The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1896-10-30


Again, remark. In graoe as In the neld.
thero must be . sowing. In tho Autumnal
weather you ind the farmer going across
the hsld at stride OF about tws1 -throo
(fnches. and at everv stride he puts - land
into the sack OF grain and no spnnklee tho
seed-corn over the field. Il looks silly TO .
man who does not know what he ADDING.
He is doing q vory important work. He 10
snow may come. the next year there will DO
. great crop. Now. that Is what We arc do
Ing when wo are preaching the 0ospel-we
are scattering the seed. It Is the foolishnoss
though tho SHOWS Of worldlinees may come
down upon II, It will yield after awhile glori-
Gus harvest. Let US DO sure We SOW tho
right kind OF seed. Sow mullen stalk and
thistles and Canada thistles will como up.
Sow wheat and wheat will como up. Lot Us
distinguish between truth and error. Let
US know tho difference between wheat and
heilebore. oat aud henbaue.
Again, remark, in grace as In the farm
there must be y harro wing. refer now not
TO n harrow that goes over the aeld In order
to prepare the ground for the seed. but a har-
row which goes ovor after tho seed Is sown,
lest the birds pick up the seed, sinking II
You know harrow. 1t Is made Of bars OF
wool nailei across each other and the un-
dersids OF each bar Is furnished with sharp
teeth, and tho horses arc hitohed to II. It
driving the seed down into the earth until tr
springs up In the harvest. Bereavement,
sorrow, persecution are the Lords harrows
to sink tho Gospel truth In your heart.
years ago; they have not affected you until
recently. Some great trouble came over you,
and the truth was narrowed In, and 1t has
come up. What dbl God mean in this coun-
try in 1887? Fora century there was the Cos
pei preached, but n great deal OF It produced
no result. Then God harnessed wild
panic to u harrow OF commercial disaster,
| and that harrow went down Wall street, and
up Wall street, down Third street, and up
Third street, down state street. and up State
street, down Pennsylvania avenue. and up
| Pennsylvania avenue, until the whole land
| was torn to pieces as 1t had never been be-
fore. What followed tho harrow! great
awakening In which there were 100000
our Lord. No harrow. no crop.
| Again, remark, in grace as in the farm
there must be n reaping. Many Christians
speak OF religion as though it were matter
reap in the next world. Oh no! Now Ia the
:ime to reap. Gather up the Joy OF the
| Christian religion this morning, this after
noon, this night. Ifyou have not as much
grace "a you would like to have. thank God
for what you have, aud pray for more. You
are no worse ens!aved than Joseph. no worse
troubled than was David. no worse scourged
| than was Paul. Yet, amid the rafting OF
fetters and amid the gloom OF dungeons, and
amid the horror OF Gaa Tss Tsaksst 5nsS
man in the house to-day has 800 acres OF
spiritual Joy all ripe. Why do you not go
aud reap it2 You have been groaninS over
! your intirmities for thirty years. Now give
| You say YOU have 1t go hard; you might have
1t worse. You wonder why this great cold
| trouble keeps revolving through your soul,
turning and turning with black hand on
the crank. Ah, that trouble Is the grind
stone on which you are to sharpen your
sickle. To the flelds Wake up! Take OIL
| your green spectacles. your blue spectacles.
| your black spectac!es. Pull up the corners
| OF your mouth rs far rs you pull them down.
To the fields! Reap. reap!
| Again, I remark. In grace as In farming.
| there IL a time for threshing. tell you
| bluntly that is death. Just as the farmer
with fail beats the wheat out OF the straw.
so death beats the soul out OF the body
Every sickness is stoke OF the fail, and the
sick-bed is the threshing floor what, say
YOU is dsntJf ~ Tho Sou S,rag man Snly s"as M 'ne
aged man has fallen asleep. Only yesterday
you saw him in the sunny porch playing
with his grandchildren. Calmly he received
the message to leave this world. He bade a
pleasant goodbye to his old friends. The
| telegraph carries the tidipgS, and on swift
rail trains the kindred come. wanting once
moro to look on tho face OF dear old grand.
a'her. Brush back the gray hairs from his
brow. it will never ache again. Pat him
away in the slumbcr OF the tomb. He will
not be afraid Of that night. Grandfather was
never afraid OF anything. He will rise in
tho morning OF the resurrection. Grandfatb-
er was always tho first {" rise. His voice has
already minglc in the iONology Of Heaven.
Grandfather always did sing in church.
Anything Shastly IN that? No. The thrs5h-
ing OF the wheat out OF the straw. That is
all.
The Saviour folds lamb in His bosom.
The little child hilei all the house with her
music, and her toys are scattered all up and
down the stairs just rs she left thcm. What
il the hand that plucked fOur-o'clocks out
Of the mca low is still? 1t will wave in the
eternal triumph. What IL the voice that
made music in the home Is still? 1t will sing
the eternal hosauna. Put n whito rose in one
hand, a red rose in tho other hand. and n
wreath OF orange blossoms on the brow; the
white flower for the victory, the red Hover
for the SaviOur'5 sacrifice, the orange blos-
SONS ior her marriages day. Anything ghast-
~ about that! Oh no! The sun went down
aud tho flower shut. The wheat threshed
out of the straw "Dear Lord, give me
SLEEP" said dying boy, the son OF one OF
my o.ders, dear Lord, give mo sleep"
And he closed his eyes and awoke in glory.
! Henry w. Longfellow, writing a letter OF
coincidence to those parents, said, "Those
last words were beautifully poetIr." And
Mr. Longfe!low knew what is poetic. Dear
Lori. give me sleep"
Twas noti cruelty not in wrath
That the reaper camo that day;
Twas an angel that visited the earth
And took the lower away.
Where is tho garner? Nee toll you'
On. no. 50 many have gon, out from your
owh circIcs-y"1. from yOuc own family.
that you hay, la Your eyes on thl. garns:
!ov maay vsnr. What IL hatl tim" some
~ them hat! In 'thScTan's .: suffering
tL"y sweat gre 4 GEpI= Gf bl,pI They
took the cup OF trembling" ani they put
i t il"ir hot li!s and ;hcy cried. 'tf It bo
ro>sibir, let this cup pass from me-" With
tongues OF burning agony they cried. 30