The weekly messenger. [volume] (St. Martinsville [i.e. St. Martinville] La.) 1886-1948, 1890-10-11

III al tlils COuuITS IN 1912
century there was the Gospel preacbei Ia
great deal of IL produced no result. rSu as
God harnessed wild panic TO a barrow =,
commercial disaster, ami That harrow -.
down Wall street and up Wall street d'a'
Third street and up Third street, down Sen Sen
street and up State street, until tina whass
land was torn to pieces as it never had ZIG
before. What followed the harrows
great awakening in which there were s01 ga "a
souls brough into the kingdom of our o.s
NO harrow, no crop.
Again / remark, in grace rs in tba o..
there must be reapiny. Many Christiaua
speak or religion as thou III it war;
matter OF econ 1mici or insurance Tb.s
expect To reap in the next world Oh ~,
Now is the time to reap. Gather nm w. W.
joy OF the Christian religion this morni"S
this afternoon, this night. If You have n',,
as much grace as you would like To h.n"'
thank God for what you have and Nc,
for more. You are no worss enslave1 fhsJJ
Joseph, no worse trouble than was Dsva'
no worse scourged than was Paul Vs.
amid the rafting of letters, and ami
the gloom of dungeons. and amid thu
the grace of God. The weakest m.n
here has 800 acres Of spiritual JOY all rins
Why do you not so and reapit, You hay.
been groaning over your intirmties fos
thirty years. Now give one round shout ovs.
your emancipation. You say You have il N
hard: vcN might have it worse. You wonds
WY this great cold trouble kes2s reyolyina
through your soul, turning and turning. kH
ablack hand on the crank. All, that tronbis
sthe grindstone on which you are to sharps
rour sickle. To the fields! Wake uni Tsfs
e your green soectacles your blue specta.
Sies, You uie~. sYectacies. run up the cm
oers OK your mouth as far as you null then
down. To the fields! Reap. reap
=, Again l remark, in grace as in farmin,
there is a time for threshing. | tell vo,
bluntly that is death. Just as a farmer NJ
the wheat out Of the straw so death beats -
soul out Of the body. Every sickness is :
stroke OF the fail. and the sickbod il tn
threshing hoor: What, say you, is death 70
good man only taking the wheat cut Of tbs
straw! That is all. An aged man has fallen
asleep. Only yesterday you saw him. IN tn
sunny porch playing with his grandchildren
Calmly he received the message to leave tn
world. He bade pleasant goOd-by to his al
friends. The telegraph carries the tidino.
and on swift rail trains the kindred coma
wanting once more to look on the face al
dear old grandfather. Brush back the grav
hairs from his brow it will never ache again.
put him away in the slumber of the tomb.
DE will not be afraid of that night. Grand,
father was never afraid of anything. ia
will rise in the morning of the resurrection.
Grandfather was always tho first to riza
His voice has already mingled in the doxoI
ogy OF heaven. Grandfather always did
nng in church. Anything CHASTITY in that'
No. The threshing of the wheat out of the
straw. That is ali.
The Saviour folds q lamb in His bosom.
The little child filled all the house with her
music and her toys are scattered all up and
DOWN the stairs just as she left them. What
Il the hand that plucked four o'clocks out o(
the meadow is still? 1t will wave the eternal
triumph. What il the voice tlat made m6
nc In the home is still. II will sing the
sternal hosanna. Put white rose in ono
aand ana a req rose IN rne orner mana. and
. wreath Of orange blossoms on the brow;
the white flower for the victory, the red
flower for the Saviour's sacrifice, the orange
blossoms for her marriage day. Anything
CHASTITY about that? Oh, no. The sun went
down and the flower shut. The wheat
threshed out of the straw. '.Dear Lord
give me Sleep" said a dying boy, the son Of
one Of my elders; Dear Lord, give Inc
sleep" And he closed his eyes and awoke in
glory. Henry ". Longfellow, writing let
Ter Of coincidence to those parents said:
Those last words were beautifully poetic:
HDeir Lord, give me Sleep"
Twas not In cruelty, not 10 wrath
That the reaper came that day;
Twas an angel that visited the earth
And took the flower away.
So it may be with &s when our work Is al
lone. Dear Lord, give me sleep"
l have one more thought to present. ]
have spoken OF the blowing, OF the sowing,
II the narrowing, Of the reaping, Of the
,hFeshing. l must now speak moment Of
he garnering.
Where is the garner. Need tell you, Oh.
40. So many have gone out from your OVID
from your own family-that
Vcu have had your eyes on that garner fo
many year. What . hard time some Of
hem had! In Gethsemanes of suffering they
sweat great drops of blood. They took the
cup or rremunng- anu rney put ft 10 cNel
1ot lips and they cried: IF it be possible
ct this cup pass from me-" With tongues
II burning agony they cried: 20 Lord, dc
liver my soulp But they got over it. They
Ill got over it. Garuered! Their tears wiped
away; their battles all ended-ther bur
lens lifted. Garneredi The Lord Of the
harvest will not allow those sheaveS +
oerisn In the equinox. Garnered! Soms
II US remember, OF the farm, that thu
heaveS were put on the top of the rack
which surmounted the wagon, and theA
'heaves were piled higher and higher, and
tter while the horses started for ths
barn; and these sheaves swayed to and fr
n the wind, and the old wagon creaket
md the horses made a struggle and pulled
% hard the harness came up in loops
sather on their backs, and when the front
vheel struck the elevated floor of the barn
It seemed as if the load would 60 no fartbe.
until the workmen gave . great shout, ant
then with one last tremendous strain the
horses pulled in the load; then they were I'm
harnessed and forkful after forkful Of grain
Tell into the NOW. Oh, my friends. our get
Ting into heaven may be a pull, . hard pull,
. very hard pull; but these sheaves an
bound to go in The Lord of the harvea
has promised it. I see the load at last com
ing in the door Of the heavenly garner. Tn
sheaves Of the Christian soul sway TO and IN
in the wind Of death, and the old body creah
under the Load, and as the load strikes thu
6OOr IF tho celestial a III III