liveth.' One o'clock!"
As they gather ct the evening meal
what gladness on all the countenances In
that homo ut Capernaum The mother,
Joanna, has not slept for many nights,
and she now falls offinto delightful slum-
ber The father, Chuza, the Herodian
courtier, worn out with anxiety as we'll
as By the rapid journey to and from
Cana, 10 soon in restful Inconsistencies.
Joanna was Christian before, but
warrant she was more OF . Christian
afterward. Did the father Chuza accept
the Christ who had cured his boy? Is
there In all the earth q parent SO un-
grateful for the conyalescence or resto-
ration Of an imperiled child as not to go
into a room and kneel down and make
surrender to the almighty love that came
to the rescue2
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