Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1897-02-27

cross. Let Ill else go Gi!i: Chg 20 ta;.t;
put that under you, and with the ear-
n,stness CT swimmer s.saii5se5..Dg for his
life put out for shore. There is Il great
warm fire of welcome already built,
and already many, who were as far out
us you are, are standing i'll its genial
and heavenly glow. The angels of Gods
rescue are wading out into the surf to
clutch your hand, and they know how
exhausted ysu are, and all the redeemed
prodigals of heaven are Oh the beach
with new white robes to clothe all those
who come in on broken pieces of the
ship
Ny sympathies arc for such all the
more because was naturally skeptical,
disposed to question everything about
this life and the next, and was i'll dan
ger of being farther out to sea than any
of the 276 i'll the Mediterranean break
FRS, and Twas sometimes the annoyance
Of my theological professor because l
asked SO many questions. But l came
in on a plank. knew Christ was the
Saviour Of sinners and that was SIN
ner, and got ashore, and do not pro-
pose to 90 out on that sea again. have
not for 30 minutes discussed the contro-
verified points Of theology in 30 years,
and during the rest of my life do not
propose to discuss them for 80 seconds.
would rather in mud scow try to
weather the worst cyclone that ever
swept up from the Caribbean, than
risk my immortal soul in useless and
perilous discussions in which some OF
my brethren in the ministry are indulg-
ing They remind me Of company of
sailors standing on the Ramsgate pier
head, from which the lifeboats are
usually launched, and coolly discussing
the different styles of oarlocks and how
deep boat ought to set in the water
while hurricane is in full blast and
there arc three steamers crowded with
passengers going to pieces in the offing.
An old tar, the muscles of his face work.
ing with nervous excitement, cries out;
"This is no time to discuss such things.
Man the lifeboat Who will volunteer?
Out with her into the surf! Pull, my
lads; pull for the wreck! Ha, ha! Now
we have them Lift them i'll and lay
them down on the bottom of the boat.
Jack, you try to bring them to. Put
these fannels around their heads and
feet, and will pull for the shore. God
help mel There! banded! Huzza!"
When there arc so many struggling IN
the waves of sin and sorrow and wretch
cdness, let all else go but salvation for
time and salvation forever.
A Safe Plank.
I bethink myself that there are some
here whose opportunity or whose life is
mere wreck, and they have only
small piece left. You started i'll youth
with all sails set, and everything prom
ised grand voyage, but you have
sailed in the wrong 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 all broken up,
one decade of your life gone by, two
decades, three decades, four decades,
half century, perhaps three-quarters OF
a century gone. The hour hand and the
minute hand of your clock of life are
almost parallel, and soon it will be IL
and your day ended. Clear discouraged
are you? I ad lit it is a sad thing to
rive all of our ives that are worth any
thing to sin az the devil and then at
last make God a present of a first rate
corpse. But the past you cannot recover.
Get on board that old ship you never
will. Have you only one moro year left
one more month, one more week, one
more day, one more hour-come IN on
that. Perhaps if you get to heaven God
may let you GO out on some great mis-
sion to some other world, where you
can somewhat atcne for your lack OF
service in this.
From many deathbed I have seen
the hands thrown up in deportation
something like this: My life has been
wasted. 1 had good mental faculties
and fine social position and great oppor-
tunity, but through worldiness and neg
lect all has gone to waste save these
few remaining hours. l now accept OF
Christ and shall enter heaven through
his mercy, but alas, alas, that when l
might have entered the haven of eternal
rest with full cargo, and been greeted
by the -aving hands Of a multitude in
whose s,avation I had borne blessed
part, must confess I now enter the
harbor of heaven on broken pieces OF
the ship. F"