The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1895-09-27

WucTe NuFlSl SeeIuS 10 DC SleepluB.
They say: Christ can never again come
out; the work is done; He can never get
through this logical web we have been
spinning" The day will come when
the Lion of Judah's tribe will rouse
Himself and come forth and shake
nightly the nations. What is then all
your gossaner threads? What is a
spiders web to an aroused lion? Do
not fret, then, about the worlds going
backward 1t is going forward.
You stand on the banks of the sea
when the tide is rising. The almanac
says the tide is rising, but the wave
comes up to certain point, and then
it recedes. why" you say, ''the tide
is going back" No it is not The
next wave comes up little higher,
and it goes back. Again you say the
tide is going out And the next
time the wave comes to a higher
point, and then to higher point.
Notwithstanding all these recessions,
at last all the shipping of the
world knows it is high tide. So it is
with the cause of Christ in the world.
One year it comes up to one point, and
we are greatly encouraged. Then it
seems to go back next year. We say
the tide is going out. Next year it
comes to a higher point and falls back,
and next year it comes to still higher
point and falls back; but all the time
it is advancing, until it shall be full
tide. ''and the earth shall be full of
the knowledge of God as the waters
fill the sea"
Again. learn from this subject that
Christ is God and man in the same per-
son. l go into the back part of that
boat and | look on Christ's sleeping
face, and see in that face the story of
sorrow and WEAKNESS, and a deeper
shadow comes over His face, and
think He must be dreaming of the
cross that is to come. As stand on
the back part of the boat looking on
His face. | say. lie is a man. He is a
man. But when | see Him come to
the Prov of the boat, and the sea
kneels in His presence, and the
winds fold their wings at His
| say: "He is God, He is
Cod The hand that set up the starry
pillars of the universe wiping away
the tears of an orphan! When | want
pity and sympathy, l go into the
back part of this boat. and look at
Him. and say: 80 Lord Jesus, Thou
weary one. Thou suffering one. have
mercy on me-" "Ecce homo"' Behold
the man! But when / want courage
for the conflict of life. when want
some one TO beat down my enemies,
when want faith for the great future,
then | come to the front of the boat,
and | see Christ standing there in all
His omnipotence, and | say: 30. Christ,
Thou who couldst hush the storm. can
hush all my sorrow. all my tempta-
tions. all my fears" "Ecce Deusr
Behold the God!
learn also from this subject that
Christ can hush the tempest. Some of
you, my hearers, have a heavy load of
troubles. Some of you have wept until
you can weep no more. Perhaps God
took the sweetest child out of your
house-the one that asked the most Gu
rious questions-the one that hung
around you with greatest fondness. The
grave digger's spade cut down through
your bleeding heart. Or, perhaps, i; was
the only one that you had. and your soul,
has ever since been like a deSolated
castle, where the birds of the night
boot. amid the falling towers and
along the crumbling stairway. Or per-
naps ii was an aged mother that was
called away. You used to send for
her when you had any kind of
trouble. She was in your home
to welcome YOUR children into
life, and when they died she was there
to pity you. You know that the old
hand will never do any more kindnesses
for you. and the locks of white hair
that you keep so well in the casket of
the locket does not look so well as it
lid on the day when she moved it
back from the wrinkled forehead I'M
der the old-fashioned bonnet in the
church in the country. Or perhaps
your property has gone. You said:
There, l have so much in bank
stock. so much l have in houses,
so much l have in lands. so
lsuch | have in securities" Sudden
Y. it is all gone. Alas, for the man
who once had plenty of money, but
who has hardly enough now for the
morning marketing. No storm ever
swept over Gennesaret like that which
las gone trampling its thunders over
-our quaking soul. But you awoke
,hrist in the back part of the ship,
'rying: Master. carest Thou not that
perish?" and Christ rose up and
luieted you. Jesus hushing the tenn
pest.
There is one storm into which we must
IL run. When a man lets go this life
o take hold of the next. do not care
low much grace he has, he will want
t all. What is that out yonder? That
S a dying Christian rocked on the
urges of death. Winds that have
wrecked magnificent fiotillas of pomp
nd worldly power come down on
hat Christian soul. All the spirits |
f darkness seem to be let loose, for it |
: their last chance. The wailing of |
inbred seems to mingle with the swirl /
f the waters, and the scream of the /
Wind, and the thunder of the sky. |
deep to deep. billow to billow; yet no /.
remor, no gloom. no terror, no sigh |
ng for the dying Christian. The fact .
5 that from the back part of the boat |
voice sings out: When thou passest |
through the waters. ! will be with .
hee." BY the fash of the storm the .
wing Christian sees that the harbor is /
My just ahead. From heavenly /
astles voices of welcome come over
he waters. Peace drops on the angry
raves as the storm sobs itself to rest
Ike child falling asleep amid tears
nd trouble. Christ has hushed the
empest.