Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1893-03-04

and all night long the wings win stay
outspread, and the little ones viii not
utter sound. Thus at shutdown, Low.
ingly, safely, completely, the hen broods
her young. So, if we are the Lords, the
evening of our life will come The heats
of the day will have passed. There will
be shadows, and we cannot see as far.
The work of life will be about ended.
The hawks of temptation that lowered
in the sky will have gone to the woods
and folded their wings. Sweet silences
will come down. The air will be redo /.
lent with the breath of whole arbors Of
promises sweeter than jasmine or even.
Ing primrose. The air may be q little
chill, but Christ will call us, and we will
know the voice and heed the call, and we
will come under the 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 shutdown. to sunrise, .tas hen
gathereth her chickens underher wing. Y.
Dear me, how many souls the Lord hath
;thus broodeat2s -::-s ;, -. - Z
Mothers, 5after. watching over sick cra-
dies and then watching afterward over
wayward sons and daughters, at last
themselves taken care OF by motherly
God. Business men, after lifetime
struggling with the uncertainties Of
money markets, and the change of tariffs,
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cause of their dishonesties can afford to
undersell, and years of disappointment.
and struggle. at last under wings where
nothing can perturb them any more than
a bird of prey which is 10 miles off dis
turbs chick at midnight brooded in
;barnyard.
TRUSTING IN DIVINE SHELTER.
My text has its strongest application
for people who were born in the country,
wherever you may now live, and that is
the majority Of you. You cannot hear
my text without having all the rustic
scenes of the old farmhouse come back
to 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 brooding hen and her chickens with
out seeing also the barn, and the hay.
NOW, and the wagon shed, and the
house, and the room where you played,
and the freside with the big backlog
before which you sat, and the peighbors.
and the burial, and the wedding, and
the deep snowbanks, and hear the vii
lage bell that called you to worship, and
seeing the horses which, after pulling
you to church, stood around the old clap
boarded meeting house, and those who
sat at either end of the church pew, and
indeed all the scenes of the first IA years,
and you think of what you were then
and of what you are now, and all these
thoughts are aroused by the sight of the
old hencoop.
Some of you had better go back and
start again. In thought return to that
place and hear the cluck and see the
outspread feathers and come under the
wing and make the Lord your portion
and shelter and warmth, preparing for
everything that may come, and so avoid
being classed among those described by .
the closing words of my text, 1as q hen
!gathereth her chickens under her wings
the respUns1pihTy upon hsI -'youru--
not" Alas, for the "would nots" If
the wandering broods of the farm heed
not their mothers call and risk the
hawk and dare the freshet and expose
themselves to the frost and storm, sure
ly their calamities are not their moth
er's fault. I've would not!' God would,
but how many would not!
When good man asked young wom-
an who had abandoned her home and who
was deploring her wretchedness why she
did not return, the reply was: II dare
not go home. My father is 30 provoked
he would not receive me home" "Then,'
said the Christian man, twill test this"
And so he wrote to the father, and the
reply came back and in letter marked
outside Immediate" and inside saying,
"Let her come at once; all is forgiven
So Gods invitation for you is marked
"Immediate" on the outside, and insideit
is written, He will abundantly pardon"
Oh, We wanderers from God and hap
piness and home and heaven, come under
the sheltering wing. Under this call
see you turning from your old way to
the new way, the living way, the gospel
way. A vessel in the Bristol channel
was nearing the rocks called the "Steep
Holmes" Under the tempest the vessel
was unmanageable, and the only hope
was that the tide would change before
she struck the rocks and and went down,
and SO the captain stood on the deck.
watch in hand. Captain and crew and
passengers were pallid with terror. TAX
ing another look at his watch and an
other 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 long while
drifting in the tempest of sin and sor-
row and have been making for the break
ers. Thank God, the tide has turned.
Do YOU not feel the lift of the blow
The grace of God that bringeth saliva
ton has appeared to your soul, and IN
the words of Boaz to Ruth l commend
YOU to "the Lord God of Israel, under
whose wings thou hast come to trust
An Interesting House Clock.