Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1894-11-07

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OF combat, at any rate, by changing. by going
on, by making advancement. trading OF
our stale prayers about sins We ought to
have quit long ago. going on toward higher
state of Christian character, and routing out
sins that We have never thought of yet.
The fact Is, IL the church OF God, IL we
as Individuals, made rapid advancement
In the Christian life these stereotyped pray
ers 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 q higher
flight in the Christian life, the stork and the
crane In their migration teaching US the les
SON.
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 greatp
Again, 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 cranea, don't be in
hurry ]" they would say: "No, we cannot
stop. Last night we heard the roarin 2 IN
the woods bidding US away, and the shrill
1ute OF the north wind has sounded the re-
treat. We must 60" So they gather them
selves into companies, and turning not aside
Tor storm, or mountain top, or shock
OF musketry over land and sea,
straight as an arrow to the mark, they
go. And II you come out this morning with
a sack of corn and throw It In the fields and
try and get them to stop they are 80 far up
they would hardly see 1t. 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 heaveni We say. "Wait
until it is little later in the season OF
mercy. Wait until some o: 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 little. 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 half way 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
| pray? Two seconds To do the work of q
| lifetime and to prepare for the vast eternity
| in two secondsi was reading of an enter
tainment given in kings court, and then
were musicians there, with elaborate pieces
, of music. After awhile Mozart came and
| began to play, and he had blank pieco OF
| paper before him, and the king familisrly
| 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 to say, 81 am improvising." II
/ ,
| we cannot extemporize heaven. II We do
! not get prepared in this world, we will never
take part in the orchestral harmonies OF tho
! 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 pinehing frost
of sin. You feel it to-day. You are not
happy. l look into your faces, and l know
YOU are not happy. There are voices within
your soul that will not be silenced, telling
~ou that you are sinners, and that without
the pardon OF God you are undone forever.
What are you going TO do, my friends, with
the accumulated transSressions OF this
! lifetime? Will you stand still and let the
avalanche tumble over youp Oh, that
YOU would go away into the warm heart oil
| Coils mercy! The southern grove, red oleni
with magnolia and cactus, never waited fol
northern hocks as God has waited for you,
saying II have loved thee with an everast'
ing love- Come unto Me, all ye who an
weary and heavy laden, and Will give yor
rest"
Another frost is bidding you away. 1t Is
the frost OF sorrow. Where do you live now
aOh," you say, 81 have moved" Why die
you moye?" You say, "I don't want as large
!, , house now as formerly" Why do yot
family ;s not SO large" Where have they
!, I gone to? Eternity Your mind goes bacl
through that last sickness, and through the
almost supernatural effort to keep life, anc
through those prayers that seemed un
avaiIing, and through that kiss which
received no response because the lip
were lifeless, and 1 hear the bells tolling
and hear the hearts breaking. While
speak 1 hear them break. A heart! An
other heart Alone, alone. aloneI Thfi
was sunshine, is cold now, and, oh weary
dove, you fly around this world as though
YOU would like to stay, when the wind, anc
the frost, and the blackening clouds would
bid you away into the heart OF an all com
torting God.
You NAV have noticed that when the
| cIraffinch or the stork, or the crane starta
on its migration It calls all those of Its kind
: to come too. The tree tops are full OF chir
and whistle and carol, and the long roll call
The bird does not start on alone. II gamer
all of its kind. Oh, that you might be al
wise in this migration to heaven, and tina
YOU might gather all your families and you
friends with you! l would that Hannal
might take Samuel by the hand, and Abra'
ham might take Isaac, and Hasar Nigh
take IshmaeI. I ask you If those who sat a,
YOUR breakfast table this morning will si'
! with YOU in heaven. 1 ask you what In
fiuences you are trying to bring upon them
what example you are setting thep. Ar,
you calling them 10 go with your Aye, aye
| have you started yourself!
Start for heaven and take your children
with YOU. Come thou and all thy house
into the ark. Tell your little ones that ther'
ire realms of balm and sweetness Ior al
those who fly in the right direction. Swifte
than eagles stroke put out for heaven. Liz
the crane. or the stork, stop not night or da
until YOU find the right place for shopping
Seated to-day in Christian service, VII
YOU be seated In the same glorious serv
ice when the heavens have passed ava
with a great noise, and the elements nav
melted with fervent heat, and the redeeme'
, are gathered around the throne OF Jesosf
| The Saviour calls.
! Ye wanderers, come.
Oh, We benighted souls,
/ Why longer roam!
The Spirit calls to-days
Yield to His power.
oh, grieve Him not away
'I'a mercy's hour.