The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-08-29

what a God to disobey, o, what a God to
dishonor, o, what a God 20 defyl The
brightest, the nightiess angel takes no
familiarity with God. The wings of rever-
ence are lifted. "With twain he covered
the face"
Another seraphic posture in the text. The
seraph must not always stand still. He
must move, aud it must be without clumsi-
ness. There must be oelerity and beauty in
the movement. with twain he did fly."
Correction, exhilaration. Correction at
our slow gait, for we only crawl in the
service when we ought to t1y at the div inc
bidding. Exhilaration in the fact that the
wings. What IL wiugl An instru-
ment OF locomotion. They may
not be like seraph's wing, they may not be
like birds wing, but the soul has wings.
God says so. HE shall mount up on wings
as eagles" We are made In the divine
image and God has wings. The Bible says
So "Healing In his wings" "Under the
thou has come to trust" We have folded
wing now, wounded wing, broken wing,
bleeding wing, Gagged wing. Ayel have It
now. Gagged within bars of bone and under
curtains OF flesh, but one day TO be free.
hear the rustic of pinions in Seagrave's
poem which we often sing:
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings.
l hear the rustic Of pinions in Alexander
Pope's stanza, which says:
o death where Is thy vic.oryt
A dying Christian not long ago cried out,
wings, wings wingsp The air in full of
them. coming aud going, coming and going.
| You have seen how the dull, sluggish
ohrysalid becomes the bright butterfly; the
| dull and the stupid and the lethargic tiirne ed
| into the ainrt md tho naaS SetffrI IUal -
friends, In this world we are In the chrysalid
state. Death will unfurl the wings. ., IL
we could only realize what grand thing il
| will be to get rid Of this old clod OF the body
and mount the heavens. neither seagull nor
lark nor albatross nor falcon. nor condor
| pitching from highest range OF Andes SO
buoyant or so ma jestic OF stroke.
See that eagle in the mountain nest. It
| looks 30 sick, so ragged-feathered, so worn
| out and 30 half asleep. Is that eagle dying
| No. The ornithologist will tell you II Is
moltinR season with that bird. Not dy-
| ing, but molting. You see that Christian
sick and weary aud worn out and seeming
| about TO expire on what Is called his DEATH
bed The world says he Is dying. / say 10
is the molting season for his soul-the
body dropping away, the celestial pinions
coming on. Not dying, but molting
Noting out OF darkness aud sin and
struggle into glory and into God. Why do
you not shoutl Why do you sit shivering
at the thought Of death and trying 20 hold
back and wishing you could stay here for
ever, and speak Of departure as though the
subject we're filed with skeletons and the
varnish Of coffins. and as though you pre-
ferred lame foot TO swift wingl o
people OF God, let US stop playing the fool
and prepare for rapturous flight. When
your soul stands on the verge Of this life,
and there are vast precipices beneath, aud
| sapphired domes above, which way will you
| hys Win you swoop or will you soar
| Win you Ey downward or will you fly up
| ward! Everything on the wing this MORN
| ing bidding us aspire. Holy Spirit on she
wing. Angel Of the new covenant on the
| wing. Time on the wing, fly away from
us. Eternity on the wing, flying toward
Us. Wings, wings, wings
| Live SO near TO Christ that when you are
dead people standing by your lifeless body
| will not soliloquize, saying: "What a dis
appointment life was 10 atm; how averse he
was to departure; what a pity it was he had
to die; what an awful calamity Rather
standing there may they see q sign more
vivid on your still face than the vestiges of
! pain, something that will indicate that 1t
was a happy exit-the clearance from op-
| pressive quarantine, the oast-oR chrysalid, +,
| the moltinR of the faded and useless, aud
the ascent from malarial valleys to bright,
| shining mountain tops, and be led to say, as
I they stand there contemplating your humil-
| ity and your reverence In life, and your
| happiness in death: "With twain he COW
cred the feet, with twain he covered the
face, with twain he did fly" Wings WingsI
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