The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1897-09-03

forever his religion Will never make
: any conquest among men," But after
awhile the Lion of the tribe of Judah
: will arouse himself and come forth to
shake nightly the nations.
But there are great many good peo-
pie who get affrighted in other re-
spects; they are affrighted in our day
about revivals. They say, "Oh! this is
a strong religious gale; we are afraid
the church of God is going to upset,
and there are going to be a great many
people brought into the church that
are going TO be of no use to it," and
they are affrighted whenever they see
a revival taking hold of the churches.
A great many Christians want to
throw overheard all the thousands and
tens of thousands of souls who have
been brought in through great awaken
ings. Throw all overheard because
there is peck of chaff, a quart of
chaff, pint of chaff! l say, let them
stay until the last day; the Lord will
divide the chaff from the wheat
Oh, that these gales from Heaven
might sweep through all our churches!
Oh, for such days as Richard Baxter
saw in England and Robert McCheyne
saw in Dundee! Oh, for such DAYS as
Johnathan Edwards saw in Northamp-
ton! have often heard my father tell
of the fact that in the early part of the
century a revival broke out in Somer-
vile, n. j., and some people were very
much agitated about it. They said,
"Oh, you are going to bring too many
people into the church at once" and
they sent down to New Brunswick to
get John Livingston to stop the re-
vival. Well, there was no better soul
in the world than John Livingston.
He went up; he looked at the revival;
they wanted him to stop it. He stood in
the pulpit on the Sabbath, and looked
over the solemn auditory, and said:
This, brethren. is in reality the work
of God; beware how you try to stop it."
And he was an old man, leaning heavi-
ly on his staff-a very old man. And
he lifted that staff, and took hold of
the small end of the staff, and began
to let it fall very slowly through, be-
tween the finger and the thumb, and
he said: ''Oh, thou impenitent, thou
art falling now-falling away from
life, falling away from peace and
Heaven, falling as certainly as that .
cane is falling through my hand-fall-
ing certainly, though perhaps falling
very slowly" And the cane kept
on falling through John Living
stOn's hand. The religious emotion
in the audience was overpowering,
and men saw a type of their doom
as the cane kept falling and falling
until the knob of the cane struck Mr..
Livingston's hand, and he clasped it
stoutly and said, But the grace of
God can stop you, as [ 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 serv-
ice, Il guess you had better send Living.
stOn 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.
You have had trouble. Perhaps il
was the little child taken away from
you-the sweetest child of the house
hold; the one who asked the most curl
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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 like a
desolated castle, the owls of the night
hoOting among the falling rafters and
the crumbling stairways.
All the storms that ever trampled
with their thunders, all the ship
wrecks, have not been worse than this
to you. Yet you have not been COM
pletely overthrown. Why? Christ
hushed the tempest. Your little one
was taken away. Christ says, Il have
as well as you can, better than you
can, bereaved motherm 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 run, the moment when
we let 60 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. Yonder 1 see a Chris
tian soul rocking on the surges
of death; all the powers of dark
ness seem let out against that
soul-the swirling wave, the thun-
der of the sky, the screaming 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, peace
full; all is we'll Jesus hushing the
tempest By the fash of the storm
you see the harbor just ahead, and you
are making for that harbor. Strike
eight bells. All is well.
A Valuable Cow.