Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1896-11-25
NO. 80.


tits prosperity that kills and troubIs that
saves. While the Israelites were on the
march amid great privatio,s and hardships
they behaved well. After awhile they prayed
Tor meat, and the sky darkened with Il great
hock OF quails, and these quais fell in great
multitudes all about them, and the .Israelites
ate and ate and stuffed themselves unit they
died. Oh, my friends, il is not hardship or
trial or starvation that injuries the soul, but
abundant supply. 1t is not the vutute OF
trouble that eats up the Christian lie. Ii is
the quaiis. 1t is the quails. You will vet
find ont that your milnight wrrstle ny the
brook JaIhok Is with an ange. OF God come
down to bless and to save.
Learn again that, while our wrestling with
trouble might be triumphant we must ex-
pect that II will leave its marx upon Us.
Jacob prevailed, but the angel touched him,
and LIS thigh bone sprang from its sockets.
and the good man went limping on his way.
We must carry through this world the mark
OF the combat. What plowed ihese premature
wrinkles in your facel What whuened your
hair before it was time for frostl What
silenced forever much of the hilarity OF
your household? All, it is because the angel
Of trouble hath touched you that you 90 limp
ing on your way. You neet not bs surprised
that those who have passed through the lire
do not feel as gay as once they did. Do
not be out or patience with those who come
not out OF their desponiency They may
triumph over their loss, and yet their gait
shall tell you that they have been trouble
touched. Are We Stoics that we can IN
moved see our cradle rifled of the bright eyes
and the sweet lips? Can we stand uum0ved
and see our gardens of earthly d-light un-
rooted? Will Jesus, who wept Himself. be
angry with US II we pour our tears Ito the
graves that open to swallow down what we
loved best? Was Lazarus more dear to Him
than our beloved dead to us2 No. We have
a right to weep. Our tears must come You
shall not drive them back TO scad the heart
They fall into Gods bottle. Afflicted ones
have died because they could not weep.
Thank God for the sweet, the mysterious re-
lief that comes to US in tears. Under this
gentle rain the flowers of hop, put forth
their bloom. God pity that drv, wi'her'd.
parched, all consuming grief that wring5 its
hands. and grinds lis teeth, and bites its
nails into the quick. but cannot weep. We
and Yet ever after show that in the dark
night and by the brook Jabbok we wers
trouble touched.
Again, we may take the idea Of the text
and announce the approach OF the day dawn.
No one was ever more glad TO see the morn
Ing than was Jacob after that night of strug-
gle. 1t is appropriate for philaui hropsts
and Christians to cry out with His angel OF
the text, 1.-The day breaketh." Superstition
has had its strongest props knocked OUT. The
church OF Christ Is rising up in its strength
to go forth ".air as the morn. clear rs the
sun ami terrible as an army with banners"
Clap your hands, all yc people, 'the day
1reaketh."
As look around about me see many who
have passed through seas of trouble that
came up higher than their rdle. In Gods
name proclaim cessation of bostiIities. You
shall not always 60 sadiened an heart
broken. God will bring your dead to lie.
God will sianch the hearts b ceiling. l know
He will. Like as father pitieth his chill.
dren, so the Lord pities you. The pains OF
earth will end. The dead will rise. The
morning star trembles on Frightening sky.
The gates Of the east begin to swing open.
"The day breaketh."
Luther and Melanchthon were talking to-
gether gloomily about the prospects OF the
church. They could ser no hope OF deliver
ance. After awhile Luther got up and said
to Melanchthon, "Coms, Philip, let us sing
the Forty-sIxth Psalm, God is our refuge
and strength in every time OF tr Juble.'"
Death to many-nay, to ali.is struggle
and a wrestle. We have many frirn ls whom
Ii would be hard to leave. l cire not how
bright our future hope is. it is bitter thing
TO look upon this fair world and know that
We shall never again see its blossonng
spring, its sutumnsl fruits, its sparkling
streams and TO cay farewell to those with
whom we played In childhood or coUnseled
Ia manhood. In that night, like ia
,ob, We may have to wrestle, but
God will not leave US unblessei.
II shall not be told in heaven that dy-
delivered. The lattice ray be turned to
keep out the sun, or g book SET TO dim the
light Of the midnight taper, or the room may
be filled with the cries of orphanage or
widowhood, or the church of Christ may
mourn over our going; but, If Jesus calls,
all is well. The strong wrestl ng by the
brook will cease. The hours of deaths
night will pass along-1 o'clock in The morn
In9, o'clock In the morning, O'Clock il
the morning, o'clock in the morning-"the
day breaketh."
So wou d have it when die am in No
aaste to be gone. I would ke to stanl here
twenty years years and preach this gospsl.
have no grudge against this world. The
only fau't have to ini with this world Is
that it treats me too we'll But when the
lime comes to go trust TO lie ready, my
worldly affairs all settled. II I have wronged
others, / want then to be sure of their for.
sivenrss- In that last wrestling, my aru
snfeebled with sickness ami my head faint,
want Jesus beside me. II there be hands on
Ibis side Of the flood stretched out to hold
ne back, want the heavenly hands retched
out to draw me forwari. Then, Jesus,
help me on and help me up! Cnfearing. un-
doubling, may step right out into the light
and be able to look back to my kindred and
friends, who would detain me here, exelaim-
ing: Let me go! Let me gol The day
oreaketh.''