The Bossier banner., 1894-01-25
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the household. Blue eyes closed. Color
/ dashed out of the cheek. The foot
still Instead of the quick feet in the
hall, the heavy tread of those
who march to the grave. Oh,
what are people to do amid all
| these sorrows? Some sit down and
mourn. Some bite their lip until the
blood comes. Some wiring their pale
hands. Some fall on their faces. Some
| lie on their backs helpless and look up
into what seems to them an Implying
Heaven. Some pull their hair down
over their eyes and look through with
a tiend'S glare. Some, with both
hands, press their hot brain and want
+ to die and cry, so God, o God"' Long
night, bitter night, stupendous night
! of the worlds suffering! Some know
/ not which way to turn. But not SO the
Christian man. He looks up toward
/ the Heavens
! He sees bright appearance in the
heavens, Can it be only a flashing
meteor? Can it be only falling star?
Can it be only a delusion? Nay, nay.
! The longer he looks the more distinct
]
! cries out, IA star-a morning star,
star of comfort, a star of grace, a
/ star of peace, the star of the Redeem
er!'' Peace for all trouble. Balm for
all wounds. Life for all dead Now
Jesus, the great heart healer, comes
! into our home. Peace! Peace that
passeth all understanding. We look
up through our tears. We are COM
forted 1t is the morning star of the
Redeemer. ''Who broke off that flow
er?" said one servant in the garden to
another. ''Who broke off that hower?"
| And the other servant said, The mas
ter" Nothing more was said, for if
! the master had not the right to break
| off flower to wear over his heart or to
set in the vase in the mansion, who
has a right to touch the flower? And
when Christ comes down into our gar
den to gather lilies, shall we fight him
back? Shall we talk rs though he had
no right to come? If any one in all
the universe has right to that which
is beautiful in our homes, then our
master has, and he will take it, and he
will wear it over his heart, or he will
set it in the vase of the palace eternal.
The Lord gave, and the Lord hath
taken away; blessed be the name of
the Lord" Peace, troubled soul!
put the balm on your wounded heart
tonight. The morning star, the morn
ing star of the Redeemer.
Again, Christ heralds the dawn of
millennial glory. 1t is night in China,
night in India night in Siberia, night
for the vast majority of the worlds
population. But it seems to me there
are some intimations of the morning.
All Spain is to be brought under the
influence of the gospel. What is that
light see breaking over the top of the
Pyrenees? The morning! Yea, all Italy
shall receive the gospel. She shall have
her schools and her colleges and her
churches Her vast population shall
surrender themselves to Christ. What
is that light | see breaking over the top
of the Alps? The morning. All India
shall come to God. Her idols shall be
cast down. Her juggernauts shall be
broken. Her temples of iniquity shall
be demolished. What is that light I
see breaking over the top of the Hima-
layas? The morning. The unpurpled
clouds shall gild the path of the con-
quering day. The Hottentot will come
out of his mud hovel to look at the
dawn; the Chinaman will come up on
the granite cliffs, the Norwegian will
get up on the rocks, and all the beach
of Heaven will be crowded with celes-
tlal lnha bltants come out to see the sun
rise over the ocean of the world s
agony They shall come from the east,
and from the west, from the north, and
from the south, and sit down in the
kingdom of God. These sweltered un-
der tropical suns. These shived I'M
der 1celandic temperature. These
plucked the vineyards in Italy. These
packed the tea boxes in China. These
were aborigines lifting up their duskv
faces in the dawn. And the wind shall
watt it, and every mountain shall be-
come TRANSPORTATION, and the sea
will become the walking place of Him
who trod the wave cliffs of stormy
Tiberias, and the song of JOY shall rise
toward heaven, and the great sky will
; become sounding board which shall
| obi AhO odCh Cilc SlOuG Oh SalVatlOn TO
the earth until it rebounds again to
the throne of the Almighty, and the
morning star of Christian hope will be-
come the the full sunburst of millen-
NAL glory.
Again, Christ heralds the dawn of
Heaven upon every Christians dying
pillow. l suppose you have noticed
that the characteristics of people in
their healthy days are very apt to be
their characteristics in their dying
days. The dying words of ambitious
Napoleon were, Head of the army
The dying words of poetic Lord
Byron were, Il must sleep now
The dying words of affectionate
Lord Nelson were, Kiss me,
Hardy" The dying words of Voltaire
were, as he saw one whom he sup
posed to be Jesus in the room, Crush
that wretch" But l have noticed that
the dying words of Christians ALWAYS
mean peace Generally the pain is all
gone, and there is great quietude
through the room. AS one of these
brothers told me of his mother in the
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