The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-04-06
AN EASTERN BREACHES.

OWh couSclence; against MIN the high and
holy God!
AN EASTERN PREACHER.
Rev. 8. Edward Young. Of Asbury Park.
y. J., 1t Plymouth Congregational.
Rev. s. Edward Young, of Asbury Park,
n. j., pastor in charge of the new audi
torium, with seating capacity of 5000,
occupied tho pulpit of Plymouth Congre-
gationai church yesterday morning,
preaching from the text, "But We see
Jesus" Hebrews lie. His discourse con-
tanned the following remarks:
"On that Sabbath morn at Shiloh, while
the thunder of her first cannonade was
diving away, smoky columns, wheeling
like sombre hearses for departing spirits to
the skies, in the awful silence which trem-
bles between the shocks of battle, the birds,
frightened from their boughs. came flocking
back, and, perched among the blooming
branches, began to sing. Right in the
midst of blood and bayonets and death the
armies, stilled moment, listened to their
anthem, and something on the soldiers
cheek washed off the stains of powder
You will find chord Of that music in all
ST. Paul has written. Thus in Romans,
battalions of arguments behind, urgu-
ments to the left, arguments in front, his
hand takes the harp and the chorus is:
I'VE know that all things work together
for good to them that love God" First
Corinthians. oh labyrinth of doctrines!
Yet, in the thirteenth chapter, irrespective
OF what has gone before, irrespective of
what follows, he wakes an immortal mel
ody of love, the last note being. "But the
greatest Of these is charity" Whether or
not st. Paul wrote Hebrews, we shall find
out when we get to heaven. One element
is like him, for having led US chapter
and half through the only inspired logic
for the divinity Of Christ, imagining our
bewiiderment, and practically saying "this
may be all confusion" the writer makes
the sweetest refrain that ever ravished
mortal ear. "But we see Jesus"
All, yes; some Of you think betimes on
life, its mysteries, its hereafter-vast in
terrogations, sphynxes that never speak!
think till you dare think no more, and
smother these dread questionings by busy
routine of daily life. For thee in thy per-
plexities God has sent these words. You
might draw line underneath the Jesus,
since it means that We see Him first as
Savior. Are yon shining orbs, swinging
like bracelets on the hand Of the Omnip-
No reply does He give Why came sin
into the world? Still silent. sAre they
few that be saved?n queried the disciples.
He will not answer. aStrive to enter in
ct the straight gate.n What hard time
heaven has keeping us to the point. Not
another question, sir, till you see this
Christ as your own Savior form your sins.
There is temple in the Orient in
through which, if you stand here, all
seems bewiiderment of carvings and
penciiings and intercepting arches. If yon-
der you stand again. debris of broken
splendors daze you. One place there is,
find it, where the verandas of living colors,
all the galaxies of breathing marbles, all
the glories of gilden .archings transport
your very soul with blended harmonies.
One place poor sinner. too. may stand in
Gods vast universe, with Christ and Cal
vary, and there begin to learn the mission
of earth and sky, of sin apd suffering, of
cross and crown.
1t has been but few years since DR..
Spencer's brother, from New England, was
in the University of Illinois as a student
He had lived by the ocean, and
had accustomed himself to plunge
in and out over the breakers when the bill
lows were at their highest. One morning
the news came to the city after hurricane
had been blowing on the lake all night
that q steamer, the Lady Elgin, with $40
passengers on board, had become a wreck
one mile out. Something seemed to whis-
per, .Who knoweth whether thou art
come to the kingdom for such time as
this" He speeded up along the lakes
brim, and there. amid the thunder and
roar of that Euroclydon. plunged in to
rescue the dying. For five long, weary
hours he struggled from shore TO lake.
from lake to shore, until in an agony of ex-
haustiou his comrades carried him to the
home he had left. OF the $40 passengers
aboard that vessel. more than 800 sank
into watery graves. A tug from Chicago
rescued some. A score foated alive from
the ship to the beach. That
Young man and five comrades saved
thirty, and of that thirty young
Spencer saved seventeen. His name
was spread by telegraphic wire and ocean
cable until in New York. Chicago and San
Francisco daiiies he stood out garlanded
with encomiums. But all their praises
were idle tales to him. During the hours
he fingered before his death, one vision
only stood before his eyes, as he would
saw: 80, Win. inethinks hear their gurg-
ling voices cry for help, and through the
binding splash of the surge see white
hand thrust above the waves. o, Will,
did do my best?"
The great sea of humanity is tempestu-
Gus and stormy. 1t is breaking upon the
eternal shore. With each moment of time
come soul sinks forever beneath the wave,
and the one vision of eternity as we look
hack will be that scene, and before Gods
;udsment will come the question: 10,
humanity, did do my bestr o, God, did
/ do my very best'"
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