The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1896-09-12

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with Arnold, which 1 thought was to
make my fortune, without making his
instead, than in an incredibly short
space of time-I think 13 months-I
earned for him 100000, and for myself
Ell. am persuade hat If l were to
set up as n baker every one in my
neighborhood wouli leave eff eating
bread"
That wa the lament of the worlds
comedian and joker. All unhappy.
The world did everything for Lord
Byron that it could do, and yet in his
last moment he asks n frieni 10 come
and sit down by him and read, as most
appropriate to his case, the story of
1.-The Bleeding Heart" Torrigiano,
the sculptor, executed, after months of
care and carving, Madonna and the
Child" The royal family came in and
admired it. Everybody that looked
at it was in an ecstasy; but n day,
after all hat toll AMI all hat admira-
ton, because he dld not get as much
compensation for his work as he had
expected, he took a mallet and
dashed the exquisite sculpture in
to atoms The world is poor
compensation, poor satisfaction, poor
solace. Famine, fhmine in all the
earth; not for seven years, but for
6, 900. But, blessed be God, there is n
great corncrib The Lord built it. 1t
is in another land 1t is a large place.
An angel once measured it, and, as far
as 1 can calculate it in one phrase, that
corn crib is /, 500 miles long and 1900
miles broad and 1900 miles high; and
it is full. Food for all nations. Oar
say the people, 1--WE will start right
away and get this supply for our SOU"
But stop'a moment; for from the Keep
err of hat corncrib there comes this
word. saying: You shall not see Ny
face except your Brother be with
you In other words, there is no
such thing as getting from Heaven
pardon and comfort aud eternal
life unless we bring with us our
divine Brother, the Lord Jesus Christ.
Coming without Him, we shall fall be-
fore we reach the corn-crib, and our
bodies shall be a portion for the jack
ais of the Wilderness; but, coming with
the divine Jesus, all the granaries of
Heaven will swing open before our
soul and abundance shall be given us-
We shall be invited to sit in the palace
of the King and at the table; and
while the Lord of Heaven is apportion-
ing from His own tables to other ia
bles, He will not forget u.s. and then
and there it will be found that our
Benjamin's mess is larger than all the
others, for so it ought TO be. Worthy
is the lamb that was slain, to receive
blessing and riches and honor and
glory and power"
1 want to make three points Every
frank and common sense man will ac-
knowledge himself to be a sinner.
What are you going to do with your
sins? Have them pardoned, you say.
How? Through the mercy of God
What do you mean by the mercy of
God? Is it the letting down of a bar
for the admission of all, without re-
spect to character? Be not deceived.
1 see a soul coming up to the gate of
mercy and knocking at h corncrib
of heavenly supply; and a voice from
within says, Are you alone?" The
sinner replies, "AA alone" The voice
from within says, You shall not see
my pardoning face unless your divine
brother, the Lord Jesus, be with you"
o, that is the point at which so many
are discounted. There is no mercy
from God except through Jesus
Christ Coming with Him, we are
accepted. Coming without Him,
we are rejected. Peter put it right in
his great sermon before the high
priests, when he Numbered forth,
Neither is there salvation in any
other. There is no other name given
under Heaven among men whereby we
may be saved" o, anxious sinnerl o,
dying sinnerl O., lost sinnerl all you
nave to do is to have this divine Ben
jamin along with you. Son of victoryl
The deepest emotions of our souls
ought to be stirred at the sound of that
nomenclature. In our prayers plead
His tears, His sufferings, His sorrow,
and His death. If you refuse to do it,
all the corncribs and palaces OF Heaven
will be bolted and barred against your
soul, n a voice from the throne shall
stun you with the announcement,
you shall not see my face except
your brother be with you"
My text also suggests the reason why
90 maay people do not get any reuL
comfort. You meet ten people, nine
of them are in need some kind of con
dolence. There is something in their
health, or in their state, or in their do
mestlc condition that demands sympa-
thy. And yet most of the worlds
sympathy amounts to absolutely moth
ing. People go to the wrong crib, or
they go in the wrong way. When the
plague was In Rome, a great many
years ago, there were 80 men who
chanted themselves TO death with the
litanies of Gregory the Great-literally
chanted themselves to death, and yet
it did not stop the plague. And all the
music of this world cannot halt the
plague of the human heart. 1 come
to someone whose ailments are
chronic, and / say, I'm Heaven you
will never be sick. That does not give
you much comfort Whatyou want is a
soothing power for your present dis
tress. Lost children, have you? I
come to you and tell you that In ten
years perhaps you will meet those
loved ones before the throne of God.
But there Is but little coincidence In
that. One day is a year with them, and
ten years a small eternity. What you
want is sympathy now-present help
1 come to those of you who have lost
dear friends, and say, TRY to forget
them. Do not keep the departed al
ways in your mind. How can you
forget them when every figure In the
carpet and every book and every pic
ture and every room calls out their
name. Suppose 1 come to you and say
by way of condolences God is
wise" "ohI you say, "that gives
me no help" Suppose 1 come to you
and say, God. from all eternity has
arranged this trouble" ''AhI" you say,
'that does me no good" Then I
say: with the swift feet of prayer
go direct to the corncrib for a heaven
ly supply" You go. You say: Lord,
help me; Lord, comfort me-" But no
help yet No comfsrt yet. 1t Ia all
dark. What is the matter2 1 have
found out. You ought to go to God
and say: Here, oh Lord, are the
wounds of my soul, and l bring with
me the wounded Jesus. Let His wounds
pay for my wounds, His bereavements
for my bereavements, His loneliness
fore my loneliness, His heart-break for
my heart break. Oh, God! for the sake
of the Lord Jesus Christ-the God, the
man, the Benjamin, the brother-de-
liver my agonized soul. Oh, Jesus
of the weary foot, ease my fatigue.
Oh, Jesus of the aching head,