Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1894-03-16

through TO educate that boy! IL was
hard pull, but we held on till the
work was done. The VIOLA may not
know it, but mother, we LelG the rope,
didn't we?" And the voice. tremuious
with joyful emotion, responds: YES,
father; we held the ropo. | feel my
work is done Now, Lord, lettest thou
thy servant depart in peace, for mine
eyes have seen thy salvation"
"Pshawr' says the father, Il never
felt SO much like living in my life rs
now. want to see what that fellow is
going on 10 do, he has begun so we'll"
o, men and women here assembled,
| you brag sometimes how you have
fought your way in the world, but l
think there have been helpful influences
that you have never fully acknowl-
| edged. Has there not been some i'm
| flueuce in your early or present home
that the world can not see? Does there
not reach to you from among the New
! England hills or from western prairies
or from southern plantation. or
from English or Scottish or Irish home
a cord of influence that has kept you
right when you would have gone
astray, ~1d which, after you had
made n crooked track, recalled you?
The rope may be as long as thirty
years or 500 miles long or 5000
mile, long, but hands that went cut
of mortal sight long ago still hold
Nh, rope. You want very swift
horse and you need to rowel him with
sharpest spurs, and to let the reins
| 4 Il
shout TO "a racer, if you are going to
ride out of reach of your mothers
prayers. Why, n ship crossing the At
lantic in seven days can't sail away
from them! A sailor finds them on the
lookout as he takes his place, and finds
them on the mast as he climbs the rat
lines to disentongle a rope in the
tempest, and finds them swinging on
the hammock when he turns in. Why
not be frank and acknowledge 1.-THE
most of us would long ago have been
dashed to pieces had not gracious and
loving hands steadily and lovingly and
nightly held the rope.
But there must come time when
we shall find out who these Damascenes
were who lowered Paul in the basket,
and greet them and all those who have
rendered to God and the world un-
recognized and unrecorded services.
That is going to be one of the glad ex-
elements of heaven-the hunting up
and picking out of those who did great
good on earth and got no credit for it.
Here the church has been going on
nineteen centuries, and this is probably
the first sermon ever recognizing the
services OF the people in that Damas-
Gus balcony. Charles q. Finney said
to dying Christian, "Give my love to
St Paul when you meet him" When
you and meet him, as we will. | shall
ask him to introduce me TO those people
who got him out of the Damascene
peril.
Once for thirty-siX hours we expected
every moment to go ~ the bottom OF
the ocean. The waves struck through
the skylights and rushed down into
the hold of the ship and Kissed against
the boilers. 1t was an awful time; but
| by the blessing of God and the faith
fulness of the men in charge we came
out of the cyclone and we arrived at
home. Each one before leaving the
ship thanked Capt. Andre VS.. | do
not think there was "a man or woman
that went off that ship without thank
ing Capt Andrews, and when years
after, / heard of his death, /
was impellcd to write letter OF con-
dolence TO his family in Liverpool
Everybody recognized The goodness,
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Andrews; but it occurs To me now that
we never thanked the engineer. He
stood away down in the darkness
amid the kissing furnaces doing his
whole duty. Nobody thanked the en-
gineer but God recognized his heroism
and his continuance and his fidelity,
and there will be just as high reward
for the engineer who worked out OF
| sight, as the captain who stood on the
bridge of the ship in the midst of the
bowling tempest.
Christian woman was seen going
along the edge of wood every even
tide, and the neighbors IN the country
did not understand how "a mother with
so many cares and anXicties should
waste SO much time rs to be idly saun-
tering out evening by evening 1t
was found out afterward that she
went there to pray for her household,
and while there one evening she wrote
that beautiful hymn, famous in all
ages for cheering Christian hearts:
Ilovo to steal awhile away
From every numbering care,
And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.
Shall there be no reward for such
unpretending yet everlasting service?
We go into long sermon TO prove
that we will be able TO recognize peo-
pie in heaven, when there is one rea-
son we fail TO present, and that is bet
ter than all--God will introduce us
We shall have them all pointed out.
You would not be guilty of the inn
politeness of having friends in
your parlor not introduced, and
| celestial politeness will demand