Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1891-09-11

butterflies of fashion whom l knew and
who knew me. l never consented TO &C
cept a part hated, out OF kindness TO an
other. that I did not get Kissed by the
public and cut by the writer. / could not
take q drive for few minutes with Terry
without being overturned and having my
elbow-bone broken, though my friend got
off unframed. l could not make cove
pant with Arnold which thought was to
make nv fortune without making his in
stead than in an incredible space OF time
think thirteen months-I earned for him
twenty thousand pounds, and for myself
one. am persuaded that if were to set up
as a be2gar, everyone in my neIShborhood
would leave off eating bread" That was
the lament of the worlds comedian and
joker. All unhappy. The world dld every
thing for Lord Byron that 1t could DO. ana
yet in his last moment he asks a TREND 10
come and sit down by lin and read, as most
appropriate to his case the story OF The
Bleeding Heart" Torrigano, the sculptor
executed, after months Of care and carving,
Madonna and the Child" The royal
family came in and admired IL. 6Veroody
that looked at it was in ecstasy: but one
day, after all that toll and all that admira-
ton, because he did not get as much COM
pensation for his work as he had ex-
pected, he took a mallet and dashed the
exquisite soul pture into atoms. The world
is poor compensation, poor satisfaction, poor
solace. Famine, famine In all the earth; not
Cor seven years, but for six thousand. But,
blessed be God, there is great corn-crlb.
The Lord built it. 1t is large place. An
angel once measured it, and as far as [ can
calculate it in our phrase, that cOrn-crlb Is
fifteen hundred miles long an. fifteen hundred
broad and fifteen hundred high; and it is full.
Food for all nations. ''Ohr' say the people,
I'VE will start right away and get this sup
ply for our soul" But stop moment; for
IRON the keeper of that corn-crib there
comes his word, saying: You shall not
see my face except your brother be with
YOU" In other words, there is no such
thing as getting from heaven pardon and
comfort and eternal life unless we bring
with us our Divine Brother, the LORD
Jesus Christ. Coming without Him we
shall fall before reach the cOrn-crlb, and
our bodies shall be a portion for the Jachals
OF the wilderness; but coming with the Di-
vine Jesus, all the granarles OF heaven Will
swing open before our soul, and abundance
shall be given US. We shall be invited to
sit in the palace OF the Klng
and at the table: and while the Lord OF
heaven is apportioning from His own table
to other tables He win not forget us and
then and there it will be found tnat our Ben
jamin's mess is larger than all the others, Tor
so it ought to be. WORTHY is the Lamb
that was slain, to receive blessing, and riches,
and honor, and glory, and power"
I want to make three points. Every
frank and common-sense man will &C
knowledge himself to be a sinner. What
are you going to do with your sins? Have
them pardoned, you say. How? Through
the mercy of God. What do you mean Dy
the mercy of God? Is it the letting down
of bar for the admission of all, without
respect to character? Be not deceived.
see soul coming up to the gate of mercy
and knocking at the corncrib Of heavenly
supply; and a voice from within says:
''Are you alone?' The sinner replies:
"All alone" The voice from within says:
''You shall not see My pardoning face I'M
be with you" Oh, that is the point at
which so many are discounted. There is
no mercy from God except through Jesus
Christ Coming with Him, we are accepted.
Coming without Him, we are rejected.
Peter put 1t right in his great sermon be-
fore the high priests, when he Numbered
forth: Neither is there salvation in any
other. There is no other name given under
heaven among men whereby we may be
saved" Oh, anxious sinner! Oh, dying
to do is to take this Divine Benjamin along
with you. Side by side, coming to the
gate, all the store-houses of heaven will
swing open before your anxious soul. Am
right in calling Jesus Benjamin? Oh, yes.
Rachel lived only long enough to give
a name to that child, and with a dying
kiss she called him Benoni. Afterward
Jacob chan ed his name and he called
him Benjamin. The meaning of the name
she gave was 'Son cf my Pain" Tbs
Son of my Right Hand" And was not
Christ the Son of Pain? All the sorrows
of Rachel in that hour, when she gave her
child over into the hands of strangers, was
nothing compared with the struggle Of
God when He gave up His only Son. The
omnipotent God in a birth throeI And was
not Christ appropriately called ''Son Of the
Right Hand?' DID not Stephen look into
heaven and see Him standing at the right
hand of God? And does not not Paul speak
of cfo Sir1rr of hQ Tj~r ho1 of Eol
making intercession for US? o Benjamin.
Jesusl Son Of pang! Son of victory
The deepest emotions of our souls
ought to be stirred at the sound OF
that nomenclature In your prayers plead
His tears, His sufferings, His sorrows and
His death. If you refuse to do it, all the
corn-cribs and the palaces Of heaven will be
holted and barred against -FOUR soul, and
voice from the throne shall stun you with
the announcements: You shall not see NY
tace, except your Brother be with you"
My text also suggests the reason why SO
many people do not get any real comfort.
You meet ten people; nine of them are in
need of some kind of coincidence. There is
something in their health, or in their state,
or in their domestic condition that demands
sympathy. And yet the most of the worlds
sympathy amounts to absolutely moth. |
ing. People go to the wrong crib, or
they go in the wrong way. When the |
plague was in Rome a great many years
ago, there were eighty men who chanted |!
themselves to death with the litanies of
Gregory the Great-literally chanted them
selves to death, and yet it did not stop the |
. ague. And all the music of this world |
cannot halt the plague of the human |
heart. / come to some one whose ailments |
are chronic, and say: in heaven you will |
never be sick" That does not give you
much comfort What you want is a sooth
ing power for your present distress Lost
children. have you? l come to you and tell
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