Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1891-09-10

flock? All America in flock: all the
world in flock.
This we'll of the Gospel is deep enough
to lut out the burning thirst Of the four
teen hundred million of the race. Do
not let the church by spirit OF ex-
clusiveness keep the world out. Let
down all the bars, swing open all the
gates, scatter all the invitations, "Who-
soever will. let him come" Come, white
and black. Come, red men of the forest.
Come, Laplander, out OF the snow
Come, Patagonian, out OF the heat
Come in furs. Come, painting under
palm leaves. Come one. Come all.
Come now. AS at this we'll of Mesopo-
tamia Jacob and Rachel were betrothed,
SO now, at this well of salvation Christ
our Shepherd will meet you coming up
with your long focks of cares and
anxieties, and He will stretch out HIS
hand in pledge of His affection, while
all Heaven will cry out, 'Behold the
bridegroom cometh; go We out to meet
him."
You notice that this well OF Mesopo-
tamia had stone on it, which must be
removed before the sheep could be
watered; and I find on the we'll of sal
walton to-day impediments and obstacles.
which must be removed in order that
you may obtain the refreshment and life
of this Gospel. In your case the i'm
pediment is pride of heart. You cannot
bear to come to so democratic fountain;
you do not want to come with so many
others. 1t is to you like when you are
dry, coming to town pump, as COM
pared to sitting in parlor slipping out
of chased chalice which has just been
lifted from silver salver Not SO many
publicans and sinners. You want to get
to Heaven, but it must be in special
car, with your feet on Turkish otto
man and a band of music ON board the
train.
You do not want to be in company
with rustic Jacob and Rachel, and to be
drinking out of the fountain where TO-
900 sheep have been drinking before you.
You will have to remove the obstacle of
pride, or never find your way to the
we'll. You will have to come as we came,
willing to take water of eternal life in
any way and at any hand, and in any
kind Of pitcher, crying out: 80 Lord
Jesus, I am dying Of thirst. Give me
the water Of eternal life, whether in
trough or goblet. Give me the water of
life; l care not in what it comes to me-"
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from the wells mouth.
Jacob, with good deal of tug and
push, took the stone from the wells
mouth, so that the focks might be
watered. And l would that to-day my
word, blessed of God, might remove the
hindrance to your getting up to the Cos
pei well. Yes, take it for granted that
the work is done, and now, like oriental
shepherds, | proceed to water the sheep.
Come, all we thirsty! You have an un-
defined longing in your soul. You tried
money making; that did not satisfy you.
You tried office under Government; that
did not satisfy you. You tried pictures
and sculptures, but works Of art did not
satisfy you. You arc as much discon-
tented with this life as the celebrated
French author who felt that he could
not any longer endure the misfortunes
of the world, and who said: cat
o'clock this afternoon l shall put an end
to my own existence. Meanwhile, must
toll on up to that time for the susten-
ance Of my family" And he wrote on
his book until the clock struck 4, when
he folded up his manuscript and, by his
own hand, concluded his earthly life.
When an aged clergyman was dying
a man very eminent in the church-a
young theological student stood by his
side, and the aged man looked up and
said to him. Cant you give me some
comfort IN my dying heart?' 'sNo," said
the young man; II can't talk to you on
this subject; you know all about it, and
have known it so long" "Well," said
the dying man, Gust recte to me some
promises" The young man thought a
moment, and he came to this promise,
1.-The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth
from all SIM" and the old man clapped
his hands and in his dying moment said:
'"Thau's just the promise [ have been
waiting for The blood of Jesus Christ
cleanseth from all sim" Oh, the
warmth, the grandeur, the magnificence
of the promises
Come, also, to this Gospel we'll, all We
troubled. l do not suppose you have
escaped. Compare your view of this life
at fifteen years of age with what your
view of it is at forty, or sixty, or seventy.
What great contrast of opinion! Were
you right then, or are you right now?
Two cups placed in your hands, the one
sweet cup, the other sour cup. A
cup of JOY and cup Of grief. Which
has been the nearest to being full, and
out of which have you the more fire.
quently partaken? What different
place the cemetery is from what it used
to be! Once it was to you grand city
Improvement, and you went out on the
pleasure excursion, and ran laughing up
the mound and you criticised in light
way the epitaph.
But since the day when you heard the
bell toll at the gate as you went in with
the procession, it is a sad place, and
there is a flood of rushing memories that
suffuse the eye and overmaster the heart.
Oh, you have had trouble, trouble,
trouble. God only knows how much you
have had. 1t is wonder you have been
able to live through it. 1t is q wonder
your nervous system has not been shat
tered and your brain has not reeled.
Trouble, trouble. If l could gather all
the griefs OF all sorts from this great