The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1895-10-04

crs' webs, and with his voice
. he shakes tho mountain. Let
the infidels and the skeptics
OF the day 70 on spinning their webs.
spinning their infidel gossamer theo-
ries, spinning them all over the place
where Christ seems to be sleeping.
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 raise Himself and come forth and
shake mighty the nations. What then
all your gossamer threads? What is
spiders web to an aroused lion? %
not fret, then. about the worlds going
backward. 1t Is going forward.
Again, learn from this subject that
Christ is God and man in the same per-
son. ! 20 into the back part OF that
boat and I look on Christ's sleeping
face, and see In that face the story OF
sorrow and WEAKNESS, and 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.
I say! "He is Man! He is Man!
But when see Him come to the brow
of the boat, and the sea kneels in His
presence, and the winds fold their
wings at His command, say: He is
God! He is God" The hand that SCI
up the starry pillars of the universe
wiping away the tears Of an orphan!
When want pity and sympathy, go
into the back part of this boat, and
look at Him, and l say: 20
Lord Jesus, thou weary one,
thou suffering one, have mercy
on me-" ''Ecce homo!" Behold
the man! But when / want cour-
age for the conflict OF life, when !
want some one to beat down my enc
miles, 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: 20,
Christ, Thou who couldst hush the
storm, can hush all my sorrows, all my
temptations, all my Fears ''Ecce
Deus!" Behold the God!
learn also from this subject that
Christ can hush the tempest. Some of
you, my hearers, have 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
curious questions-the one that hung
around you with greatest fondness. The /.
grave-digger's spade cut down through
your bleeding heart Or perhaps it was
the only one that you had, and your
soul has ever since been like DESC
lated castle, where the birds Of the
night boot, amid the falling towers
and along the crumbling stairway. Or
perhaps it was an aged mother that
was called away. You used to send for
her when you had any kind of trou BILE.
She WIS 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 kind
nesses for you, and the lock of white
hair that you keep SO we'll in the cas-
ket of the locket does not look so well
as it did on the day when she moved
it back from the wrinkled forehead
under 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 have in lands, so
much have in securities"
Suddenly, 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 has gone trampling it's thunders
over your quaking soul. But you
awoke Christ in the back part of the |
ship, crying, Master, carest thou not |
that perish?" and Christ rose up and |
quieted you. Jesus hushing the temp
est.
There is one storm into which we |
must all run. When man let's 60 this
life to take hold of the next, do not |
care how much grace he has, he will |
want it all. What is that out yonder?
That is dying Christian rocked on
the surges of death. Winds that have
magnificent fotillas Of pomp
and worldly power come down on
that Christian soul All the spirits
of darkness seem to be let loose, for it
it is their last chance. The wailing
Of kindred seems to mingle with the
swirl of the waters, and the scream of
the wind and the thunder of the sky.
Deep to deep, billow to billow; yet no
tremor. no gloom, no terror, no signing
for the dying Christian. The fact is
that from the back part of the boat
voice sings out: When thou passest