Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-03-11

that you were in the wayl Arc you tired
of the old peoplel Do you snap them up
quick and sharpl You will be cursed to
the bone for your ingratitude and unkind-
ness!
Oh! ii is hard to be old without relig-
ion-to feel this world going away, and
nothing better coming III there be any
here who have gone far on without Christ.
/ address you deferentially. You have
found this tough world for old people.
Alas to have aches and pains, and no
Christ to sooth them i want to give you
cane better than that you lean on. 1t is
the cane that the Bible speaks of when it
says, "Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort
me-" l wan TO give you better spectacles
than those you now look through. 1t is
the spiritual eyesight Of divine grace.
Christ will not think that you are in tina
way. Does your head tremble with the
palsy of old age9 Lay it on Christs
bosom. Do you feel lonely now that your
companions and children are gone2
think Christ has them. They are safe in
his keeping. Very soon he will take you
where they are. take hold of your arm
and try to lead you to place where you
can put down all your burden. Go with
me. Only a little while longer, and your
sight will come again, and your hearing
will come again, and with the strength OF
an immortal athlete, you will step on the
pavement of heaven. No crutches in
heaven; no sleeplesS nights in heaven; no
cross looks for old people. Dwelling there
for ages, no one will say, "Father, you
know nothing about this; step back; you
are in the wayp' Oh, how many dear old
folks Jesus has put to sleep! How
sv'cedy he has closed their eyes! How
gently folded their arms How he has
put his hand on their silent hearts and
said, crest now, tired pilgrim. 1T is all
over The tears will never start again
Hush hushp' So he gives his beloved
sleep. l think the most beautiful object
on earth is an old Chris tian-the hair
white, not with the frosts of winter, but
tho blossoms Of the tree Of life. l never
feel sorry for Christian old man. Why
feel sorry for those upon whom the glories
of the eternal world are about to bursts
They are going to the goodly cedar.
Though their wings are heavy with age,
God shall renew their strength like the
eagle, and they shall make their nest in
the cedar 'All fowl of every wing"
Again: The very bad, the outrageously
sinful, may come. Men talk of the grace
of God, as though it were so many yards
long and so many yards deep People
point to the dying thief as an encourage
ment to the sinner. How much better 1T
would be to point to our own case and say,
IF God saved US, he can save anybody"
There may be those here who never Aad
one earnest word said to them about their
souls. Consider mo as p1tting my hand
on your shoulder and looking IN
your eye. God has been good to
you. You ask, allow do you know
thatr He has been very hard on me-"
"Where did you come FRONT" "Home."
''Then you have home. Have you ever
thanked God for your home2 Have you
childrenn yes" "Have you ever
thanked God for your childrenl Who
keeps them safe! Wore you ever sickF
eyes" Who made you well! Have you
been fed every days Who feeds youa Put
your hand on your pulse. Who makes IL
throbl Listen to the respiration of your
lungs. Who helps you to breathes Have
you a bible in the house, spreading before
you the future lifel Who gave you that BIZ
blel" Oh it has been story OF goodness
and mercy all the way through. You have
been one of Gods pet children. VINO
fondled you, and caressed you, and loved
you9 And when you went astray, and
wanted to come back. did He ever refuses
know of a father who, after his son came
back the fourth time, said, "No; L forgave
three times, but l will never forgive you
again." And the son went off and died.
But God taxes back his children the thou
sandth time as cheerfully as the first. AS
easily as with my handkerchief L strike
the dust off a book, God will wipe out all
your sins.
There are hospitals for "incurables."
When men are hopelessly sick, they are
sent there. Thank God! there is no
hospital for spiritual incurables. Though
you had the worst leprosy that ever struck
q soul, your flesh shall come again like the
flesh of little child. o, this mercy OF
God / am told it is an ocean. Then 1
place on it four swift-sailing craft with
compass, and charts, and choice rigging,
and sl1ilful navigators, and tell them to
launch away, and discover for me the ex-
tent of this ocean. That craft puts out
in one direction, and sails to the
north; this craft to the south; this to the
east; this to the west They crowd on
all their canvass, and sail ten thousand
years, and one day come up the harbor OF
heaven, and 1 shout to them from the
Deacn, '1taVe you lounu Iho SuoroE anu
they answer, mo shore to Gods mercyP'
Swift angels, dispatched from the throne,
attempt to go across it. For million
years they fly and fly, but then come back
and fold their wings at the foot of the
throne, and cry, mo shore! no shore to
Gods mercyl
Mercy! Mercy Mercy L sing it. L
preach it. pray it. Here L find man
bound hand and foot to the devil, but with
one stroke of the hammer OF Gods truth
the chains fall off and he is free for ever.
Mercy Mercy! Mercy! There is no
depth it cannot fathom, there is no height
it cannot scale, there is no infinity it can
not compass. l take my stand under this
goodly cedar, and SEQ the flocks flying
thither. They are torn with the shot of
temptation, and wounded, and Sick and
SCARED Some fought with iron beak,
some once Toasted on carcasses, some were
fierce of eye and cruel of talon, but they
came, flock after flock 'all fowl Of every
wing"
Again: all the dying will find their nest
in this goodly cedar. lis cruel to destroy
a birds nest, but death does not hesitate
to destroy one. There was beautiful
nest i'm the next street. Lovingly the pa
rents brooded over it,. There were two or
three little robins In the nest The scarlet