Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1892-03-07

the house, spreading before you the
future lifsf Who gave you that
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| Oh. 1t has been a story Of goodness
and mercy all Che way through Tou
have been one Of Gods pet children.
Who fondled you and caressed you
and loved your And when you went
astray and wanted TO come back did
he ever refuse7 know of father
who, after his son came back the
fourth time, said, NO; forgave
you three times, but will never for
give you again" And the son went
off 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 off book God will wipe out all
your sins.
There are hospitals for ''incura
bles." When men are hopelessly
sick they are sent there ThanK
God, there is no hospital for spiritual
incurablesl Though you had the
worst leprosy that ever struck a soul,
your flesh shall come again like the
flesh of little child Oh, this mercy
of God am told it is an ocean.
Then place on it four swift sailing
craft, with compass and charts, and
choice rigging and slxillful navigators,
and tell them to launch away and
discover for me the extent of this
ocean.
That craft puts out in one direc-
ton and sails to the north; this craft
to 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
shore2" and they answer, mo shore
to Gods mercy" Swift angels. dis
patched from the throne, attempt to
go across it. For a 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 | sing
it. | preach it. | pray it, Here !
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 forever. Mercy
Mercy Mercy There is no depth
it cannot fathom, there is no height
it cannot scale there is no infnity it
cannot compass take my stand
under this goodly cedar and see the
flocls 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.
ALL THE DYING.
Again, all the dying will find their
nest in this goodly cedar 1t is cruel
to destroy a birds nest, but death
does not hesitate to destroy one.
There was a beautiful nest in the
next street Lovingly the parents
brooded over it. There were two OF
three little robins in the nest. The
scarlet fever thrust its hot 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
Almighty" Oh, to have those soft,
warm, eternal wings stretched oven
usl Let the storms beat, and the
branches of the cedar toss on the
wind-no 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 upl There come men
who once were hard and cruel and
desperate in wickedness, yet now,
soft and changed by grace, they
come into glory "All fowl of every
wing" And here they come, the
children who were reared in loving
homo circles, ilocking through the
gates of hfe-"All fowl of every
wing" These were white, and came
from northern homes; these were
black, and assembled from southern
plantations; these were copper col
ored, and went up from Indian res
ervations-"All fowl of every wing.
So God gathers them up. 1t is as
tonishing how easy il is for good
soul 10 enter heaven, A prominent
busilSass man in Philadelphia went
home one afternoon, lay down ON the
lounge aud said, 1T is time for me to
go" He was very aged. His daugh-
ter said 10 him, Are you sick4" He
said mo, but il is time for me to go.
Have John put il in two OF the morn
ing papers, that my friends may
know that am gone. Goodby, and
as quick as that God had taken him.
II is easy to 60 when the time
comes. There are no ropes thrown
ont 10 pull us ashore; thore are no
ladders lot down topull us up Christ
comes and takes us by the hand and
says, you have had enough of this;
come up higher" Do you hurt a lily
when you pluck iti Is there any
rudeness whom Jesus touches tho
cheek, and the red rose of health
whitons into the lily of immortal
purity and gladnessl
A BErrER CLINE FOR Us.