The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1897-08-26

ana hiuley were NOT tue greatest martyrs,
but Christian men who went up incorrupt
from the contaminations and perplexities
OF Pennsylvania avenue, Broad street. State
| street and Third street. On earth they
were called brokers or stock jobbers, or re.
tailers, or importers, but in heaven Chris
tian heroes. No fagots were heaped about
their feet; no inquisition demanded from
them recantation; no soldier aimed pike
at their heart, but they had mental tor
ture compared with which all physical
consuming Is as the breath Of spring
morning.
find in the community n large class OF
men who have been so cheated. so lied
about. so outrageously wronged, that they
have lost their faith in everything. In a
world where everything seems so topsy
turvy they do not see how there can be any
God. They are confounded and frenzied
and misanthropic. Elaborate arguments
to prove to them the truth Of Christianity
or the truth Of anything else touch them
nowhere. Hear me, all such men. l preach
to you no rounded periods. no ornamental
discourse, but put my hand on your shoul-
der and invite you into the peace OF the
gospel. Here Is a rock on which you may
stand firm, though the waves dash against
it harder than the Atlantic, pitching its
surf clear above Eddystone lighthouse.
Do not charge upon God all these troubles
to God God stuck to the world but the
earth seeded from His government. and
hence all these outrages and all these
woes. God Is good. For many hundreds
OF years He has been coaxing the world to
come back to Him, but the more He has
coaxed the more violent have men been in
their resistance, and they have stepped
back and stepped back until they have
dropped into ruin.
Try thiu God va ,vbn bo va d a tho blood
hounds after you, and who have thought
that God had forgotten you. Try Him and
see II He will not help. Try Him and see II
He will not pardon. Try Him and see il
He will not save. The flowers of spring
have no bloom 50 sweet as the Towering OF
Chrst's affections. The sun hath no
warmth compared with tho glow of His
heart. The waters have no refreshment
like the fountain that will slake the thirst
OF thy soul. At the moment the reindeer
stands with his lip and nostril thrust In the
cool mountain torrent, the hunter may be
coming through the thicket. Without crack
ling a stick under his foot, He comes dose
by the stag, aims his gun draws the trg-
ger, and the poor thing rears in its death
agony and falls backward its antlers crash
ing on the rocks. But the painting hart that
drinks from the water brooks OF Gols
promise shall never be fatally wounded and
shall never die.
This world is n poor portion OF your soul,
business man! An eastern king had
craven on his tomb two fingers, represented
as sounding on each other with snap, and
under them the motto, "Al is not worth
that" Apicius CGlius hanged himself be-
cause his steward informed him that he
had only ESQ, 900 sterling left. All Of this
worlds riches make but Il small Inheritance
for soul. Robespierre attempted to win
ha al go Il I,,. 4.
dying woman came rushing through the
crowd, crying to him, Murderer Of my
kindred, descend to hell. covered with the
curses of every mother In France!" Many
who have expected the plaudits of the world
have died under its anathema maranatha
Oh. find your peace in Godl Make ono
strong pull for heaven. No halfway work
will do it. There sometimes coIhes n time
on shipboard when everything must be
sacrificed to save tho passengers. The
cargo is nothing, the rigging nothing. The
captain puts the trumpet to his lips and
shouts, "Cut away the mast!' Some Of you
have been tossed and driven, and you have
In your effort to keep the world, well nigh
lost your soul. Until you have decided /
this matter let everything else go. Over
board with all those other anxieties and
burdens. You will have to drop the sails |
OF your pride and cut away the mast. With |
one earnest cry for help put your cause into .
the hand OF Him who helped Paul out OF .
the breakers Of Melita, and who, above the !
shrill blast OF the wrathiest tempest that |
ever blackened the sky or shook tho ocean,
can hear the faintest imploration for mercy.
l shall close this sermon feeling that |
some OF you who have considered your
case as hopeless will take heart again and
that with u blood red earnestness, such as
you have never experienced before, you
will start for the good land OF the gospel
at last to look back, saying: what q
great risk / ran! Almost lost, but savedl
Just gotthrough, and no morc Escaped
by the skin Of my teeth"