The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-07-19

propriate for him would be an ever
lasting poorhouse. While. my friends.
we do admit there is such a thing az
the lawful use Of money-a profitable
use Of money-let us recognize also the
fact that money cannot satisfy q mans
soul, thai it cannot glitter in the dark
valley, that it cannot pay our fares
across the Jordan of death. that it can
not unlock the gate Of heaven. There
are men in all occupations who seem
to act as though they thought that a
pack Of bo.ds and mortgages could be
traded off for a title to heaven, and as
though gold would be a lawful tender
in that place where 1t is so common that
they make pavements out Of it. Sal
walton by Christ is the only salvation.
Treasures in heaven are the only In
corruptible treasures.
Have you ever ciphered out in the
rule Of loss and gain the sum: "What
shall it profit a nan if he gain the whole
world and lose his soul?" However fine
your apparel. the winds Of death will
flutter it like rags. Homespun and a
threadbare coat have sometimes been
the shadow of coming robes made white
in the blood Of the lamb. The pearl OF
great price IS worth more h a any
gem you can bring from the ocean, h
Australian or Brazilian mines strung
in one carcanet. Seek after God; find
his righteousness and all shall be well;
all shall be we'll hereafter.
Some of you remember the shipwreck
of the Central America" That noble
steamer had, I think, about 500 passen-
-a,o loo-J C,lIan1, thu cforDo ooron
and the surges trampled the decks and
swung into the matches and there went
up a hundred-voiced death Shrek. The
foam on he jaw Of the wave. The
pitching Of the steamer as though it
were leaping a mountain. The dismal
flare Of the signal rockets. The long
cough Of the steam pipes. The hiss Of
extinguished furnaces. The walking
Of God on the waves! The steamer
went not down without a struggle. AS
the passengers stationed themselves in
rows to bale out the vessel bark to the
thump of the buckets, as men unused
to toll, with blistered hands and
strained muscle, tug for their lives.
The is a sail seen against the sky.
The flash of the distress gun is no.
ticed, it's voice heard not for it is
choked in the louder booming of the
sea. A few passengers escaped, but
the steamer ave on great lurch and
was gone! So there are some men who
sail on prosperously in life. Alrs well;
alls we'll. But at last, some financial
disaster comes; a euroclydon. Down
they go! the bottom of the commercial
sea is strewn with shattered hulks. But
because your property goes do not let
your soul go. Though all else perish
save that, for I have to tell you OF a
more s~tupendous shipwreck than that
which I just mentioned. Zoe launched
this world six thousand years ago. 1t
has been going on under freight Of
mountains and immortals, but one day
it will stagger at the cry Of fire. The
timbers of rock will burn, the noun
tains f1ame like masts, and the clouds
like sails in the judgment hurricane.
Then GOD shall take the passengers off
the deck, and from the berths those
who have long been asleep in Jesus and
he will set them far beyond the reach
of storm and peril. But how many
shall go down will never be known
until it shall be announced n day in
heaven; the shipwreck of the world!
So many millions saved! Oh! my dear
hearers, whatever you lose, though
your houses go, though your lands go,
though all your earthly possessions
perish, may God Almighty, through h
blood of the everlasting covenant, save
ali your souls.