Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1892-11-10

and 90 straight as an arrow to the
mark. The longest rifle that was
ever brought to shoulder cannot reach
them. Would to God that we were as
wise as the stork and crane in
OUR FLIGHT HEAVENwARD.
We fly 80 low that we are within easy
range of the world, the flesh and the
devil. We are brought down by temp
tations that ought not to come within
g mile Of reaching US.
You tell ME that Paul went up to
the tip top OF the Alps of Christian
attainment. We 60 out and we con-
quer our temptations by the grace OF
God, and lie down. On the morrow,
those temptations rally themselves
and attack us, and by the grace of
F, God, we defeat them again; but, stay
ing all the time in the old encampment,
we have the same old battles to fight
over. Why not whip out our temp.
! tations, and then forward march,
making one raid through the enemy's
country, stopp ng not until we break
ranks after the last victory. DO, my
brethren, let us have soma novelty OF
combat, at any rate, by changing, by
going on. by making advancement,
trading off cur stale prayers about
sins we ought to have quit long ago,
going on toward q higher state OF
/ Chri tain character, and routing out
sins that we have never thought of
yet. The fact is, if the Church of God
If we, as individuals, made rapid
advancement in the Christian life,
! these Observation-Disclosures we have been
making for ten or fifteen years would
, be as inappropriate to us as the
shoes, and the hats, and the coats we
wore ten or fifteen year ago. Oh for q
higher flight in the Christian life, the
stork and the crane in their migration.
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 q 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 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. And there are those who have
persisted half way between the world
and Christ. They waited until the
, last sickness.
Some of you have felt the pinchine
frost of sin. You are not happy. I
look into your faces, and I 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, tina. you would go away in
to the warm
HEART OF GODS MERCY.
Another frost is bidding you away
it is the frost of sorrow. Where do
you live now? "Oh," you say, ~ have
moved" Why did you move? You
say, II don't want as large a house
now as formerly" Why 10 you not
want as large u 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 unavaiing, 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 I
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 ALIrCoMEoRTING GOD.
Oh, have noticed again and againwhat
botch this world makes of it when it
tries to comfort soul in trouble! It
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? It is no comfort to
tell a man not to cry. The world
comes up and says, "Ot, 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 heartlessness, Oh world! But
come, Jesus, and tell us that when the
tears fall they fall into Gods bottle;
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