Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1894-05-16

march, amid great privations AMI har1ships,
they behaved well. After awhile they prayed
for meat, and the sky darkensd with a great
flock of quails, and these quails fell in large
multitudes all about them, and the Israelites
ate and ate and stuffed themselves until
they died. Oh, my friends, It is not hard
ship or trial or starvation that Injuries the
soul, but abundant supply. 1t is not the
vulture Of trouble that eats up the Christians
life II Is the quails, 1t Is the quailsi You
will yet find out that your midnight wrestle
by the brook JabSok Is with the angel of
God, come down to bless and save.
Learn again that while our wrestling
with trouble may be triumphant We must ex-
pect that II will leave its mark upon US.
Jacob prevailed, but the angel touched him,
and his thigh bone sprang from its socket
and the good man went nmping on his way.
We must carry through this world the mars
Of the combat. What plowei tSose preua
ture wrinkles in your face2 What whitenel
your hair before it was time for frostS What
silenced forever SO much OF the hilarity of
yolr household? All, IT is because the angel
OF trouble hath touched yol that YOU 20
lmping on your way. You need not be sur
prised that those VINO have plssel throug
the fire do not feel as gay as they once did.
DO not be out o! patience with those who
come not out of their despondenCy They
may triumph over their loss, and vet their
gait shall tell you that they have been trouble
touched. Are we sto!cs that we can, un-
moved, ses our cradle ridai OF the bright
eyes and the sweet lips? Can we stand un-
moved and see our gardens of earthly de-
light uprooted2 VIII Jesus, who went Him
selt. be angry with US il we pour our tears
Into the graves that open to swallow down
what we love best? Was Lazarus more deaI
to Him than our beloved dead 10 Us? No
We have n right to weep. Our tears mus
come. You shall not drive them back 70
scald the heart. They fall into Gods bottle.
Afflicted ones have died because they could
not weep. Thank Col for the sweet, tho
mysterious relief that comes TO US in tears
Under this gentle rain the flowers OF corn
put forth their bloom. Col pity that dry.
withered, parched, all consuming grief that
wrings its hands and grin ls its teeth anil
bites its nails unto the quick, but canno.
weep We may have fOuni tho comfort OF
the cross, and yet ever after show that in the
dark night and by the brook Jabbok we were
trouble touched.
Again, we may take the idea Of the text
md announce the approach of the day dawn
No one was ever more glad to see the morn
ing than was Jacob after that night of strug-
gle. 1t is appropriate for philanthrOpists
and Christians to cry out with this angel OF
the text, "The day breaketh.' The worlds
prospects are Frightening. The church OF
Christ Is rising mp in its strength to 90 forth
"fair as the moon, clear az the sun and terri
bic as an army with banners"
Clap your hands, all ye people, the dav
breaketh. The biSotres of the earth are
perishinS. Tho time was when we were
told that IL we wanted to get TO heaven We
must be immersed or sprinkle1, or We must
believe in the perseverance of the saints, or
in falling away from grace, or n liturgy or
no liturgy, or they must bs Calvnists or
ArminiaGs in order to re1ci heaven We
have all come to confess now that these are
nOn-ssentials in religion.
During my vacation one summer I was in
n pr4sfvf priaO auIiapaa o.,
mental day, AMI with grIte nj heart | r.
ceivei the Holy Com nuniOn. o. tns n-xt
Sabbath was in \ Merhc LIST church AMI sat
AT love Toast. On the fp!iow II; Stb path
was in m Epis ,optl church an | kualt at tine
alter and received the consscrl,ei ; bread [
do not know which service l enjoyed the
most. al believe in the communion OF saints
and in the life everlasting" 1.-The day
breaEoth."
AZ look upon this au li~nce 1 see many
who have passed through waves oftroIbc
that came up higher than their girdle In
Gods name | proclaim cessation OF hostfIi-
ties. You shall not 20 away slddencd an
broken-hearted. Goi will lit your burden
God will bring your dead to life. GoI will
stanch the hearts bleeding. know He Will
Like as p father pities his children. SO tho
Lord pities you. The pains of earth will
end The tomb will burst. Fne deal will
rise. The morning star trsnblrs on bright
ening sky. The gates of the east begin TO
inS Open i ub ldN DFeIktIl.
Luther and Melanchthon were talking to-
yether gloomily about the prospects Of the |
church. They could see no hopes of deliver !
lnce. After awhile Luther got up and said |
70 MelanchthOn "COme, PIilipp, let us sin |
he forty-s;xth psalm OF David. God is our |
refuge and strength, a very pleasant help in |
rouble. Therefore will not we fear, though |
he earth ba removed and though the noun |
aims be carried into the midst OF the sea |
hough the waters thereof roIr AMI be trOu- |
oled: though the mountains shake with !
he swelling thereof Seah.'" +,
Death to many, nay to all is n struggle |
md a wrestle. We have many frienis tfrlt |
I will be hard to leave. i care not how |
bright our future hopeis. 1t is a bitter |
hing to look upon this fair world and know |
hat we shall never again see its blossomins |
prinG, its falling fruits, its sparkling |
streams and 70 say farewell to those with |
whom we played in citllhoO1 or sOunselei [
n manhood. In tiilt night, like Jlcop, we :
nay have 10 wrsslie, bar Col will not leave |
Is unbessei. Il shall not be told in heaven |
hat dying soul cried unto Col tOr help, |
Dut was not delivered. The lattice may be |
urned to keep out the sun. or book set to |
lin the light OF the milnight taper, or the |
,oom may be filled with the cries 81 orphan
age and widowhoO1, or the church Of Christ /
nay mourn over our going, hut il Jesus calls |,
all IS well. The strong wrestling 10y the /
brook will cease the hour OF deaths night |
y III pass d4OllS-l CLOCK IN luS morning =
D clock in the morning; o'clock in the
The day breaketh.
So | would have it when die. am in NJ
yruige against this NOrll. The only fault |
have to find with the worll is that 1t treat. J
me too well, but when the time comes to gC
trust TO bs ready, my worldly affairs AT
settled. III have wronged others, L want
hen TO be sure of their forgivanness. In
hat last wrestling, my arm en'eeblei with
sickness and my head faint, [ want Jesus Ue /
side me. II there be hands on this side o. |
the food stretched out TO holi me back, |
want the heavenly hands stretched out to
draw me forward. Then, o Jesus, help me
on aud help mo up. UnIcuring, unioub' |
ing, may step right out INTO tle light an
be able to look back TO my ktnirrd auI
friends who would drtan rns here, cNctaim
ingr "Let me so let me gr. Ine dag
breakethp