The Progress. (Shreveport, La.) 1892-1900, 1897-02-27

times the annoyance of my theological pro-
lessor because l asked 70 many qucstlons.
But came In on plank. knew Cnr's'
was the Saviour of sinners and thai was
a sinner, and l got ashore, ana 40 nov
propose to go out on that SEA again n's.
not for 80 minutes discussed tho contro-
yerted points of theology In 30 years, ana
during the rest of my Ifs do not propose
TO discuss them for 30 seconds.
would rather in mud scow try to |
weather the worst cyclone that ever swept |
M from the Caribbean than FISK my I'M
mortal soul In useless and rcrilous discus
sions in which some of my brethren In the
ministry arc indulging. They remind me
Of a company of sailors standing on the
Ralnsgate pier head, from which the Iie-
boats are usually launched, ana coouy as
cussing the different style of oarlocks ana
how deep q l>oat ought to set In the water,
while n hurricane is in full blast and there
are three steamers crowded with passen-
gers going to pieces in the ofing. An old
fnr. tho muscles of his face working with
nervous excitement, cries out: "This Is no
time to discuss such things Man the Ire
boatl Who will volunteer Out with her
into the surf! Pull, my lads; pull Tor the
\ recki Ha In! Now we have them Lift
them in and lay them down on the bottom
NJ the boat Jnck, you try to bring them
to. Put these f1annels around their hands
md feet, and l will pull for the shore God
helm me! There! Landedi HuzzaP When
there are SO many struggling In the waves
Of sin and sorrow and wretchedness, let al
else 90 but salvation for time and saliva
ton forever.
bethink myself that there arc some
hero whose opportunity or whose life Is Q
mere wreck, and they have only a small
piece left. You started in youth with all
calls set, and everything promised grand
hpy SO1
direction or have foundered on rock.
You have only fragment of time left.
Then come in on that one plank. some
on broken pieces of the ship.
You admit you are nll broken up, one
decade OF your life gone by, two decades,
three decades, four decades, half CEN
tury, perhaps three-quarters of century
conc. The hour hand and the minute
hand Of your clock of life arc almost paral'
lei. and soon 1t will be 10 and your day
ended. Clear DISCOURAGE, are your ad
NIT 1t Is d sad thing to give oil OF our lives
that are worth anything to SIN ana tns
devil, and then ut last make God presen
of a first rate corpse. But the past yo'
cannot recover. Get on board that old shil
YOU never will. Have you only one NOR
wear left, one moro month, one more week
ono more day, one more hour-come IN OF
that Perhaps II you get to heaven Go'
may let you go out on some great mission
10 some other world, where you can some
what ntone for your lack of service In this
From many deathbcd have seen tn
hands thrown up IN deploration somethin
like this: "My-life has been wasted. ha
good mental faculties and fine social posi-
ton and great opportunity, but throug
worldliness and neglect all has gone
waste save these few remaining hours.
now accept of Christ and shall enter hea'
en- through his mercy, but, alas, ala
that when might have entered the have
of eternal rest with a full cargo and bee
greeted by the waving hands OF muls
tude In whose salvation had borne
blessed part must confess now emit
tho harbor Of heaven ON broken pieces I
the shtpp'