The Forrest City times., 1891-06-19

wered, "I can find out, for there was card pinned fast to it, and l will find that."j Sure enough, it confirmed what he thought. Then the nurse pointed to passage of Scripture in the block of the quilt, the passage which says:
 "When he was yet a great way off his father saw him and ran and fell on his
 neck and kissed him." "Ies," said the daying soldier, "I was great way off, but God has met me and had com passion on me-" ''Shall 1 write to your mother and tell her that the lost one is found and the dead is alive again?" He answered, "I wish you would, if it would not be too much trouble" Do you suppose that woman who made that quilt and filled it with Scripture passages had any trouble about who Melchizedelx 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? No, no; go to
 work for God and suffering humanity and all your doubts and fears and mys- teries and unbeliefs put together will Aob b1 II tO StlI tllC CItCLn- ist's scales, which is accustomed to
 weighing one-fftieth part of grain of chamomile flowers. Why stop a mo-
 ment to understand the mysteries when
 there are so many certitudes? Why
 spend our time exploring the dark gar rets and coal-holes of great palace
 whicn has above ground one hundred
 rooms flooded with sunshine?
 Do you know that l think that if all
 ministers in all denominations would
 stop this nonsense of ecclesiastical
 strife and take hold the word of God,
 the only question with each of us be-
 ing how many souls we can bring to Christ and in how short time. the Lord would soon appear for the saliva tion of all nations? When the young
 Queen of England visited Scotland
 many years ago, great preparations
 were made for her reception. The
 vessel in which she sailed was far out
 at sea, but every hill in Scotland was
 illumined with bonfires 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
 great 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 think that our
 King would land if we were only ready
 to receive him? Why not call to him from all our churches, from all our hos
 pitfalls, from all our homes? Why not all at once light all the torches of Gospel invitation? Why not ring all the bells
 of welcome? Why not light up the long night of the worlds sin and suffer-
 ing with bonfires of victory? Why not
 unlimber all the Gospel batteries. and
 let them boom across the earth, and
 boom into the parting heavens? The King is ready to land if we are ready to receive him.
 But the skies do not part. l hear no
 rumbling of chariot wheels coming down over the sapphire. There is no swoop of wings. 1 see no flash of an- gelic appearances. All is still hear
 nothing but the tramp of my own heart
 as l pause between these utteranees. The King does not land because the
 world is not ready, and the church is not ready. To clear the way for the
 Lords coming let us devote all our ener- gies of body, mind and soul. A Russian
 General riding over the battlefield, his
 horse treading amid the dying and dead, wounded soldier asked him for water, but the officer did not under stand his language and knew not what the poor fellow wanted. Then the
 soldier cried "Christos," and that word
 meant sympathy and help, and the
 Russian officer dismounted and put to
 the lips of the sufferer cooling draught. Be that the charmed word
 with which we go forth to do our
 whole duty. In many languages it
 has only little difference of termina-
 ton. Christosl It stands for sym pathy. It stands for help. It stands for pardon. 1t stands for hope. It stands for heaven. Christosl In that name we were baptised. In that name we took our first sacrament. That will
 be the battle-shout that will win the whole world for God. Christosl Put it in our banners when we marchi Put it on our lips when we die. Put 1t in the funeral psalm at our obsequiesi Put it on the plain slab over our gravel Christos, Blessed be his glorious name ,-f