The Dickinson press., 1892-11-12

set. 'fne tact is, II the Church 6f God
If we, us individuals, made rapid
advancement in the Christian life,
these stereotyped.prayers we have been
making for ten or fifteen years would
he as inappropriate to us rs the
Shoes and the hats, and the coats we
wore ten or fifteen year ago. Oh for a
higher flight in the Christian life, the
TEACHING Us THE LESSON!
Again, remark, that the birds OF
the air are wiser than we, because
they know when to start. Oh that
we were as wise about the best time
to start for God and heaven! We say,
Wait until it is a little later in the
season OF mercy. Wait until some OF
those green leaves OF hope ure dried
up and have been scattered. Wait
until next year" After awhile we
start, and it is too late, and we perish
in the way when God g wrath is kindled
but a little. There are. you know,
exceptional cases where birds have
started too late, and in the morning
you have found them dead on the
snow. Aud there are those who have
perished hall way between the world
and Christ. They waited until the
last sickness.
: Some of you have felt the pinching
frost OF sin. You are not happy. l
look into your faces, and know you
are not happy. There are voices
within Your soul that will not be sill
enced, telling you that you are sim
ners, and that without the pardon OF
God you are undone forever. What
are you going to do, my friends, with
the accumulated transgressions OF
this lifetime? Will you stand still
and let the avalanche tumble over
you? Oh, tha. you would go away in
to the warm
HEART OF GODS MERCY.
s. Another m 4s tt frost is is bidding you away
you live now? ooh" you say, 81 have
moved" Why did you move? You
say. "I don't want as large q house
now as formerly" Why do you not
want as large a house? My family is
not so large" Where have they gone
to? "Eternity.!" Your mind goes
back through that last sickness and
through the almost supernatural
effort to save life, and through those
prayers that seemed unavailing, and
| through that kiss which received no
response because the lips were lifeless,
and hear the bells tolling, and hear
the hearts breaking-while speak /
hear them break. A heart! Another
heart! Alone! alone! alone! This
world, which in your girlhood and
boyhood was sunshine, is cold now,
and oh! weary dove, you fly around
this world as though you would like
to stay, when the winds and the frost
and the blackening clouds would bid
you away into the heart OF
AN ALL-CoMEoRTING GOD.
Oh, havenoticed again ana againwhat
q botch this world makes OF it whenit
tries to comfort soul in trouble! 1t
says, "Don't cry!" How can we help
crying when the hearts treasures are
scattered, and father is gone, and
mother is gone, and companions are
gone, and the child is gone, and every
thing seems gone? 1t is no comfort to
tell q man not to cry. The world
comes up and says, COZ, it is only the
body OF your loved one that you have
put in the ground!" But there is no
comfort in that. That body is prec-
ious. Shall we never put our hand in
that hand again, and shall we never
see that sweet face again? Away with
your hoartlessness, ON world! But
come, Jesus, and tell us that when the
tears fall they fall into Gods bottle;
that the dear bodies OF ourloved ones
shall rise radiant in the resurrection;
and all the breakings down here shall
be lifted up there, and "they shall
hunger no more, neither thirst no
more, neither shall the sun light on
them nor any heat, for the Lamb
which is in the midst OF the throne
shall lead them to living fountains OF
water, and God shall wipe all tears
| from their ewes"