St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-01-02
In a Sermon the Boy Preacher
Tells What the Greet
ing Conveys.
The Great Annual Mutation
That We Simply
Call Fate.
Two Great Truths Ineuleated
by the New Years
Dawn.
Belief in Gods Existence and
the Influence Of Cos
pel's Power.

old, rich and poor, learned and I'M
learned. comes this message accom-
panied by smile. In many instances
we fail to consider what they mean
we pronounce them. not as the heart
felt wish, Int too often as formal
greeting and because of the established
custom. 1t is well, however, that we
bear them spoken. 1t gives evidence
that somebody is interested in. orr we'll
fare to the extent of desiring that the
coming year shall bring sunshine to our
hearts and roses along LIES pathway.
The time since we last uttered this
wish does not seem far distant. How
swiftly the departed year has flown!
Time with too speedy n flight has
brought us to another milestone on
life's journey. We may have begged
for 4 respite, we may have sought with
deSpairing grasp to stem the tide that
bears us to our chosen destiny: we may
have sadly witnessed the rush of un-
improved opportunities into the
shadows OF the past Burning with a de-
sire to retrieve what mistakes have been
made in days that are gone. we stretch
forth our hands and cry Backward.
oh, backward turn Time in fight" Our
cry is answered-nOt by the cessation
vi iiiS q NfNi-lNlIiilsS > Wv NV W INV
pause of fleet-fOoted OppOrtunitieS-but
by the onward sweep and march of
days. Fainter and fainter grows yes
terday, until it is lost in the shadows of
Oblivion and today takes its place,
closely followed by tomorrow. What
an memorable law it is that thus mocks
our appeal and watts us to our destiny.
Call you it fate? That is but the lam
guage of superstition the cry of the
desparing. 1t is not fate that hurries
us forward. 1t is the hand of guiding.
controlling. omnipotent Being. God
reigns, and in His hands are the fbers
that compose the warp and wool of
Times events. Thou canst not, with all
thy power and intelligence, stop or
change them.
Wings I on Have,
which. though unseen. are none the less
real. Those piniOnS fastened to your
life, your soul. are hurrying you
through time into eternity. With re-
lentleSs and ceaSeleSS action they carry
you on and on. nearer the company of
innumerable angels. nearer the light of
the celestial city, or closer to the region
Of doomed spirits and their hab-
itatiOn Of darkness and woe.
You cannot stop if you would.
many things there are that we would re-
call but cannot, many things we would
change but are pOWerlPSs so to do. If
nothing else has been taught us by the
year just passed, one thing has been
proven true, and that is that both we
and our environments are subject to
change and evolution. To sum UP our
experiences of the year that has passed
is to find that we are SubSerVient to
higher power than our own, and that
we must meekly bow TO his ruling. We
have lOnged for some things tn suffer
mutation, to atroDhy and die. We have
prayed that others might remain. In
this we are as child standing on the
shores of an expansive ocean and pee
viShly commanding the tide to recede.
Change and decay abound on every
hand. We cannot say to each other "a
Happy New Year" and then fashion
so that you shall always
be supplied with the nectar of joy. We
can only wish or hope that such will be
your experience. This is primarily the
lesson we should at this time learn.
You and | must reconcile ourselves to
a varied existence. How absolutely and
delightfully."- refreshing it is to know
that there is something to which
our souls may anchor and not
have 1t prove a mere contingency. That
in universe of change there is the um-
changing. That God in His infinite love
and mercy has placed within your
reach and mine what shall prove i'm
throughout all time. Me-
thinks that could humanity but under
stand what is this mistaken mountain
to which we refer, they would
eagerly Chamber up its sides, and taking
their station on its summit. ignore the
Swallowed and passing scenes of time,
and rapturousy gaze upon the illu
realities of eternity. That
stable and unchanging thing to which
l point is the gospel as represented in
read that sublime and inspiring SEN
tence from the pen of the apostle, when
he cries out in n delirium of joy:
"Jesus Christ. the same today, yesterday
and forever" Do you rightly appre-
ciate the words of my text, as you read
"that those things which cannot be
shaken may remain? There are some
things that we can justly stamp as
everlasting and unmOyable. The plans
Of men fail and come to naught when
they anticipated their fulfillment.
Like the leaves of a tree
shaken by an nntimely wind
fall flutteringly to the ground, so an I'M
fOreseen calamity is visited upon our
cherished purposes and we stand
stripped of our expectations the leafleSs
plaything Of disappointment and de-
5pair. This experience is the common
Heritage of Mankind.
1t is not my purpose at this time to
depict the fortunes and miSfOrtunes !
hot he fhr6vun t,op,caiuoc hO
crest of the outgoing year and left but |
history of their existence. For the |
present they shah sleep. My desire is
that you Will follow me in q contempla- |
ton of some things that as the apostle |
mas said. cannot be shaken. First and |
among them is,
First-Belief in Gods existence.
1t is hardly necessary in this en-
lighted age to argue for the existence of
iod. That this world had a creator and
S now subject to supreme ruler
10 one will deny. The plain and un-
nistakable evidence of his presence
rave so confounded the unbelievers that
hey are glad to find shelter behind
what they are pleased to term agnostic-
SIN. This is the dogma that cries out
II answer to the SOULS appeal for faith.
Il do not know, there may or may not
De God who controls the universe and
bleSses mankind" What a miserable
apology or defense! Drifting, drifting
Is the passing years, they know not
where. The year TO which we have just
aid farewell has brought 10 me q re-
lOubled and fortified faith. AS the
winter gave way 10 spring. and l saw
he Father of Waters luosed from his
cy letters, as hailed with pleasure the
ong of returning birds, as rejciced to
ee nature once more smile and her face
Infused with blush of resurrected
cried. God still reign5 and
o his power | attribute the revival of
pringtime pleasures. Then spring
retiring gave way to sum
neF. There stood bounteous harvests
II the fields, full of life-giving nOurish-
nent. All things pleasant 10 the eye
nd taste invited the Sharpened sickle.
summer leaves and autumn is ushered
pon the scene. Heavy laden trees of
luscious fruits tempt the appetite of
nan. In the great profusion of natures
who can fail TO see the benel-
ence of God? We now live in the