The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1896-11-13

WH nuft NafN some standard I'D anltc uH. n
IsH r-l 1laatard that God has 80 "a th
other end o. the ntld. II D. The Cross
Keeping your eyu on ihaf y0H VIII make
tmlghl iuwoW L1HEr a.sht 90 % sou
wul make "a crooked iurrow. Pi0w uo o.
fhe Cross Aim not at either emf ot The
horizontal piece 1l the Cr9F, but az the up.
nsht piece. at she centre oi 30. the heart o
ths Sou 0t Gli who bore your sins aul
maiU satisfaction. Crying aud weeping vii
bot brug YOU through. "Him hath cd
exalted 90 b. "a Prince and q saviour 20 gtvu
repentance" on, pillow upto tho Croa
Again. remark, IN grace AZ in tho Held
.her0 must be a sowing. In the autumnm
weather you End tho farmer going across
tho Geld al a stride OF about tweniy-throo
Inches. and AZ ovorY stride be puts his hand
into the sack OF grain and be spunkles the
seed-c0rn over the 1eld. Il looks silly 20 o
man who Sees not know what be ia doing.
lie g. doing q very important work. He y
scattering The winter grain, and though inc
snow may come. the next year there VIII %
a great crop. Now. that q what we are do
ing when we ARE preaching the aospel-Wo
are scattering the seed. It A. the i00lishness
OF preaching, bat Il Is the winter grains and
though the SHOWS Of worthless may come
down upon It, It will yield after awhile glors-
900 t-'--.' bn aura - @oW tho
right Kind Of seed. Sow mullen stalk and
mullen stalk will come up. Sow Canada
thi4tles and Canada thlstles will como up.
Sow wheat aud wheat viii come up. Lot us
distinguish between truth aud error. Let
us know the difference between wheat and
he.lebOre, oat and henbane
Again, / remark, in grace ~ In the farm
there must be a narrowing. 1 refer now not
10 a harrow that goes over the field In order
70 prepare the ground for tbs seed, but har-
row which goes over after the seed Is sown,
lest the birds pick up the seed sinking II
down into the earth so that Il can take root,
You know a harrow. II is made OF bars OF
wood nailed across each other, and the un-
derslde OF each bar Il furnished with sharp
teeth, and the horses are hitched 10 il. It
goes tearing and leaping acFoss tho held,
driving the seed down into the earth until Il
springs up IN the harvest. Bereavement,
sorrow, persecution are the Lords harrows
10 sink the Gospel truth In your heart.
These were truths that yo2 heard thirty
years ago; they have not affected you until
recently. Some great trouble came over you,
and the truth was narrowed In. and II has
come up What did God mean In this coun-
try IN 1887 Fora century there was the Cos
pei preached, but a great deal Of It produced
no result. Then God harnessed a wild
panic to harrow Of commercial disaster,
and that harrow went down Wall street, and
uD Wall street. down Third street, and up
Third street. down State street. aud up State
street, down Pennsylvania avenue, and up
Pennsylvania avenue, until the whole land
was torn to pieces as Il had never been be-
fore What followed the harrow a great
awakening IN which there were 100000
Souls brought into the Kingdom OF
our Lord. No harrow. no cron.
Again, remark, 10 grace as In the farm
there must be a reaping. Many Christians
speak of religion as though II were a matter
Of economies or insurance. They expect 10
reap In the next world. Oh moi Now Is the
.ime to reap. Gather up the Joy Of the
Christian religion this morning, this after
noon, this night. If you have not as much
grace as you would ike 10 have, thank God
for what you have, and pray for more. You
are no worse enslaved than Joseph, no worse
troubled than was David, no worse scourged
than was Paul. Yet, amid the rafting Of
letters and amid the gloom OF dungeons, and
amid the horror OF shipwreck, they
triumphed Ia the grace OF God. The weakest
man In the house to-day has 500 acres Of
spiritual Joy all ripe. Why do you not go
aud reap it2 You have been groaning over
your inhrmities for thirty years. Now give
one rocnd shout over your emancipation.
You say you have It so hard you might have
It worse You wonder why this great cold
trouble keeps revolving through your soul,
turning and tufalng with q black hand on
the crank. All, that trouble is the grind
stone on which you are to sharpen your
sickle. To the fields! Wake upl Take of
! your green spectacles. your blue spectacles,
| your black spectacles, Pull up the corners
AOf your mouth as far as you pull them down.
TO the felds Reap. reap!
Again, remark. in grace as in farming,
! there is time for threshing. tell you
! bluntly that is death. Just as the farmer
with q fail beats the wheat out OF the straw.
so death beats the soul out OF the body.
Every sickness is a stoke Of the lail, and the
| sick-bed is the threshing ioor. What, say
| you, is death to good man only taking the
| wheat out OF the straw That Is ALL An
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 babe a
! pleasant goodbye to his old friends. The
! telegraph carries the tidings, aud on swift
! rail trains the kindred come, wanting once
| mora to look on the face OF dear old grand
father. Brush back the gray hairs from his
brow; It will never ache again. Put him
| away in the slumber Of the tomb. He will
not be afraid OF that night. Grandfather was
never afraid OF anything. He will rise In
the morning OF the resurrection. Grandfath-
or was always the first to rise. His voice has
| already mingled In the doX9ogy OF Heaven.
Grandfather always did sing in church.
Anything ghastlY in that? No. The thresh-
ing OF the wheat out oil the straw. That is
| all.
The Saviour folds lamb In His bosom.
The little child filled all the house with her
music, and her toys ARE scattered all up and
down the stairs just as she left them. What
ii the hand that pluclled four-o clocks out
Of the meadow is stil2 II will wave In the
eternal triumph. What If the voice that
made music In the home Is stil2 1t will sing
the eternal hosanna Put white rose in one
hand, red rose in the other hand, and O
wreath OF orange blossoms on the brow the
white flower for the victory, the red flower
for the saviour's sacrifice, the orange bios
SONS for her marriage day. Anything ghast
ly aboutthat2 Oh, mol The sun went dowr
and the flower shut. Tho wheat threshed
out Of the straw. "Dear Lord, give mt
sleep, said dying boy, the son Of one o
my elders, "dear Lord, give me sleep.
And he closed his eyes and awoke in glory
Henry W. Longielow, writing a letter o
coincidence TO those parents said, ''Those