The morning news., 1897-08-30

ing now-falling away from life, falling
away from peace and heaven, falling a s
certainly as that cane is falling through
my hand-falling certainly though per
haps falling very slowly" And the cane
kept on falling through John Living
ston hand. The religious emotion in the
audience was oyerpOwering, and men saw
a type Of their doom as the cane kept fall
ing and falling until the knob of the cane
struck Mr.. Livingston's hand, and he
clasped ii stouuy and said, But the grace
of God can stop you, as I stopped that
cane" and then there was gladness all
through the house at the fact Of pardon
and peace and salvation. Well said
the people after the service, 81 guess you
had better send Livingston home: he is
making the revival worse" Oh, for the
gales from heaven, and Christ on board
the ship. The danger of the church Of
God is not in revivals.
Again, my subject impresses me with
the fact that Jesus was God and man in
the same being. Here he is in the back
part of the boat Oh, how tired he looks
what sad dreams he must have, Look at
his countenance; he must be thinking of
the cross to come. Look at him, he is
man--bone Of our bone flesh OF our flesh.
Tired, he falls asleep; he is a man. But
then ! tind Christ at the PROV of the
boat; / hear him say, peace, be still,"
and / see the storm kneeling at his feet,
ana the tempest folding their wings in his
presence; he is a God.
If l had sorrow and trouble and want
sympathy, l 20 and kneel down at the
back part of the boat and say, 20, Christ
weary one Of Gennesaret, sympath hize with
all my sorrows, man of Nazareth, man OF
the cross" A man, a man. But If l want
to conquer my spiritual foes, if ! want to
get the victory over sin, death and hell,
come TO the front of the boat, and | kneel
down. and ! say, 90 Lord, Jesus Christ,
thou who dost hush the tempest hush all
my grief: hush all my temptation; hush
all my sim man, a man. a God,
God.
| learn once more from this subject that
Christ can hush a tempest. 1t did seem
a. if everything must go to ruin. The dis
clpies had given up the idea of managing
the ship; the crew were entirely demora-
lied; yet Christ rises, and he puts his foot
on the storm and it crouches at his feet.
Oh, yes Christ can hush the tempest.
You have had trouble. Perhaps it was
the little child taken away from you-the
sweetest child of the household the one
who asked the most curious questions,
and stood around you with the greatest
fondness, and the spade cut down through
your bleeding heart. Perhaps it was an
only son, and your heart has ever since
been Ike a desolated castle, the owls of
the night hooting among the falling raft
ers and the crumbHng stairWays.
Perhaps 1t was an aged mother You
always went to her with your troubles.
She was in your home to welcome your
children into life and when they died she
was there to pity you; that old hand will
do you no more kindness; that white lock
of hair you put away in the casket. or in
the locket, did not look as well as it US
ually did when she brushed it away from
her wrinkled brow in the home circle or
in the country church. Or your property
gone, you said, II have so much bank
stock, | have so many government secu-
rites. l have so many houses, / have so
many farms'-all gone all gone.
why, all the storms that ever tram
pied with their thunders, all the ship
wrecks, have not been worse than this to
you. Yet you have not been completely
oVerthrown. Why? Christ hushed the
tempest. Your little one was taken away.
Christ says, 81 have that little one; | can
take care Of him as well as you can bet
ter than you can. O bereaVed motherr'
flushing the tempest. When your property
went away, God said, There are treasures
in heaven, in banks that never break"
There is one storm into which We will
all have to rum the moment when we let
go of this life, and try to take hold of the
next when we will want all the grace We
can have-we will want it all. Youder l
see Christian soul rocking on the surges
of death; all the powers OF darkness seem
let out against that soul-the swirling
wave the thunder of the sky, the scream
ing wind, all seem TO unite together: but
that soul is not troubled; there is no sigh
ing, there are no tears plenty of tears In
the room at the departure, but he weeps
no tears, calm, satisfied, peaceful; all is
wei. Jesus hushing the tempest. BY the
flash of the storm you see the harbor just
ahead, and you are making for that har-
Dor. Strike eight bells. All is we'll
Into the harbor of heaven now we glide;
We're home at last, home at last.
Softly We drift on its bright, sivry tide
We're home at last, home at last
Glory to God. all our dangers are DER
We stand secure on the glorifed shore;
Glory TO God. we shall shout evermore,
We're home at last, home at last.