The Baptist headlight., 1894-05-16

and see our gardens of earthly delight
| uprOOted? Will Jesus, who wept him
self, be angry with US if we pour our
tears into the graves that open to
| swallow down what we love best? Was
| Lazarus more dear to him than our be-
| loved dead to US? No. We have
| right to weep. Our tears must come.
| You shall not drive them back to scald
! the hearts. They fall into Gods bot
| tie. Afflicted ones have died because
| they could not weep. Thank God for
| the sweet, the mysterious relief that
comes to us in tears. Under this gen
| tie rain the flowers of corn put forth
! their bloom. God pity that dry, with
| cred, parched, all consuming griefthat
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 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 apprOpri-
ate for philanthropistS and Christians
to cry out with the angel of the text,
|
prospects are frightening The church
of Christ is rising up its strength to
| GO forth fair as the moon, clear as
the sun, and terrible as an army with
| banners" Clap your hands, all We
I people, the day breaketh. The bigO-
| tries of the earth are perish1ng. The
time was when we were told that five
! wanted to 90 to Heaven. we must be
| immersed or sprinkled, or we must be-
| lieve in the perseverance of the saints,
| or in falling away from grace, or lit
urgy, 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 nonessen-
tials in religion.
The Christian Hope.
| During my vacation one summer |
was in Presbyterian audience, and it
was sacramantal day, and with CRATE
full heart ] received the holy com
muniOn. On the next Sabbath | was
in Methodist church and sat at love
| feast. On the following Sabbath was
| in an Episcopalian church and knelt at
the alter and received the cOnsecrated
bread. [ do not know which service |
enjoyed the most. Il believe in the
communion of saints and in the life
everlasting" "tChe day breaketh."
| AS [ look upon this audience [ see
many who have passed through waves
of trouble that came up higher than
the girdle. In Gods name proclaim
cessation of hostilities. You shall not
! go always saddened and heartbroken.
God will lift your burden. God will
bring your dead to life. God will
stanch the hearts bleeding. I know
L To .=-fi l%ne fo{h hi
| 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
| ing 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 nc
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, a very present
| help in trouble. Therefore will not
we tear, though the earth be removed
and though the mountains be carried
| into the midst of the sea, though the
waters thereof roar and be troubled,
though the mountains shake with the
swelling thereof. Selah.
The Final Struggle.
| Death to many-nay, to all-is a
| struggle and wrestle. We have many
| friends that it will be hard to leave. ]
care not how bright our future hope is.
| 1t is bitter thing to look upon this
| fair world and know that we shall
never again see its DlossOming spring.
| its falling frnits, its sparkling streams
! ana to say farewell to those with whom
we played in childhood or cOunseled in
manhood. 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 dellv
| cred. The lattice may be turned tc
| keep out the sun. or a book set to dim
the light OF the midnight taper, or the
room may be filed with the cries OF
orphangage and widOwhOOd, or the
| church of Christ may mourn over our
| going, but if Jesus calls all is well.
/ The strong wrestling by the brook
will cease, the hour OF deaths night
will pass along, o'clock in the morn
ing. o'clock in the morning, / O'Clock
| in the morning-the day breaketh.
So l would have it when | die. | am
| In no haste 10 be gone. l nave nc
| grudge against this world. The only
| fault have to find with the world i
that it treats me too well. But when
the time comes TO go | trust to be
ready, my worldly affairs all settled.
| If have wronged others, | want then
to be sure of their forgiveness. In
that last wrestling, my arm enfeebled
with sickness and my head faint, |
want Jesus beside me. If there be
hands on this side of the flood stretched
out 10 hold me back, want the heaven
| ly hands stretched out TO draw me for
| u-a~1 Thap n lacp- halp mo on and