The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1894-11-30

there is q certain prophet known b
the name Of Elisha, who can cure q
most anything, and shouldn't wor
der If he could cure my master. SEN
Tor him right away" 20 hushl' yo1
say. IF the highest medical talent .
all the land can not cure that leper
there is no need of your listening t
any talk OF a servant girl" But do no
scott, do not sheer. The finger of tina
little captive maid is pointing in tn
right direction. She might have said
'This is a judgement upon you TO
stealing me from my native land
Didn't they snatch me off in the night
breaking my fathers and mother
heart? and many time have lair
and cried all night because was 81
homesick." Then, flushing up int
childish Indignation, she might have
said: "Good for them. I'm glad
Naaman's got the leprosy." No. For
getting her personal sorrows, she
sympathizes with the suffering Of hel
master, and commends him to the ia
nous Hebrew prophet.
And how often is it that the finger
of childhood has pointed grown per.
sons in the right direction. Oh, Chris.
tian soul, how long is it since you got
rid of the leprosy of sin? You say:
"Let me see. 1t must be five years
now" Five years. Who was it that
pointed you to the Divine Physician?
"Oh," you say, sit was my little Annie,
or Fred, or Charley, that clambered up
on my knees, and looked into my face,
and asked me why didn't become a
Christian, and, all the while stroking
my cheek so I couldn't get angry, in
sisted upon knowing why didn't have
family pray ers." There are grand
parents who have been brought
to Christ by their little grandchil-
dren. There are hundreds of Chris
tian mothers who had their at
tention first called to Jesus by their
little children. How did you get rid
of the leprosy of sin? How did you find
your way to the Divine Physician?
"Oh," you say, 'my child-my dying
child, with wan and wasted finger,
pointed that way. Oh, I shall never
forget" you say, 'that scene at the
cradle and the crib that awful night.
1t was hard, hard, very hard; but if
that little one on it's dying bed had not
pointed me to Christ, don't think l
ever would have got rid of my leprosy."
Go into the Sabbath-school any Sun
day and you will find hundreds of lit
Tie fingers pointing in the same direc-
lion, toward Jesus Christ and toward
Heaven.
How the countrymen CAPPED as the
procession passed! They had seen
Naaman go pass like whirlwind in
lays gone h., and had stood aghast at |
he clank of his war equipments; but |
low they commiserate him. They say:
Poor man, he will never get home |
live; poor man,
Gen. Naaman wakes up from rest
ess sleep in the chariot, and says to
he charioteer: 'How long before we
hall reach the Prophet Elisha?" The
harioteer says to waysider: "How
ar is it to Elisha's housed" He SAYS:
Two miles. Two miles?" Then they
Whip up the lathered and fagged-out
orses. The whole procession bright
ms up at the prospect of speedy arriv-
l.. They drive up to the door of
he prophet. The charioteers shout
WhoaP' to the horses, and tramping
oofs and grinding wheels cease shak-
ng the earth. Come out, Elisha, come
ut; you have company; the grandest
that ever came to your house
as come to it now. No stir inside
lisha's house. The fact was, the
,ord has informed Elisha that the
ick captain was coming, and just
ow to treat him. Indeed, when YOU
re sick, and the Lord wants you to
ct well, He always tells the doctor
ow to treat you; and the reason we
ave so many bungling doctors is be-
ause they depend upon their own
and instructions, and not on
he Lord God, and that always makes
Come out, Elisha, and
end to your business. Gen. Naaman
nd his retinue waited, and waited, and
'aited. The fact was, Naaman had
NO diseases-pride and leprosy; the
ne was as hard to get rid of as the
ther. Elisha sits quietly in his house,
nd does not go out. After while.
hen he thinks he has humbled this
roud man, he says to a servant:
Go out and tell Gen. Naaman
, battle seven times in the River Jor-
an, out yonder five miles, and he will
ct entirely we'll" The message comes
ut WHAT" says the commander-in-
lief of the Syrian forces, his eye kind
ng with animation which it had not
lown for weeks, and his swollen foot
,amping on the bottom of the chariot,
,gardless of pain. what! Isn't he
,ming out to see me? Why thought
,rtainly he would come and utter some