Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1891-07-30
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Thrilling Sermon Mt tho brooklyn
rabernacle sunday-''Has the Rain
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Men have made 1t the ring IN WhlCh w
display their ecclesiastical puglllsm'
Some say that the Book OF Job Is
true history; others, that it is an ale
CORY; others, that it is an epic poem'
others that it is drama. Some say
that Job lived eighteen hundred years
before Christ: others say that he never
lived at all. Some say that the author
of this book was Job: Others, David;
others, Solomon. The discussion has
landed some in blank intidelity. Now,
have no trouble with the Books OF
Job or Revelation.
You all know that the rain is not an
orphan. You know it is not cast out
of the gates of heaven founding
You would answer the question OF my
text in the affirmative.
If this be true, then, how wicked Is
our murmuring about climatic changes.
The first eleven Sabbaths after l en-
tered the ministry it stormed. Through
the week it was clear weather, but on
the Sabbaths the old country meeting
house looked like Noah's Ark before 1t
landed.
Merchants, also, with their stores
filed with new goods, and their clerks
hanging idly around the counters, COM
init the same transgresslon. Ihere
have been seasons when the whole
spring and fall trade has been ruined
by protracted wet weather.
IL. So agriculturists commit this sin.
There is nothing more annoying than
to have planted corn rot in the ground
because of too much moisture, or hay
all ready for the NOV dashed OF
shower, or wheat almost ready tor the
~ ho How, h a rd
it is to bear the agricultural
disappointments. God has in
finite resources, but | do not think
he has capacity to make weather
to please all the farmers. Sometimes
it IS too hot, or it is too cold; it is too
wet. or it is too dry; it is too early or
it S too late. My text also suggests
Gods minute supervisal. You see the
divine Sonship in every drop Of rain.
The Jewels of the shower are not flung
away by spendthrift who knows not
how many he throws or where they
fall. They are all shining princes Of
heaven. They oil have an eternal lin
cage. They are all the children of q
King. Hath the rain father?"
flood fathers rain-drop, is there
anything SO insignificant in your affairs
Druyse, the gunsmith, invented the
needle which decided the battle of
Sadowa, was it mere accident? When
farmers boy showed Butcher a short
cut by which he could bring his army
up soon enough to decide Waterloo for
England, was it mere accident?
When Lord Byron took piece of
money and tossed it up to de-
eide whether or not he should be
affianced to Miss Millbank, was it a
mere accident which side of the money
was up and which was down? When
the Christian army We're besieged at
Bcziers. and drunken drummer came
in at midnight and rang the alarm bell,
not knowing what he was doing, but
waking up the host in time to fight
their enemies that moment ar
irving, was it an accident? When
in one of the Irish wars
a starving mother, flying with hel
starving child. sank down and tainted
on the rocks in the night and her hanG
fell on n warm bottle of milk, did thai
lust happen so? God is either in the
affairs Of men, or our religion is worth
nothing at all, and you had better take
it away from us, and instead of thi:
Bible. which teaches the doctrine, give
us secular book, and let US, as the
famous Mr.. Fox, the member of Parlia
ment, in his last hour. cry out: "Reat
me the eighth book of Virgil" O! my
friends, let us rouse up to an apprecia
ton of the fact that all the affair.
of our life are under Kings command
and under Fathers watch. Alexan
der's war horse, Bucephalus, would al
low anybody to mount him when h.
was embarrassed; but as soon as they
put on that war horse, Bucephalus, tn.
saddle and the trappings of tie con
queror, he would allow no one bu
Alexander to touch him. And if soul
less horse could have so much pride il
his owner, shall not we immortals exul
in the fact that we are owned by
King?
, Again, my subject teaches me tina
, Gods dealings with us are inexplica
BILE. That was the original force O
, my text. The rain was a great mys
, terry to the ancients. They could not I'm
derstand how the water should ge
into the cloud, and getting there, hoy
it should be suspended, or falling, VIII
: it should come down in drops. Moder
! science comes along and says there ar
II
allure, and they are charged wit
moisture, and the one portion O
air decreases in temperature so tn
water may no longer be held i
vapor, and it falls. And they tell u
. that some of the clouds that look to b
only as large as mans hand, and to b
r almost quiet in the heavens, are grea
: mountains of mist four thousand fee
0 from base to top, and that they rus
n miles a minute. But after all tn
|, brilliant experiments of DR.. Jane
. Hutton and, Saussure, and othe
: scientists, there is an infinite myster
about the rain. There is an ocean ,
: the unfathomable in every rain-dro1
t and God says to-day as he said in tt
n time of Job: eff you can not unde
# stand one drop of rain, do not be SUI
9 prised if my dealings with you are il
!. applicable"
Again, my text makes me think tn;
> the rain of tears is of divine oripi
Great clouds of trouble sometimes how
9 over us. They are black, and they al
gorged, and they are thunderous. The
y ere more portentous than Salvador ,
IS Claude ever painted-clouds of povert
q or persecution, or bereavement. The
\. hover over us, and they get darker ar