Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1892-08-11

pours that light on palace and dungeon
on squalid heathenism and elaborate skep-
ticsm, on widows tears and martyrs robe
of flame, on weeping penitence and loud
mouthed scorn.
She il the only institution today that
gives any light to our world. Into her
portal the poor come and get the sympathy
of "A once pillowlcss Christ, the bereaved
come aud see the bottle in which God saves
all our tears, and the captives come, and
on the sharp corners of her affairs dash off
their chains, and the thirsty come and put
their cup under the Rock of Ages" which
pours forth from its smitten side living
water, sparkling water, crystalline water,
from under the throne of God and the
Lamb. Blessed the bell that calls her wor
shippers to prayer. Blessed the water in
which her members are baptized. Blessed
the wine that glows in her sacramental
cups. Blessed the songs on which her de-
votions travel up and the angels of God
travel down.
SURVIVES ALL STORMS.
AS the moon goes through the midst of
the roaring storm clouds unfinished and
unframed. and comes out calm and beau
| tiful on the other side, so the church of
God has gone through all the storms of
| this worlds persecution and come out un-
| injured, no worse for the fact that Robe
| sphere cursed it, and Noltaire carrcatured
| it, and Tom Paine sneored ut it, and all the
forces Of darkness have bombarded it. Not
| like some baleful comet shooting across
tho sky, scattering terror and dismay
among the nations, but above the long
| bowling night of the world 5 wretchedness
the Christian church has made her mild
way, Fair as the moon"
take step further in my'subiect-
Clear us the sun" After season Of
storm or fog how You are thrilled when
the sun comes out at MONDAY! The mists
travel up hill above hill, mountain above
mountain, until they are sky lost. The
| forests are full Of chirp and buzz and song,
| honey makers on the log, birds beak
! pounding the bark, the chatter of the
| squirrel on the rail, the call of hawk out
of the clear sky mako you thankful for
the sunshine which makes all the world 30
busy and SO glad. The same sun which in
the morning kindled confagrations among
the castles of cloud, stoops down to paint
the lily white and the buttercup yellow
| and the forgetmcnOt blue.
What can resist the sun? Light for
voyager ON the deep, light for shepherds
| guarding the tlocks afield light for the
~ ~ 40 40 a.. ~ '1i1' .9uV ~
uno uo"h'a9U ana lne weary HShC lor
achlng eyes ana burning brain and con-
| Stunning captive lght Tor the smooth brow
OF chlIdhood ana the dlm vision oil the
octoSenarah' HS4t Tor queens coronet and
sewing glrIs needle. Let there be llght.
Now, says my text W no Is she that
| looketh forth clear as the sum- Our an
sWer IS the church. You have been go
ing along a road before daybreah, and on
one side you thought saw lion, and on
the other side you thought you saw COB
I'm OF the darkness, but when the sun
came out you found these were harmless
| apparitiona. And II i the great mission
OF the church OF Jesus Christ to come
forth clear as the sun, to illulnine all
earthly darkness, to explain as far as
| possible oil mystery, ana to make the
world radiant IN It's brightness, and that
which YOU thought was an aroused lion
Is found out to be a sIumberinS lamb, and
the s"pulchral gates of your dead turn out
to he the opening gates OF heaven, aud
that winch you supposed was flaming
sword to keep You out Of paradise is an