Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1894-05-04

| hear nothing about Him. That intervening
eighteen years think he was in India But
| He came back to Palestine and crowded
everything into three years-three winters,
three springs, three summers, three aut-
umns. Our life is short but would God we
might see how much we could do in three
years. Concentration! 1ntenslfication
Three years of kind words! Three years OF
living for others Three years OF ssit-sacri-
fee! Let us try it.
Aye, Christ was lovely in His demise. he
had right that last hour to deal in anathe-
matization Never had any one been so
meanly treated Cradle of straw among
goats and camels-that was the worlds re-
ception OF Hin! Rocky cliff, with ham
mers pounding spikes through tortured
nerves-that was the worlds farewell satlta-
ton The slaughter of that scene som times
hides the loneliness OF the sufferer. Under
the saturation of tears and blood We some
times fail to see the sweetest face OF earth
and heaven. Altogether lovely! Can cold
est criticism find an unkind word He ever
spoke, or an unkind action that He ever per-
formed or an unkind thought that He ever
harbored2
What a marvel it is that all the nations of
earth do not rise up in raptures OF affection
for Him 1 must say II here and now. LIT
my right hand in solemn attestation. love
Him. and the grief of my life is that do not
love Him more. Is it an impertinence for
me to ask Do you, my hearer-you, my
reader. love Him? Has He become part of
your nature? Have you committed your
children on earth into His keeping, as your
children in heaven ara already in His bosom?
Has H6 done enough to win your confidence!
Can you trust Him, living and dying and for
ever? Is your back or your face toward Himf
Would you Ike to have His hand to guide
you. His might to protect you, His grace to
comfort you, His suferings TO atone for you,
His arms to welcome you, His love to encIr'
n la
Oh, that we might all have something OF
the great Germ reformer's love for this
Christ which led him to say, eff any ono
knocks at the door of my breast and says,
who lives there? my reply is. Jesus Christ
lives here, not Martin Luther. " Will 1t not
be grand If. when We get through this short
and rugged road Of life, We can go right up
into His pres 3nce an1 live with Hin woriI
without end.
And it, entering the gate of that heavenly
city, we should be 50 overwhelmed with our
unworthinesS on the one sile, and the super
nal spendor on the other side, We get a lit
tie bewildered and should for a few moments
be, lost on the streets of gold aud among the
FURNISHED temples AMI the sapphire thrones,
there would be plenty to show US tho way
andtake US out of our joyful bewi!derment,
and perhaps the woman of Main would say,
''Come, let me take you to the Christ who
raised my only boy to life And Martha
would say, Come, let me take you to tho
from the tomb" And one Of tho disciples
would say, "Come, AMI let mo take you
to the Christ who saved our sinking sdip
in the hurricane on G3nn9saret. And
Paul would say, Come, AMI let me
lead you to the Christ for whom L died
on the road to Ostia." Aud whole groups of
martyrs would say, ''Come, let us show you
tho Christ for whom we ratified the chain and
waded the floods and dared the fires" And
our own gIoriied kin lrei wouldfiock arounl
u.s. saying, 'We have been waiting goo1
while for you, but before we talk over old
times, and we tell you Of waat We have en-
joyed since we have ba9n here, and you tell
US OF what you have suffered sinc3 we parted,
come, como and let us show you the greatest
sight in all the place, the most resplendent
throne, and upon it the mighttest conqueror,
the exaltation of heaven, the theme of the
immortals, the altogether great, the altogeth-
er good, the altogether fair, the altogether
lovelyr'
Well, the delightful morn will como
When my dear L ord will bring me home
And shall see His face.
Then. with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
blest etern ty I'll speId,
Triumphant in His grace.