The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1894-07-04

troubles and give thee rest. Courage.
old man." Then Christ goes up another
garden path, and he comes to a soul in
trouble and says: Peace; all is WE'LL
have seen thy tears; have heard thy
prayer. The sun shall not smite thee
by day. nor the moon by light. He will
preserve thy soul. Courage, O troubled
spirit! Then l see Jesus going up an
other garden path, and l see great ex-
element among the leaves and hasten
up that garden path to see what Jesus
Is doing there, and, To- he is breaking off
flowers, sharp and clean, from the stem,
and say, stop, Jesus; don't kill those
beautiful flowers" He turns to me and
says: II have come into my garden to
gather lilies. and i mean to take these
up TO higher terrace and for the gar
den around my palace, and there / will
plant them and I'm better soil and in bet
ter air. They shall put forth brighter
leaves and sweeter redolence, and no
frost shall touch them forever" And |
looked up into his face and said: well
il is his garden, and he has right
to do what he will with it. Thy will
be done"-the hardest prayer a man
ever made.
1 notice that the fine gardens some
times have high fences around them,
and l cannot get in. 1t is so with the
kings garden. The only glimpses you
ever get of such a garden is when the
king rides out in his splendid carriage
1t is not so with this garden-the kings
garden. l throw wide open the gate and
tell you all to come in. No monopoly in
religion. Whosoever will. may. Choose
now between a desert and a garden.
Many of you have tried the garden of
this worlds delight. You have found it
has been a chagTin. So it was with
Theodore Hook. He made all the world
laugh. He makes US laugh now when
we read his poems, but he could not
h
midst of his festivities, he confronted a
looking glass, and he saw himself and
said: There, that is true. 1 look just
as / am, done up in body, mind and
purse" So ii was with Shenstone, of
whose garden l told you at the begin
ming of my sermon.
''Save Me Next"
He sat down amid those bowers and
said: Il have lost my road to happiness.
1 am angry and envious and frantic and
despise everything around me- just as it
becomes a mailman to do" Oh, We
weary souls, come into Christ's garden
today and pluck a. little heartseasei
Christ is the only rest and the only
pardon for a perturbed spirit. Do you
not think your chance has almost come?
You men and women who have been
waiting year and after year for some
good opportunity in which to accept
Christ, but have postponed it FIVE ten,
twenty, thirty, years, do you not feel
as If now your hour of deliverance and
pardon and salvation had come? Oh,
man, what grudge hast thou against thy
poor soul that thou wilt not let it be
saved? l feel as if salvation must come
now to some of your hearts.
Some years ago a vessel struck on the
rocks. They had only one lifebOat In
that lifebOat the passengers and crew
were getting ashore. The vessel had
fOGndered and was sinking deeper and
deeper, and that one boat could not take
the passengers very swiftly. A little
girl stood on the deck, waiting for her
turn TO get into the boat The boat
came and went-came and went-but
her turn did not seem to come. After
awhile she could wait no longer, and she
leaped on the taffrail and then sprang
into the sea, crying to the boatman:
''Save me nexti Save me nextr' Oh
how many have gone ashore into Gods
mercy, and yet you are clingng to the
wreck of SIM Others have accepted the
pardon of Christ. but you are in peril
Why not this morning make a rush for
your immortal rescue, crying until Jesus
shall hear you and heaven and earth ring
with the cry: Save me neXti Save me
nextr