The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1891-02-06


you have not the courage to- lay Il on
the shelf or table take that Bible that
was given TO you by some loved one,
take & ont Of the trunk and lay Sc
down on the bottom Of the
chair then zBeel down beside IL
and read and pray and pray and read
until all yOur disturbance is gone, and
YOU feel that peace which neither earth
nor hell can rob you of. Thy fathers
God thy mothers God waits for thee
o Young man Escape for thy lifeF7
Escape noyvE One thing thou laclrestg7
But / apply this subject to the aged
not many here. Not many in any as
semblage. People do not live to get old
That is the general rule. Here and
there an aged man in the house. I tell
YOU the truth You have lived long
enough in this world to know that il
can not satisfy an immortal nature. I
must talk to you more reverentially
than do to these other people, while
at the same time speak with great
plainness- o, father OF the weary step,
0, mother, bent down under the all
ments OF life, has thy God ever fOrsalCeu
thee? Through all these years, who
has been your best friend?
Seventy years of mercies? Seventy
years of food and clothing! o, how
many bright mornings! How many
glorious evening hours have you seen!
o, father, mother, God has been very
good to you. Do you feel it? Some of
you have children and grandchildren;
the former cheered your young life, the
latter Irvine your gray locks in their
tiny fingers. Has all the goodness that
God has been making pass before you
produced no change in your feelings,
and must it be said of you, nOtwith-
standing all this; lone thing thou
1acbest?''
I must make application of this sub
iect, also, TO those who are prOspered.
Have you, my friends, found that dol
lars and cents are no permanent cOnsO-
latiOn to the soul? You have large
worldly resources, but you have no
treasures in Heaven? Is an mbrOid-
cred pillow all that you want to put
your dying head on? You have heard
people all last week talk about earthly
values. Hear a plain mans tale about
the heavenly. Do you not know it will
be worse for you, o, prOspered man, if
you reject Christ, and reject him finally
that it will be worse for you than
those who had it hard in this world, be-
cause the contrast will make the dis
cOmfiture so much more appalling?
I must make my application to an
other class of peTsOns-the poor. When
you cannot pay your rent when due,
have You nobody but the landlord to
talk to? When the -four has gone out
OF the DtArEets ana you nave nOJ ~ cents
with which to go to the bakery, and
your children are Juggling at your dress
for something to eat, have you nothing
but the worlds charities to appeal TOT
| When winter comes, and there are nc
Goals, and the ash barrels have no more
cinders, who takes care of you? Have
/ you nobody but the Overseer of the
poor? But L preach to you a poor
mans Christ. If you do not have in
/ the winter blankets enough to cover you
/ IN the night, 1 want to tell you of Him
who had not where to lay his head. Il
/ you lie on the bare floor, I ant to tell
| you of Him who had for a pillow a hard
cross and whose fOot-bath was the
streaming blood OF his own heart. O.
! you poor man! o, you poor woman
| Jesus understands your case altogether
If you have ever been on the sea, yOu
| have been surprised in the first vOy age
| to find there are 50 few sails in sight
/ Sometimes you go along two, three
| four, five, six and seven days and do no
see a single sail; but when a vessel doe:
| come in sig hit, the sea glasses are lifted
to the eye, the vessel is watched, and /
| it comes very near, the captain, through
! the trumpet, cries loudly across the
water: whittier bOund?''
So you and meet on this sea of life
| We come and we go. Some of US have
never met before. Some of us vii
/ y
across the sea, and with reference T.
the last great day, and with referenc,
to the two great words, I cry across thu
| water: WHITTIER bound? Whithe1
! bOund?'' 1 know what service tina
craft was made for, but hast tbol
thrown overheard the compass? L
there no helm to guide it2 Is the shiI
at the mercy OF the tempest? Is Their
no gun of distress booming through
the storm? With priceless treasures
with treasures aboard worth more thar
all the Indies-wilt though never com,
up out of the trough of the sea? o
Lord. lay hold OF that man! Son o
God, if Thou vert ever needed any
where, Thou art needed here. Their
are so many sins TO be psrdOned. Their
are so many wounds to be healed
There are so many souls to be saved
Help, Jesusi Help, Holy Ghost! Help
ministering angels from the throne
Help, all sweet memories OF the past
Help, all prayers for our future deliv
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