The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1890-02-06

! them the preference; but if you really
| think 1nat Christ is as truS ;worthy a.
t they are, then deal with him as fairly
, son. says some one in Il light way
} II believe that Christ was born in
: Bethlehem, and ] believe that he died
, on the cross" DO you believe it with
, youi head or your heart? | will illus
hato the dillereDce. You are in your
} own house. In the morning you open
newspaper, and you read how Capt.
Braveheart on the sea rislled his life
for tAo salvation Of his passengers.
lOu say: what Il gruri fellow he
must have beeu. His famii, .l"eervc
very well of the countryn you 10: |
he newspaper aud sit down at tho Ia
ole, and perhaps do not think Of that
Incident again. That is historical
faith Bat no" you are on the sea,
aud 1T IL night. and you are asleep,
and ale awakened by the shrek Of
'!irc.' You rush out on the deck
You hear. amid the wringinE Of the
hands and the faintng, the cries: mo
hope. we are lost! we are lost.n The
sail puts out lis wings Of fire, tie ropes
make :, burning ladder in the night
henV@ns, the spirit of wreck hiSScS i'm
waves, a,d on the hurricane deck
shakes out is banner Of smoke and
| darkness.
"D0wn with the life boats" cries
| the captain. "Dowu with the life
hoatsW People rush out into them.
! ]h" boats are abou! full Room only
| Tor one more man. You are standing
on the deck beside the captain. Who
shall il bo? You or the captain? The
captain says: "Nou." You Jump in
and are saved. He stands there, and
dies. Now believe that Capt. Brave
heart sacrificed himself for his pass en-
gers, but You believe il with love, with
tears, with hot and long continued OK
ciEuntt!rnS, with grictat his loss and
with JOY at your deiiverencc. THAI is
saving faith II other words, what
| you believe with all the heart, and
heiieVc in regard 10 your self ON
this hinge turns my sermon; aye. The
salvation Of your immortal soul.
! Mrs. Ilemana, Mrs. Sigourncy, DR..
| Young and almost AL the poets have
said handsome things about death.
! There is nothing beautiful about it.
! When we stand by the white and rigid
! features 0: those whom We love, and
! they give no answering pres Ssure of the
: hand, and nc returning kiss Of the liz,
NC 10 ~" want anybody poetiZing
around ;hout us. Death is loathsOme-
ness, and midnight, and the wrlngng
ct the heart until the tcudriis suaD
and cur; liz the torture unless Christ
| he vita uH. ] confess to you to an in
| finite fear. a consuming horror, Of
| death unless Christ Ee with me. I
would rather go into a cave of wild
beasts or Il Jungle Of reptiles than into
mo. Will you tell me that am to be
carried out from my bright home, and
| put away in the darkness? l cannot
| bear darkness. at the first coming of
the evening | must have the gas lit,
and the further Oh in life l get, the
more like to have my friends around
about me And am l to be put off for
| thousands Of years in dark place,
| with no Cne to speak to2 When the
holidays come, and the gifts are dis
uihutcd, shall ! add no joy to the
"McrIN Christmas' or the. "Happy
| New \ car?' All, do not point down
to Tho Aole IN the ground, the grave,
aud call it beautiful place; unless
there he some supernatural illumina-
ton, | shudder back from it, My
| whole nature revoltS at it. But now
this glorious lamp is lifted above the
grave, all the darkness is Gone and the
way IS clear. look into it row with
! out n SinGle G 3hudder. Now my ankle
| ty - act about death; my anxiety is
| That J may live Alright, for know that
! II ny life is consistent when | come TO
the last hour, and this voice is silent,
and these eyes are closed, and hands
with which beg for your eternal sal
Yation today are folded over the still
heart, that then shall only begin to
live. What power is there in anything
| to chill me in the last hour if Christ
wraps around me the skirt OF his own
garment? What darkness can fail up
on my cyelidS then, amid the heaven,
| ~ daybreak? Q death, | will not fear
thee then! Back to thy cavern Of
darkness. thou robbcr Of all tho earth.
Fly, thou despoiler of families. With
this battle axe kew thee in twain
from helmet to sandal, the voice OF
Christ sounding all over the earth,
ana through the heavens: 80 death,
Will BE thy plague. O grave, will be
| thy obstruction"
20 be saved sto wake up in the
presence Of Christ. You know when
Christ was upon earth how happy he
mad" every house he went into. and
when hc brings us up to his house
how @,reaL our glee. His voice has
m"ie music IN it. than is 20 be heard in
| tIl lac OfllOrlcS 81 eternity. Talk
not i.""nt banks dashed with eill0res-
ccii"". Jesus is the chief bloom Of
heaven. We shall SEQ the very face Of
ihat bcaned sympathy in Bethany,
and ;aSc the very hand that dropped
It's blood from the short beam Of the
cross. ., want 10 stand in eternity
with him. Toward that harbor steer
ToWard that goal | run. / shall be
satisfied when awake in his likeness
On, broken hearted mon and women,
how sweet ii will be in that good land
to pour ali your hardshipa, and be-
rcaVomcnts. and losses into The loving
ear et Christ, and then have him ex-
plain why it waE best for you to be
sick, and why il WAS best for you to be
widowed, and why il was best for ou
TO be prosecuted, and why it was bcst
for you to be tried, and nave Hin
point to an elevation proportiomato &c
your disquietude here, saying: "You
suffered with me on earth, come VI
now and be gloriiied wit me in heaV
CD.