The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1891-06-19

and it matters not where, but some
where, provided a great Heaven, great
for quietness for those who want quiet,
great for vast Assem- blags for those
who like multitudes, great for archi-
lecture for those who like architecture,
great for beautiful landscape for those
who like beautiful landscape, great for
music for those who like music, great
for professions for those who like
armies on white horses and great for
anything that one especially desires in
such a rapturOus dominion; and through
the dOings of One who was born about
Eve miles south of Jerusalem and died
about ten minutes walk from its east
ern gate, all may enter that great
! Heaven for the earnest and heartfelt
asking. Is that all? That is all?
| What then is your work and mine?
| Our work is to persuade people to face
! that way and start thitherward and
finally go in
A peculiar patchwork quilt was dur
| ing the civil war, made by a lady and
sent to the hospitals at the front She
| had a boy in the army, and was nat
| uraliy interested in the welfare of sol
diers. But what a patchwork quilt she
sent! On every block of the quilt was
a passage OF Scripture or q verse of a
/ hymn The months and years of the
war went by. On that quilt many
wounded man had lain and suffered
| tai nurse saw patient under the blan-
| lzet kissing the figure of a leaf in the
| quilt and the nurse supposed he was
| only wandering in his mind. But no,
! he was the son of the mother who had
! made the quilt and he recognized that
! figure of a leaf as part of a gown his
mother used to wear, and it reminded
him of home. DO you know where
| this quilt came frOm?" he asked The
| nurse answered: II can find ont, for
| there was a card pinned to it,
and I Will find that" Sure
enough, it confirmed what he
| thought. Then the nurse pointed to
a passage of Scripture in the block OF
the quilt, the passage which says;
| when he was great way of his
! father saw him and ran and fell on his
| neck and kissed him. Yes, - said the
| dying soldier, 81 was a great way off,
| but God has met me and had com
| passion on me-" ''Shall I write to your
| mother and tell her the lost one is
found and the dead is alive again?" He
| answered: II wish you would If it
| would not be too much thrOuble." Do
| you suppose that woman who made that
| quilt and filed it with Scripture pas
sages had any trouble about who Mel
| chizedelx was or how the doctrine OF
Gods sovereignty can be harmOnized
| with mans free agency, or who wrote
the Pentateuch, or the Inconsistencies
| of the Nicene creed?
Good enough intention. my brother,
no doubt; but the Lord is not anxious
to have you help Him. He will keep
Don't be afraid that the Bible will fall
| apart from Inconsistencies. It hung
together many centuries before you
| were born, and your funeral sermon
| will be preached from text taken
from its undsturbed authenticity. Do
I foil
| all denominations would stop this nom
sense of ecclesiastical strife and take
hold of the Word of God, the only ques-
ton with each of us being how many
souls we can bring to Christ and in how
short a time, the Lord would soon ap-
pear for the salvation of all nations?
When the young queen of England
visited Scotland many years ago, great
preparations were made for her recep-
ton. The vessel in which she sailed
was far out at sea, but every hill in
Scotland was ilumined with bOnfres
and torches. The night was set on fire
with artificial illumination. The queen,
standing on ships deck, knew from
that that Scotland was full of heartiest
welcome and the thunder of the great
guns at Glasgow and Edinburgh castle
woke up all the echoes. Boom! they
| sounded out over the sea. Boom! they
] sounded up among the hills Do you
| know that I think our King would land
| if we were only ready to receive him?
| Why not call to Him from all our
churches, from all our hospitals, from
all our homes? Why not all at
once light all the torches Of
gospel invitatian? Why not ring
all the bells OF welcome? Why not
light up the worlds sin and suffering
with bonfires OF victory? Why not I'M
timber ali the gospel batteries, and let
them boom across the earth and boom
into the parting Heavens?
a Russian general, riding over the
battlefield, his horse treading among
the dying and dead, a wounded soldier
asked him for water, but the officer did
not understand his language and knew
= not what the poor fellow wanted
/ Then the soldier cried out: ''ChristOs, -
and that word meant sympathy and
help, and the Russian officer dismOunt-
ed and put to the lips of the sufferer a