The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1896-05-08

of Christians.
notice that the fine gardens some
times have high fences around them
n you cannot get in. l. is so with a
kings garden. The only glimpse you
ever get of such a garden is when the
king rides out in his splendid carriage.
1t is not so with this garden, this
Kings garden. l throw wide open the
gate and tell you all to come in. No
monopoly in religion. Whosoever
viii, may. Choose now between a
desert and a garden. Many Of you
have tried the garden Of this worlds
delight. You have found it has been
a chagrin. So it was with Theodore
Hook. He made all the world laugh.
He makes us laugh now when We read
MS poems; but he could not make his
own heart laugh. While in the midst
Of his festivities he confronted a look
i~ng-glass, and he saw himself and said:
There, that is true. l look just as I
am; done up in body. mind, and purse"
So it was OF Shenstone, Of whose gar
den l told you at the beginning of my
sermon. He sat down and amid those
bowers and said: 81 have lost my road
20 happiness. l am angry and envious
and frantic, and despise everything
around ne just as it becomes a mad
nan to do"
o ye weary souls! come into Christ's
garden today and pluck a little hearts
ease. Christ is the only rest and the
only pardon for a perturbed spirit.
Do you not think your chance has al
most come? You men and women who
have been waiting year after year for
some good opportunity in which to
accept Christ, but have postponed it,
i've, ten, twenty, thirty years-do you
not feel as if now your honor Of de-
liverance and pardon and salvation
had come? o man, what grudge hast
thou against thy poor soul that thou
wilt not let it be saved? l feel as if
salvation must come today in some OF
your hearts.
Some years ago a vessel struck on
the rocks. They had only one life
boat. In that lifeboat the passengers
and crew were getting ashore. The YES
sci had f%oundered, and was sinking
deeper and deeper, and that one boat
could not take the passengers very
swiftly. A little girl stood on the deck
waiting for her turn to get into the
boat. The boat came and went, came
and went, but her turn did not seem
to come. After awhile she could wait
no longer, and she leaped on the taffrail
and then sprang into the sea, crying
to the boatman, Save me next! Save
me next?" Oh, how many have gone
ashore into Gods mercy, and yet you
are clinging to the wreck Of sin! Others
have accepted the pardon Of Christ, but
you are in peril. Why not, this mo-
ment, make a rush for cur immortal
rescue, crying until Jesus shall hear
you, and heaven and earth ring with
the cry, "Save me next! Save ne
nextv.' Now is the day of salvation.
Now! Now!
This Sabbath is the last for some Of
you. 1t is about to sail away fer ever.
Her bell tolls. The plaIks thunder
back in the gangway. She shoves off.
She floats out toward the great ocean
of eternity. Wave farewell to your last
chance for heaven. ooh, Jerusalem,
Jerusalem, how often would l have
gathered thee as a hen gathereth her
brood under her wings, and We would
not! Behold your house is left unto
you desolate." Invited to revel in a
garden, you die in a desert! May God
Almighty, before it is too late, break
that infatuation.