The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1893-03-09

| us, ana we will know the voice anC
need the call. and we will come under
Gne wings for the night. the strong
| wings. the soft wings, the warm wings
and without fear, and In full sense of
| safety, and then we will rest from sun.
9oWn TO sunrise, "as hen gathereth
her chickens under her wings" Dear
mel How many souls the Lord hath
thus broodedl
Mothers, after watching over sick
cradles and then watching afterward
over Wayward sons and daughters. at
last themselves taken care Of by a
motherly God. Businss men, after a
lifetime struggling with the Uncertain.
tles or money markets and the change
OF tariffs, and the underselling of men
VINO became OF their dishonesties can
atord TO underse]!, and years of disap-
polntment and struggle, at last under
wings where nothing can perturb them
any more than bird of prey which IS
~ miles OFF disturbs chick at mid
night broodlng In barnyard.
My text has its strongest application
1or people who were born in the country.
Wherever you NAY now live, and that
Is the majority of you. You caunot hear
my text without having all the rustic
scenes of the old farmhouse come back
20 you. Good old days they were. You
knew nothing much OF the world for
you had not seen the world.
BY law of association you cannot recall
the broodlnR hen and her chickens
without seeing also the barn. and the
naymoW, and the wagon shed, and the
mouse, ana the room where you played
and the tireside with the big backlog
before which you sat, and the neiQhbors.
ana the burial, and the wedding, and
the 0eeP anowbanks, ami hear the vii
lage bell that called you to worship.
aud seeing the horses which. after
pulnnR you to church, stood around
the OLD clapboarded meeting house,
ana tnose who sat at either end Of the
cnurch pew, and indeed all the scenes
what you were then and of what van
are now, and all these Thoughts are
aroused by the sight OF the old henco0n
Some of you had better go back and
start again. CIV
In thought return to that place and
hear the cluck and see the outsnreaG
feathers and come under the wing and
make the Lord your portion ana shel
Ter ana warmth, preparing for every
tnlng tnat may come, and so avoid be
ing ciassed among those described b,
the closing words Of my text, "as a hei
gathereth her chickens under her wings
and ye would not" Ah, that throw.
the responsibility upon us! aye wouit
not. Alas, for the "would notsp I
6he wandering broods Of the farm heeC
DOT their mothers call and risk tn,
hawk and dare the freshet and expos
themselves to the first frost and storm
surely their calamities are not tht
mothers fault. "Ye would not!" Coz
would, but how many would notp
When good man asked young wo
man VINO had abandoned her home ant
who was deploring her wretchednes
why she did not return, the reply was
Il dare not go home. My father Is 8,
provoked he would not receive M
home" "Then," said the ChristiaI
man, IL will test this" and so he wrot
to the father, and the reply came bacl
and In letter marked outside "Imme
dlate, and inside saying. LET he
come at once; all is forgiven" So Cod
invitation for you is m arked "rmme
diate" on the outside, and inside it Il
written HE will abundantly pardon.
Oh. wanderers from God and happi
ness and home and heaven, come unde
the sheltering wing! Under this call
see you turning from your old way t,
the new way, the living way. the gospe
way. a vessel In the Bristol channe
was nearing the rocks called the 'Stee)
Holmes" Under the tempest the YES
sci was unmanageable. and the onl,
| hope was that the tide would change be
fore she struck the rocks and wen
down. and so the captain stood on tn,
deck, watch in hand. Captain ant
crew and passengers were pallid Will
| terror. Taking another look at hi.
watch and another look look at the sea
he shouted: "Thank God, we are saved
The tide has turned! One minute
| more and we would have
| struck the rocks"
Some Of you have been a long while
| drifting In the tempest of sin and sor
row and have been making for thu
breakers. Thank God, the tide has
turnedl Do you not feel the lift Of tht
blllow2 The grace of God that bring
eth salvation has appeared to your soul
and, in the words of BoaZ to Ruth,
commend you to "the Lord God of Is
real, under whose wings thou hasl
come to trust"