The Globe-republican., 1894-05-11


Was Lazarus more dear to him than
our beloved dead to us No We
have a righu to weep Our tears
must come. You shall not drive them
back to scald the heart They fall into
Gods bottle. Afflicted ones have died
because they could not weep Thank
God for the sweet. the mysterious re-
lief that comes to us in tears! Under
this gentle rain the flowers of corn put
forth their bloom God pity that dry.
withered. parched. all-consuming grief
that wrings its hands. and grinds its
teeth, and bites its nails unto the
quick, but cannot weep! We may have
found the 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 and announce the approach of the
day-dawn. No one was ever more glad
to see the morning than was Jacob
after that night of struggle. 1t is ap-
propriate for philanthropists and Chris
tians to cry out with this angel of the
text: 1.-The day breaketh. The
worlds prospects are Frightening.
The Church of Christ is rising up in its
strength to go forth flair as the moon,
clear as the sun and terrible as an army
with banners" Clap your hands, all
We people, the day breaketh. The
bigotries of the earth are perish
ing. The time was when we were
told that if we wanted to get to Heaven
we must be immersed or sprinkled; or
we must believe in the perseverance of
the saints. in falling away from grace.
or a liturgy or no liturgy; or they must
be Calvinists, or Arminians, in order to
reach Heaven. We have all come to
confess now that these are nOn-essen-
tials in religion
During my vacation, one summer, !
was in Presbyterian audience. and it
was sacramental day. and with CRATE
full heart l received the holy COM
munion. On the next Sabbath l was in
a Methodist church and sat at a love
feast. On the following Sabbath l was
in an Episcopal church. and knelt at
the ALTA. and received the consecrated
bread do not know which service
enioved the most. Il believe in the
communion of saints and in the life
everlasting" 1.-The day brea.:.th."
AS l look upon this audience, see
many who have passed through waves
of trouble that came up higher than
their girdle. In Gods name proclaim
cessation of hostilities You shall not
go always saddened and heart-broken.
God will lift your ,urden. God will
bring your dead to life. God will
stanch the hearts bleeding. l know
he will. Like as a father pities his
children, so the Lord pities you. The
pains of earth will end. The tomb
will burst The dead will rise. The
morning star trembles on brighten
sky. The gates of the east begin to
swing open. The day breaketh.
Luther and Melancthon were talking
together gloomily about the prospects
of the church. They could see no hope
of deliverance After awhile Luther
got up and said to MelancthOn, Come.
Philip. let us sing the forty-sixth psalm
of David: God is our refuge and
strength, very present help in trouble.
the earth tie removed, and though the
mountains be carried into the midst of
the sea; though the waves thereof roar
and be troubled; though the mount
aims shake with the swelling thereof.
Selah.''
Death to many. nay to all, is strug-
gle and a wrestle. We have many
friends that it will be hard to leave, l
care not how bright our future hope is
1t is bitter thing to look upO, this
fair world and know that we shall
never again see its blossoming spring,
its falling traits. it sparkling streams,
and to say farewell to those with
whom we played in childhood. In
that night. like Jacob, we may
have to wrestle. but God will
not leave us unblessed 1t shall
not be told in heaven that dying soul
cried unto God for help. but was not
delivered. The lattice may be turned
to keep out the sun, or book set to
dim the light of the midnight taper; or
the room may be filed with the cries
of orphanage and widowhood: or the
church of Christ may mourn over our
going; but if Jesus calls. all is we'll
The strong wrestling by the brook will
cease; the hour of deaths night will
pass along: o'clock in the morning; 2
o'clock in the morning: 4 o'clock in the
morning: the day breaketh.
So would have it when die. am
in no haste to be gone. have no
grudge against this world. The only
fault l have to find with the world is
that it treats me too well: but when
the time comes to go l trust to be
ready. my worldly affairs all settled.
If have wronged others l want, then,
to be sure of their forgiveness In
that last wrestling. my arm en-
feebled with sickness. and my
head faint. l want Jesus beside
me. If there be hands on this side
of the food stretched ont to hold me
back. l want the heavenly hands
stretched out to draw me forward.
Then. o Jesus, help me on and help me
up Unfearing. undoubting. may
step right out into the light, and be
q hlo IN Look ha cl< IN my kindred and