The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1892-03-16

those yoE now look through. 1t is the
spiritual eyesight of divine grace. Christ
will not think that you are in the way.
Does your head tremble with the palsy
of old age? Lay it on Christ's bosom. Do
you feel lonely now that your companions
and children are gone? l think Christ has
them. They are safe in his keeping. Very
soon he will take you where they are. l
take hold of your arm and try TO lead you
TO a place where you can put down all your
burden. Go with me. Only 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 wayr'
Oh how many dear old folks Jesus has
put TO sleepl How sweetly he has closed
their eyesl How gently folded their arms!
How he has put his hand on their silent
hearts and said: Rest now, tired pilgrim.
Ii is all over The tears viii never start
again Hush hush" So he gives his be-
loved sleep. ! think the most beautiful
object on earth is an old Christian-the
hair white, not with the frosts of winter
but the blossoms of the tree of life. never
feel sorry for Christian old man. Why
feel sorry for those upon whom the glories
of the eternal world are about to burst.
They are going to the goOdly cedar
Though their wings are heavy with age
God shall renew their strength like tie
eagle. and they shall make their nest in the
cedar. All fowl of every wing"
GOD CAN SAVE ANYBODY.
Ho ho1 h Il
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 encouragement to
the sinner. How much better it would
be to point to our own case and say. If
God saved US he can save anybody"
There mSy be those here who never had
one earnest word said to them about
their souls. Consider me as putting my
hand on your shoulder and looking in
your eve God has been good to you.
You ask. How do you know that?
He has been very hard on me-"
''Where did you come FROM" Home"
"Then you have home. Have you ever
thanked God for your home? Have you
children" Yes" Have YOU eve-
thanked God for your children? Who
keeps them safe? Were you ever sick"
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been fed every day. Who feeds yOu2 Put
your hand on your pulse. Who makes it
throb? Listen TO the respiration of your
lungs Who helps you to breathe? Have
you a Bible in the house, spreading before
you the future life? Who gave you that
Bible?"
Oh, it has been a story of goodness and
mercy all the way through. You have
been one Of Gods pet children. Who fon-
died you and careSsed you and loved you?
And when You went astray and wanted to
come back. did he ever refuse? 1 know of
father who, after his son came back the
fourth time, said, NO; forgave you three
times, but I viii never forgive you again. -
And the son went of and died. But God
takes back his children the thousandth
time as cheerfully as the first. As easily
as with my handkerchief strike the dust
of 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 hos
pital for spiritual incurables. Though you
had the worst leprosy that ever struck p
soul. your flesh shall come again like the
flesh of a little child. Oh, this mercy of
Godi Ia am told IL is an ocean. Then place
on it four swift sailing craft, with compass
and charts and choice rigging and skillful
navigators, and tell them to launch away
and discover for me the extent of this ocean.
That craft puts out in one direction, and
sails to the north; this craft 10 the south;
this to the east; this to the west. They
crowd on all their canvas and sail ten
thousand years, and one day come up the
harbor of heaven, and / shout to them
from the beach, Have you found the
shore:" and they answer, mo shore to
Gods mercyt' Swift angels, dispatched
from the throne, attempt to 90 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, NO shore! no
shore to Gods mercy"
MERCY MERCY BIEECYl
Mercy Mercy! Mercy! l sing it. I
preach it, pray it, Here I find a 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 forever.
Mercy Mercy Mercy There is no depth
it cannot fatnom; there is no height it can
not scale; there is no ininity it cannot
compass 1 take my stand under this
gOOdly cedar and see the hocks 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 ard cruel of talon, but they
came, flock after fOck-'.All fowl of every
wing"
Again, all the dying will find their nest
in this goodly cedar. 1t is cruel to destroy
bird S nest, but death does not hesitate
to destroy one There was beautiful nest
in the next street. Lovingly the parents
brOoded over it. There were two or three
little robins in the nest. The scarlet fever
thrust its hands into the nest, and the
birds are gone. Only those are safe who
have their nests in the goodly cedar. They
have over them "the feathers of the Al
mighty" Oh, to have those soft, warm ,eter-
nal wings stretched overus! Let the storms
beat and the branches of the cedar toss on
the wind-Bo danger. When a storm
comes, you can see the birds flying to the
woods. Ere the storm of death comes
down. let us fly TO the goodly cedar.
OF what great varieties heaven will be
made up. There come men who once were
hard and cruel and desperate in wicked
ness. yet now. soft and changed by grace,
they come into glory, "All fowl of every
wing Ard here they come. the children
who were reared in loving home circles
fOcking through the gates of life, "All
fowl of every wing" These were white
and came from northern homes; these were
black and assembled from southern planta-
tiOns; these were copper colored and went
up from Indian reservations-"A All fowl Of
every wing" So God gathers them up.
IL is astonishing how easy it is for good
soul 20 enter heaven.
& nroruinent busiuess man in DhiIadel-