The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1890-08-29


severance of the saints" "Well. now
tell me what YOU do believe 2" "WCH,
| don't believe in the eternal punish
mcnt OF the wicked" Their religion Is a
row OF cvphcrs. Believe something aud
teach il; or. to rvsumc the figure of my
text. scatter abroad the right kind of
seed.
A minister in New York preached a
sermon calculated to set the denomina-
tions of Christians quarrclinG. He was
sowing ncttlcs. a minister in Boston
advertised that he would preach a SER
mon on the superiority of oftransccndental
and organized forces To untranscendental
and unorganiZcd forces. What was he
SOWING? The Lord jesus Christ nine
teen centuries ago planted tho divine
seed of doctrine. Ii spran% up. On one
side of the stalk arc all the churches of
Christcndom. On the other side of the
stalk are all the free governments of the
earth, and on the top there shall be a
towering millennium after awhile. All
from the Gospel seed ofdoctrinc. Every
word that Il parent, or Sabbath-schoOl
teacher, or city missionary, or other
Christian worker speaks for Chrlstcomes
up. Yea, 1t comes up with compound
intcrcst-yOu saving ono soul, that one
saving ten, the ten 4 hundred, the hun
dred Il thousand. the thousand ten thous-
and, the ten thousand one hundred
thousaud--on, on forever.
Again, | remark, in grace us in the
farm there must be 4 narrowing. l re-
fer now not to Il harrow that goes over
the field in order to prepare the ground
for the seed, but harrow which goes
owes after the seed is sOwn, lest tho birds
pick up the seeds, sinking it. down into
the Garth SO that it can take root. There
arc new kinds of harrow, but the harrow
as remember it was made OF bars of
wood nailed across each other, and-thc
untlcrsidc of each bar was furnished with
sharp teeth, and when the horses were
hitched to it it went tearing and lcaping
across the field. driving the seed down
into the earth until it sprung up Ill the
harvest. Bereavement, sorrow, perse-
cutlon arc the Lords harrOws to sink
the Gospel truth into your heart. There
were truths that you heard thirty years
ago, that have not affected you until re-
Gently. Some great trouble came over
YOU, and tho truth was narrowed in, and
it has come up. What did God mean i'll
this country in 1857? For Il century
there was the Gospel preached, but 4
great deal of it prodnccdno result. Then
God harncsscd wild panic to-a harrow
of commercial disaster, and that harrow
went down Wall street and up Wat
street, down Third street and up Third
street, until the whole land was torn to
RjsS@ j}f ih1tRRaa RRaafnfG0@g fnfG0@Sg "HI', great @ awaken
ing in which there were 100000 souls
brought into the kingdom of our Lord.
No harrow, no crop.
Again, l remark, in grace as in the
farm there must be a rcaping. Many
Christians speak of religion as tn )uyh it
were 4 matter ofeconomics or insurance.
They expect to reap in the next world.
Oh, no! Now is the time to reap.
Gather up the Joy of the Christrian re-
ligion this morning, this afternoon, this
night. If you have not rs mach grace
as you would like to have, thank God
for what you have, and pray tor more.
You arc no worse cnslavcd than Joseph,
no worse troubled than was Dayid. no
worse scOurGcd than was Paul. Yet,
amid the rattling Offctters, and amid the
gloom of dungeons, and amid the horror
Of shlpwreCk. they triumphed in the
grace of God. The weakest man here
has 500 acres of spiritual JOY all ripe.
Why do you not go and reap it? You
horo been Srooning ovor your infrniitiee
for thirty years. Now give one round
shout over your emancipation. You say
you have it 50 hard; you might have it
worse. You wonder why this great
cold trouble keeps revolving through
your soul, turning and turning, with Il
black hand on the crank. All, that
trouble is the grindstonc on which you
are to sharpen Your sickle. TO the
fields! Wake up! Take of your green
spcctaclcs. your blue spcctaclcs, your
black spcctaclcs. Pull up the corners of
down. TO the fields! Reap! reap!
Again, remark, in grace rs in farm
ing, there is time for thrcshing. tell
you bluntly that is death. Just as Il
farmer beats the wheat out Of the straw,
so death beats the soul out of the body.
Every sickness is stroke of the fail. and
the sickbcd is the thrcshing floor. What.
say you, is death to good man, only
taking the wheat out of the straw. That
is all. An aged man has fallen asleep.
Only ycstora',y you saw INN III ni~ s....
ny porch, playing with his grand-child-
rcn. Sttllllly llc lCSCiNCu tiiC iiCsStSC
to leave this world. He badc Il pleas
ant good-by to his old friends. The tel
cyraph carries the tidings, and on swift
the kindred come, wanting
once moro to look on the face of dear
old grandfather. Brush back the gray
hairs from his brow: 1t will never ache
again. Put him away in the slumbcr of
the tomb. He will not be afraid of that
night. Grandfather was never afraid Of
anything. He will rise in the morning
of the resurrection. Grandfather was
always the first to rise. His voice has
already mingled in the doXology of hcav.
ell. Grandfather always did sing in
church. Anything CHASTITY in that? No.
The thrcshlng of wheat out of the straw.
That is all.
The Saviour folds 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 rs she left
them. What if the hand that pluckcd
four o'clocks out OF the meadow is still?
1t will wave the eternal triumph. What
if the voice that made music in the home
is still? twill sing the eternal hosanna.