The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1893-06-15


to vision OF the cross. Left handed |
mo- to the work! Take the gospel form
sling and faith and repentance Tor the
smooth stone from the brook, take sure
aim, God direct the weapon, and great |
Goiaths will tumble before you.
When Garlbaldi was going out to bat
tic. he told his trOOps what ha wanted |
them TO do. aud after &c had described |
"WcM, general. what are YOU gong to
give us Tor all this" SWELL" he replies,
II don't know what else YOU will get,
but you will yet hunger and cold and
wounds aud death. How do you like
ii?' His men stood before him Tor ii lit.
Tie while in silence, end then they threw
up their hands aud cried: 1--WE are the
men. We are the men!" The Lord
j. sus Christ calls You to his service. |
! DO not promise you an easy time in this
world. IOu may have prcsccull)nS and
trials and 'usrcprcs cntatiOnS, but alter
| ward there comes an eternal weight OF
glory, and you can bear tie wounds, and
the bruises, AMI the misrepresentation
! it you can have the reward aflerward
| Have you not enough enthusi ISM to cry
Ou: I'VE are the meu! We are the
mcn?'
Iearu ais" from THIS suhic It tie dan
ger OF worldly elevation. This Eslon
was Shat the world called a great mat.
There were hundreds of people who
would have considered it the greatest
honor OF their life just to have him spe TX
TO them. Yet a'tnOuyh h he is so hugh up
IN worldly position he is not beyond the
reach OF Ehud'S dagger. | see great
many people trying to climb up in social
position, having an idea that there is /,
safe place somewhere iM abIvc, not
knowing that the mounte of fame has
top like Mont Blanc. covered with
perpetual snow.
We laugh at the chll .,ren Of Shinai
lor trying to build a to %er that could
reach to the heavens, but | think if our
eyeslght were only good enough we
could see Is ,bel in many dooryard.
On, the struggle is fierce! II is store
against store, house against house, street
against street, nation against nation.
The goal tor which men are running Is
chairs aud chandeliers and mirrors and
houses aud lands and presidential
equipments. Ii they get what they an
tIclpate, what have they got: Men are
not safe from Calumny while they live
and, worse than that they arc not safe
after they are dead, for have seen
SWINE root up graveyardS.
One day maH goes up into publicity
ami tue world does HIM honor, and prO.
pie climb up into sycamore trees to
watch him as he passes, and as he goes
along on the shoulders of the people
there is waving OF hats and wild
huzzl. Tomorrow the same man is
caught between the Jaws Of the printing
press and mangle,! and bruised. aud the
very same persons who applauded hm
before cry: "DOwn with the traitor.
Down with him."
BelshazZar sits at the feast, the
mighty men OF Babylon sitting all
around HIM. Wit sparklcs like The wine
and the VINE like the wit. Music rolls
up among Lhe chandeliers: the chaudc-
lIcrs flash down on the dccunters. The
breath OF hanging gardens floats in on
the night air: the voice Of revelry floats
out. Amid wlcaths and tapestry and
lolded banners a finger writes. The
march Ola host is heard on the stairs.
LAUGHTER catches in the throat. A thou
sand hearts stop beating. The blow is
struck. The blood on the floor is richer
hucd than the wine on the table. The
| hllSuOll llttS uc)arlCu.
BelshaZzar was no worse perhaps than
hundreds of people in Babylon, but his
! position slew him. on, he content with
Just such position rs God mas placed
you IN! IL may not be SAID OF us, "IIe
was great general" or "IIc was an
honored chieftain," or "EIe was mighty
IN worldly att linments," but this tnlnw
may be sail OF you and me, "IIe was n
good citizen, Il faithful Christian, a
trend OF Jesus" Aud tia, in the last
day will be the highest OF all culo gums.
| learn further from this subject that
death comes to the summer house. Eg-
ION did not expect to die in that fine
place. Amid all the flower leaves that
drltcd like summer snow into the win
dow; IN the tlnkle and dash of the fOun-
talhS; III the sound of Il thousand leaves
nutterlnG on one tree branch; in the cool
breeze thai came up to shake fcvcrish
trouble out OF the kings locks, there
was nothing that spakc of death, b 1t
there he died! In the winter, when the
snow is shroud, and when the wind ls
urge, 1t ls easy to think of our mortal
'ly. but when the weather is pleasant
ana all our surroundings are agreeable
how difficult it is for us to appreciate
the truth that we are mortal! And yet
my text teaches that death does some
tlmes come to the summer house.
lie Is blind and cannot see the leaves
lie IS deaf and cannot hear the toun-
tains. on, if death would ask us for
victims, we could point him to hundreds
OF people who would rejoice to have
INN come. Push back the door OF that |
novel. Look at that little child-cold
and SICK and hungry. 1t has never
heard the name OF God but in blasphcmv |
Parents intoxicated staggering around
It's straw bed. Oh, death there is a mark
Tor thee! Up with it Into The liyhr! Be.
lore these little feet stumble on lies
pathway give them rest.
Here Is an aged man. lie has done
ms work. lie has done it glorlously.
The companions Of his youth arc ali
gone, his children dead. lie longs TO be
Mt rest and YEARLY the DAYS and the
nights pass. lie says, Come, Lord .Je-
Sus come quickly" Oh, death there is
mark for thee! Take from him the
stall and give him the sceptcr! Up with
him into the lIpht Whorn cvos ,o,,o,, |