The Bossier banner., 1894-12-06
NUMBER II.

this morning with sack of corn and
throw it in the fields and try to get
them to stop, they are so far up they
would hardly see it. They are on their
way to the south. You could not stop
them Oh, that we were as wise about
the best time to start for God and
Heaveni We say: "Wait until it is
a little later in the season of mercy.
Wait until some of these green
leaves of hope are all dried up and
have been scattered. Wait until next
year" After awhile we start, and it is
too late, and we perish in the way
when Gods wrath is kindled but a lit
tie. There are, you know, exceptional
late, and in the morning you have
found them dead on the snow. And
there are those who have perished half
way between the world and Christ.
They waited until the last sick
ness, when the mind is gone, or
they were on the express train
going at forty miles an hour,
and they came to the bridge and the
| ''draw was up" and they went down.
How long to repent and pray? Two
seconds! To do the work of lifetime
and to prepare for the vast eternity in
two seconds! l was reading of an en-
tertainment given in a kings court,
and there were musicians there with
elaborate pieces of music. After
awhile Mozart came and began to
play, and he had a blank piece
of paper before him, and the
king familiarly looked over his shoulder
and said: What are you playing?
1 see no music before you" And
Mozart put his hand on his brow, as
to say: ST am improvising," 1t was
very well for him, but oh, my friends,
we can not extemporize for Heaven.
If we do not get prepared in this
world, we will never take part in the
orchestral harmonies of the saved. Oh,
that we were as wise as the crane and
the stork, flying away. flying away
from the tempest!
Some of you have felt the pinching
frost of sin. You feel it to-day. You
are not happy. look into your faces,
and l know you are not happy. There
are voices within your soul that will
not be silenced, telling you that you
are sinners, and that without the par
don of God you are undone forever.
What are you going to do, my friends.
with the accumulated transgres-
sions of lifetime! Will you stand
still and let the avalanche tumble over
you? Oh, that you would go away
into the warm heart of Gods mercy.
The southern grove, redolent with
magnolia and cactus, never waited for
northern focl1s, as God has waited for
you, saying: 81 have loved thee with an
everlasting love. Come unto me, all
We who are weary and heavy laden,
and will give you rest"
Another frost is bidding you away
it is the frost of sorrow. Where doyou
live now? "Oh," you say: 81 have
moved" Why did You move? You
say: II have moved" Why did you
move? You say: 81 don't want as large
a house now as formerly" Why do you
not want as large house? You say:
''My family is not SO large" Where
have they gone to? Eternityl Your
mind goes back through that last
sickness and through the almost
supernatural effort to keep life, and
through these prayers that seemed
unavailing, and through that kiss
which received no response, because
the lips were lifeless, and hear the
bells tolling and l hear the hearts
breaking-while l speak, / hear them
: break A heart Another heart!
Alone! Alone! Alone! The world,
| which in your girlhood and boyhood
! was sunshine. is cold now, and OIL
weary dove, you fly around this
Il world as though you would like
!, to stay, when the wind and the frost
i and the blackening clouds would bid
7, you away into the heart of an all
= comforting God. Oh, | have noticed
again and again what botch this
world makes of it when it tries to COM
{ fort soul in troubled 1t says: Don't
; cryr' How can we help crying when
y the hearts treasures are scattered, and
y father is gone, and mother is gone, and
: companions are gone, and the child is
- gone, and everything seems gone. 1t is
no comfort to tell a man not to cry.
. The world comes up and says: "Oh, 1t
. is only the body of your loved one that
g you have put into the ground!' But
there is no comfort in that. That body
u is precious. Shall we never put our
s hand in that hand again, and shall we
" never see that sweet face again? Away
T. with your heartlessness, oh, world
But come, Jesus! and tell us that when
the tears fall they fall into Gods bottle
'e that the dear bodies of our loved ones
shall rise radiant in the resurrection
's and all the breakings down here shall
= be fittings up there, and they shall
" hunger no more, neither thirst any
= = more, neither, shall the sun light or
n on them nor any heat, for the Lamb
which is in the midst of the throne
shall lead them to living fountains o
water, and God shall wipe all the fear
from their eyes"
The Saviour calls,
Ye wanderers come,
u Oh, ye benighted souls,
Sc Why longer roamf
)u The Spirit calls to-day,
IN Yield to His power;
Oh, grieve Him not away.
'Tis mercy's hour.
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