The morning news., 1894-10-22

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fly so low that we are within easy range
of the world, the flesh, and the devil.
We are brought down by temptations
that ought not TO come within mile Of
reaching us. on for some Of the faith of
George Muller Of England and Alfred
Cookman, one of the church militant. now
OF the church triumphant So poor is the
type of piety in the church of God now,
that meI actually Caricature the idea
that there is any such thing as higher
life Moles never did believe in eagles.
But, my brethren. because we have not
reached these nights ourselves, shall we
derde the fact that there are any such
nights? man was once talking to Bru-
mel, the famous engineer about the length
of the railroad from London TO Bristol
The engineer said, 1t is not very great
We shall have after a while a steamer
running from England to New York"
They laughed him to scorn; but we have
gone so far now that we have ceased to
laugh at anything as impossible for hu-
man achievement. Then, I ask, is any
thing impossible for the Lord? / do not be
Heye that God exhausted all his grace in
Paul. and Latimer and Edward Payson.
1 believe there are higher points of
Christian attainment to be reached in the
future ages of the Christian world. You
tell me that Paul went up to the uptop of
the Alps of Christian attainment. Then
I tell you that the stork and crane have
found above the Alps plenty of room for
free flying. We go out and we conquer
our temptations by the grace of God, and
lie down. On the morrow those tempta-
tions rally themselves and attack us, and
by the grace of God We defeat them
again; but staying all the time in the old
encampment, we have the same old bat
ties to fight over Why not whip out our
temptations, and then forward march,
making one raid through the enemy's
country stopping not until we break ranks
after the last victory. DO, my brethren,
let US have some novelty of combat, at
any rate, by changing. by going
on, by making advancement, tra-
ding off our stale prayers about
sins we ought to have quit long ago,
going on toward a higher state of Chris
tian character, and routing out sins that
we have never thought of yet. The fact
is, if the Church of God-if we, as individ-
uals, made rapid advancement in the
Christian life, these stereotyped prayers
we have been making for ten or fifteen
years would be as Inappropriate to us as
the shoes. and the hats. and the coats we
wore ten or fifteen years ago Oh for a
higher fight in the Christian life the
stork and the crane, in their migration,
teaching us the lesson!
Dear Lord, and shall we ever live,
At this poor dying rate
Our love so faint, so cold to thee
And thine to us so great?
Agian I remark that the birds of the
air are wiser than we, because they know
when to start If you should go out now
and shout, stop, storks and cranes, don't
be in n hurry they would say. mo, we
cannot stop; last night we heard the roar
ing in the woods bidding us away and the
shrill flute Of the north wind has sounded
the retreat. We must go. We must go" So
they gather themselves into companies
tain top, or shock of musketry, over land
and sea- straight as an arrow to the mark
they go. And If you come out this morn
ing with a 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 south. You could not
stop them, Oh, that we were as wise
about the best time to start for God and
heaven! 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 rath is kindled but lit
tie. There are, you know, exceptional
cases, where birds have started too late,
and in the morning you have found them
dead on the snow. And there are those
who have perished halfway between the
world and Christ. They waited until the
last sickness, when the mind was 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
pray2 Two seconds To do the work of a
lifetime and prepare for the vast eternity
in two seconds! 1 was reading of an en-
tertainment given in kings court, and
| there We're 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 Familiarity looked over his shoulder
and said: What are you playing? l see
| no music before you" And Mozart put his
hand on his brow, as much as to say, II
am improVising." d" 1t was very well fer
J him, but, OH my friends, we cannot ex-
| tempCrize heaven. If we do not get pre-
! pared in this world, we will never take
| part in the orchestral harmonles 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 pinchng
/ 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 pardon of God you are un-
/ done forever. What are you going to do,
my friends, with the accumulated trans
/ gressions of this lifetime, VIII you stand
/ 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
fiocks as God has waited for you, saying
II have loved thee with an everlasting
love. Come unto me, all We who are weary
and heavy laden, and l will give you rest. "
Another frost is bidding you away-it
is the frost of sorrow. Where do you
live now? oh you say. Il have
moved" Why did you move? You say
Il 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-
Eternity! Your mind goes back through
that last sickness and through the almost
supernatural effort to keep life. and
through those prayers that seemed un.
availing, and through that kiss which re.
ceived no response because the lips Were
lifeless, and l hear the bells tolling an6
1 hear the hearts breakng--while I SPEAK
l hear them break heart, Another
heart, Alone, alone, alone, This world
which in your girlhood and boyhood was
sunshine, is cold now, and OH weary
dove. you fly around this world as thougt