The Penn's Grove record., 1896-11-20
NUMBER IL.

I'll prosperity that kills and troubl9 that
saves. While tho Israelites were on the
march amid great priyatiors and hariships
they behaved well. After awhile they prayed
for meat, and the sky darkenad With q great
flock Of quails, and These quails fell in great
multitudes all Hbout them, and the Israelites
ate aud ate and stuffed themselves unit they
died. oh, my friends, II Is not hardDhip or
trial or starvation that injuries the soul, but
abundant supply. 1t Is not the vulture Of
trouble that eats up the Christian life. 1t IA
the quaiis. 1t Is the quaiis. You will yet
and put that your Midnight wrpstle by the
brook Jabhok Is with an ange. OF God coma
down to bless and to save.
Learn again that, while our wrestling with
trouble might be triumphant, we must eA-
pect that 1t Will leave Its mark upon Us.
Jacob prevailed, but the angel touched him.
and his thigh bone sprang from its sockets.
and the good man went limplng on his way.
We must carry through this world the marx
Of the combat. What plowed these premature
wrinkles in your face2 What whuened your
hair before It was time for frostS What
dlenced forever SO much OF the hflarity Of
your householder All, 1t Is because the angel
Of trouble hath touched you that you go limp
Ing on your way. You neei not be surprised
that those VINO have passed thr ugh the fire
do not feel as gay as once they did. Do
not be out OF patience with those who come
not out Of their desponieney. They may
lkluulDh ONbE AugiE AOESs IL NOA ttltiI Rull
shall tell you that thsy have been trouble
touched. Are We Stoics that we can un
moved see our cradle died Of the bright eyes
and the sweet lips? Can we stani uumovsd
and see our gardens of earthly d light un-
rooted2 Will Jesus, who weptH Himself, be
angry with US II We pour tears Ito this
graves that open to swallow down what We
loved best2 Was Lazarus more dear to Hin
than o~urbeloved dead to us2 No. We have
q right to weep, 0ur tears must come. You
shall not drive them hack to scah 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 hops put forth
their bloom. God pity that drv, wiiherrd.
parched, all consuming grief that wrlngs its
hands, and grinds lis teeth, aud bites its
nails into the quick. but cannot weep. We
may have found the comfort OF he cross,
and yet ever after show that in the dark
night and BY the brook Jabbok We wero
trouble touched.
Again, We may take the idea Of the text
and the approach OF the daydawn.
Ing than was Jacob after that night Of strug-
gle. 1t 10 appropriate for philanihropists
and ChristIapst to cry out with His ang9l Of
the text, "The day hreaketh." Superstition
has had Its strongest props knocked out. The
shurch Of Christ is rising up In its strength
10 ko tOEbu iatE hs Tue mOIhy Cicdr Us Tue
sun and terrible as an army with banners"
Clap your hands. all ye people, SHE day
~sreaketh.n
As / look around about me I see many who
have passed through seas Of trouble thai
came III higher than their girdle. In Gods
uameI proclaim cessation Of hostilities, You
shall not always go saddened an heart
broken. God will bring four dead to | ife.
God will staneh the hearts bleeding. l know
He will. Like as q father pltieih his chill.
dreD, 30 the Lord pities you. The pains Of
earth will end. The dead will rise. The
morning star trembles m q Frightening sky.
The gates OF the east begin to swing open.
ssThe day breaketh."
Luther and Melanchthon were talking to.
gether gloomiiy about the prospects OF the
rhurch. They could ser NO hope OF deliver
ance. Alter awhile Luther got up and said
the Forty-stxth Psalm. God is our refuge
and strength In every time OF trouble
Death to uany--naY, to aii-is a struggle
and q wrsstie. We have many frirnts whom
It would be hard TO leave. I cure not how
bright our future hope is, 1t is a bitter thing
to look upon this fair world md know thar
We shall never again see its blossoming
spring, Its autumnal fruits, its sparkling
dreams and TO say farewell to those with
we played in childhood or counseied
Ia manhood. In that night, like ia
sob, We may have TO wrestle, but
H0u WlH QOL lthN1 US QDUt6sSt1.
Il shall not be told In heaven that a dy.
ing soul cried unto God for help, but was not
delivered. The lattice ray be turned to
keep out the sun, or g book ser 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, II Jesus calls,
all Is well. The strong wrestl ng by the
brook will cease. The hours Of deaih's
night will pass aiong-l O'Clock In the morn
ing, 2 o'clock in the morning, 4 O'Clock ii
the morning, 5 o'clock In the morning-"the
day breaketh."
So / would have it when 1 die. / am In no
aaste TO be gone ] would Ike to stani here
:wenty years years and preach this gospel.I
lave no srudge against this world. TIL
only fault I have to find with this world Is
hat It treats me too well. But when the
fine comes to go I trust TO be ready, my
worldly affairs all settled, II / have wronged
others, I want then to be sure Of their for.
dyeness. In that last wrestling, my arm
snfeebled with sickness AMI my head faint, /
want Jesus beside me. If there be hands Oh
this side OF the food stretched out to hold
me back want the heavenly hands 81 retched
out to draw me forwari, Then, o Jesus,
help me on and help me upi Unfe6rlng, I'M
doubling, may I step right out into tbs light
and be able TO look back to my kindred and
friends, who would detain me here, eSelalm-
ing; .'Let ma gol Let me gol fhe day
brsaketh +"