Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1895-09-28
ACCOMAC G. H. VA SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 28 1896
IFICHRIST BE ABOARD
THERE is NOTHING TO FEAR IN MAX
ING LIES STORMY VOYAGE.

THERE is NOTHING TO FEAR IN MAX.
ING LIES STORMY VOYAGE.
Rev. Or. TalnaGe Presents a Striking Les
son For the Men and Women of the
Present Day-Christ Shilling the Tenn
pest--A Brilliant Picture.
NEy York, Sept. 22.-In his sermon
for today Rev. DR.. Talmage discourscs
on dramatic incident during the Saw
iour'ss life among the Galilean fisher
men and draws from it striking les
son fer the men and women of the pres
emit day. The subject was Rough Sail
ing, and the text, Mark iv. SO, 81,
"And there were also with him other
Titles ships, and there arose q great
storm of wind "
Tibrias, Galilee and Gennesaret were
threeepames for the same lake. 1t lay
in scene of great luxuriance. The sur
rounding hills, high, terraced, sloping,
gorgea were SO many hanging gardens
of beauty. The streams tumbled down
through rocks of gray and red lime
stone, and flashing from the hillside
bounded to the sea. In the time of our
Lord the valleys, headlands and ridges
were covered thickly with vegetation,
and so great was the variety of climate
that the palm tree of the torrid and the
walndt tree of rigorous climate were
only little way apart. Men in vine
yards and olive gardens were gathering
up heriches for the oil press. The hills
and valleys were starred and crimsoned
with flowers, from which Christ took
his text, and the disciples learned les
sons ofpatienco and trust. 1t seemed as
if God had dashed wave of beauty on
all tho scene until it hung dripping
from the rocks, the hills, the oleanders.
On the back of the Lebanon range the
glory OF the earthly scene was carried
up as II to set it in range with the hills
of heaven.
A Beautiful Sea.
No.other gem ever had so exquisite
setting rs beautiful Gennesaret. The
waters were clear and sweet and thick
ly inhibited, tempting innumorable nets
and Attending livelihood for great pop
ulations Bethsaida, Chorazin and Ca
pernaum stood on the bank roaring with
wheels of traffic and flashing with
splendid squipages, and shooting their
vesselE across the lake, bringing mer-
! fshandEI q sor Damascus and passing
great c sSslssiaf wealthy product. Pleas
nre bolts of Roman gentle gentlemen aud fish
ing snneks of the country %eopio' VINO
had Gems down to cast net there;rpr@asssS-
ed each other with nod and shout and
welcome, or side by side swung idly at
the moETing. Palace and luxuriant bath
and vineyard, tower and shadowy arbor,
looking of upon the calm sweet scene
as the s7eniug shadows began to drop,
and H6Emon. with its head covered with, ]
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Not leaf winks in the air or ripple
disturbs the surface of Gennesaret. The
shadows Of the great headlands stalk
clear across the water. The voices Of
eveningtide, how drowsily they strike
the ear-the splash of the boatman's
oar, and the humping of the captured
fish On the boats bottom, and those in
describable sounds which fill the air at
nightfall You hasten up the beach Of
the lake little way, and there you find
an excitement as of an emDarkation. A
fiotilla is pushing out from the western
shore of the lake-not a squadron with
deadly armament, not clipper to ply
with valuable merchandise, not piratic
vessels with graphing hook to hug to
death whatever they could seize, but a
fotilla laden with messengers Of light
and mercy and peace. Jesus is in the
front ship. His friends and admirers are
in the small boats following after.
Christ, by the rocking of the boat and
the fatigues Of the preaching exercises
Of the day, is induced to slumber, and I
see him in the stern of the boat, with q
pillow perhaps extemporized out of a
fsherman's coat, sound asleep. The
breezes Of the lake run their fingers
through the locks of the wornout sleep
er, and on its surface there riseth and
falleth the light ship, like child Oh the
bosom of its sleeping mother Calm
night. Starry night. Beautiful night.
Run up all the sails, and ply all the
oars, and let the boats-the big boat and
the small boats-go gliding over gentle
Gennesaret.
A Storm Arises.
The sailors prophesy change in the
weather. Clouds begin to travel up the
sky and congregate. After awhile, even
the passengers hear the moan Of the
storm, which comes Oh with rapid
strides and with all the terrors of hur-
ricane and darkness. The boat, caught
in the sudden fury, trembles like deer
at bay amid the wild clangor of the
hounds Great patches of foam are flung
through the air. The loosened sails,
Tapping in the wind, crack like pistols.
The small boats poised on the white
cliff of the driven sea tremble like ocean
petrels, and then plunge into the trough
with terrific swoop until wave strikes
them with thunder crack, and over
board go the cordage, the tackling and
the masts, and the drenched disciples
rush into the stern Of the boat and shout
amid the hurricane, Master, carest
thou not that we perish?" That great
parsonage lifted his head from the fish
erman's coat and walked out to the
PROV Of the vessel and looked upon the
storm. On all sides were the small boats
tossing in helplessness, and from them
came the cries of drowning men. By
the flash Of lightning see the calmness
of the uncovered brow of Jesus and the
spray of the sea dripping from his
beard He has two words of command
one for the wind, the other for the