The Bossier banner., 1891-02-05

face begins TO break up into toughness.
The air which all the morning made
our sail almost useless. suddenly takes
hold of our boat with a grip astonsh-
ing, and our poor craft begins to
roll and pitch and tumble, and
In five minutes we pass from
calm to violence. The contour
of this lake among the hills is an
invitation to hurricanes / used to
wonder why it was that on so limited
sheet of water bestormed boat in
Christ's time did not put back to shore
when hurricane was coming. / WON
der no more. On that lake an atmOs-
pheric fury gives no warning, and the
change we saw in five minutes made me
feel that the boat in which Christ
sailed may have been skillfully man
aged when the tempest struck it, and
the wild, importunate cry went up:
Lord, save us, or we perish!' | had
all along that morning been reading
from the New Testament the story
of occurrences on and around that lake.
But our Bible was closed now, and it
was as much as we could do to hold
fast and wish for tho land. If the wind
and the waves had continued to in
crease in violence the following fifteen
minutes in the same ratio as in the first
| five, and we had been still at their
mercy, our bones would have been
| bleaching in the bottom of Lake
| Gennesaret instead of our being here
| to tell the story. But the same
Power that rescued the fishermen of old
to-day safely landed our party. What
Christ for rough weather! All the
sailor boys ought fly to Him as did those
Galilean mariners. All you in the
forecastle, and all you who run up and
down the slippery ratlines take to sea
with you Him who with quiet word
sent the winds back through the mount
ain gorges. Some of you jack tars to
whom these words will come need to
tack ship and change your course if
you are going to get across this sea of
life safely, and gain the Heavenly har-
Dor. Belay there. Ready aboutl Helms
a-lea! Mainsail haul! You have too
valuable q cargo on board to run the
Goodwins or the Skerries.
Star of peace! beam DER the billow
Bless the soul that sighs for thee;
Bless the sailors lonely pillow,
Far, far at sea.
Here at Capernaum, the Arabs hav-
ing in their arms carried US ashore to
the only place where our Lord ever had
a pastorate. and we stepped amid the
ruins of the church where He preached
again and again, the synagogue, whose
ria lvafrr mil 10 .hot,
others see itin spring-time covered with
weeds and loathsome with reptiles, but
in that December completely uncovered
to our agitated and intense gaze. On
one stone of that synagogue is the
sculpturing of pot of ma ma,
artistic commemoration of the time
when the Israelites were fed by mamma
in the wilderness, and to which sculpt-
uring no doubt Christ pointed upward
while He was preaching that sermon on
this very spot in which He said: mot
as your fathers aid eat mamma and arc
dead; he that eateth of this bread shall
live forever" Wonderful Capernaum
Scene of more miracles than any place
in all the earth! Blind eyes kindline
with tho morning. Withered arms made
to pulsate. Lepers blooming into health
| The dead girl terminated.
These Arab tents which on this
December day 1 find in Palestine, dis
appear and / see Capernaum as it was
when Jesus was pastor of the church
, here. Look at that wealthy home, the
architecture, the marble front. up
holstery. the slaves in uniformat thC
doorway. 1t is the residence of /;
/ courtier of Herod probably Chuza b,
name, his wife Joanna, Christian
disciple. But something is thu
, matter The slaves are in great ex
| citement, and the courtier living there
runs down the front steps and takes
> horse and puts him at full run acres
/ the country. The boy of that noble
[ man is dying of typhoid fever. All thu
/ doctors have failed to give relief Bu
{ about five miles up the country, a
{ Cana. there is Divine Doctor, Jesu
by name, and the agonized father ha
5 gone for Him, ard with what earnest
! ness those can understand who have
had dying child in the house. Thi
courtier cries to Christ: Come dow
: ere my child dieF'
, While the father is absent, and at on,
: O'clock in the afternoon, tho people
watching the dying boy see a chang,
, in the countenance, and Joanna, tht
, mother, at one side of his couch, says
, why, this darling is getting we'll; the
fever has broken; see the perspiratior
on his forehead; did any of you givt
him any new medicine?" NO. is the
answer. The boy turns on his pillew
, his delirium gone, and asks for some
thing to eat and says: where's ia
ther?" Oh, he has gone up to Cana t.
, get young doctor of about thirty-cnt
, years Of age. BL5 no doctor is needal
, now in this house at Capernaum. Tht
people look at the sun-dial to find what
, time of tho day it is, and see it is jus
past noon, and one o'clock. Then they
start out and meet the returning father
and as soon as they come within speak
/ ing distance they shout at the top o
their voices: Your boy is gettins
! well.' rs it possible?" says tn,
father, when did the change for til,
better take place?' Zone o'clock i
the answer. Why" says the courtier
] =, ....A Al. :. L -.