Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1892-03-10

cursed TO the bone for your ingrasitude
and unkindncssi
| Obi IL Is hard 10 be old without relig-
ion--to feel this world goiag away, and
nothing. better coming, II there be any
here who have gone far on without
Christ, 7 address You dcfcrentially. You
have found this a tough world for old
people. Alasl 10 have aches and pains,
aud no Christ 10 soothe them. I want
TO give you a cane better than that you
lean on. IL IL the cane that the Bible
speaks Of when IL says: THY rod and
Thy staff, they comfort me-" want
TO give you better spectaclcs than those
you now look through. II Ia the spirit
ual cycsight Of divine grace. Christ
will not think that you are In the way.
Docs your head trcmble with the palsy
of old agc2 Lay II on Christ's bosom.
do you feel lonely now that your COM
panions and children are gone? think
Christ has them. They are safe in Ills
keeping.
Very soon lie will take you where
they are. take hold Of your arm and
try to lead you TO place where you
can put down all your burden. 90
with me. Only a 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
slceplcss 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 wayl" Oh. how
many dear old foll,s Jesus has put
TO sleep! How swcctly lie has closed
their eyes! How gently folded their
| armsl How lie has put n hand on their
silent hearts aud said, REST now, tired
pilgrim. II is all over. The tears will
never start again. Ilushl hush!" So
| lie gives Ills beloved 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. I never feel sorry for q
Christian old man. Why feel sorry for
those upon whom the glories OF the
eternal world are about tn burst? They
are gong to the goodly cedar. Though
their wings are heavy with age, God
shall renew their strength like the
eagle, and they shall make their nest in
the cedar. "All fowl of every wing"
Again: The very bad, the outrage.
ously sinful, may come. Men talk of
the grace 81 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 II would be to point
to our own case and say: ''If God saved
us. lie can save any body" There may
be those here who never had one earn.
est word said to them about their
souls. Consider me rs putting my
hand on your shoulder and looking
you in the eye. God has been good to
you. You ask: "IIow do you know
tha.? lie has been very hard on
me-" Where did you come from?"
Home Then you have n home.
Have you ever thanked God for that
homer lave you children?" YES"
Have you ever thanked God for your
children2 Who keeps them safe? Were
you ever sick?" yes" "Who made
you we'll? Have you been fed every
day? Who feeds you? Put your hand
on your pulse. Who makes it throb2
Listen to the respiration Of your lungs
Who helps you TO breath? Have you q
Bible In the house, spreading before
you the future life? Who. gave you
that Bible?" Oh, it has been a story
81 goodness and mercy all the
way through You have been
one of Gods pet children. Who
fonaled you, and carcssed yoI sno
loved you? And when you went tray.
80 .antcd 10 somc back, did He ever
CO know Of a father who. after
IN came back the fourth time, said
forgavc you three times, butt
ever forgive you again" And the
son went off and died. But God takes
back his children the thousandth time
as -eheerfully rs the first AS easily as
! with my handkerchief strike the dust
I off a book, God will wipe out all your
s;ns.
There are hospitals for ''incurables. I"
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 a soul, your fash shall come
again like the flesh of little child.
Oh. this mercy of God! am told il is
an ocean. Then I 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 the ocean. That craft puts
out in one direction and sails to the
north; this craft to the south; this to
the east; this to the west They crowd
on all their canvass and sail 10000
years, and one day come up the harbor
of Heaven and ] shout to them from
the beach: "IIave you found the shorcP"
and they answer: mo shore to Gods
mercy" Swift angels dispatched 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 mercy.
Mercy! Mercy! Mercy sing IL. 7
preach it. pray it, Here I find n
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 for ever Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!
There is no depth it can not fathom,
there is no height it can not scale, there
is no infnity it can not compass. ]
take my stand under this goodly cedar.
and see the foclSs flying thither They
are torn with the shot of temptation
III s.1-
Some fought with iron bcals, some
once Toasted on carcasses, some were
fierce of eye and cruel of talon, but they
came. flock after fock-"all fowl OF
every wing