The Monitor-register., 1897-09-03

| the fact that Jesus was God and man in
the same being. Here be is in the back
part Of the boat. Oh, how tired he
| looks, what sad dreams he must havel
| Look at his couutenance. He must be
| thinking of the cross to come. Look at
him. He is a man-bone Of our bone,
flesh of our flesh. Tired, he falls asleep;
he is a man. But then / find Christ at
| the PROV of the boat. / hear him say,
"Peace, be stillp' And I see the storm
kneeling at his feet and the tempests
folding their wings in his presence. He
Is a God.
If / have sorrow and trouble and want
sympathy, I go and kneel down at the
back part of the boat and say, 80
| Christ, weary one of Gennesaret, SYM
pathize with all my sorrows, man of
| Nazareth, man of the cross. A man, a
man. But if 1 want to conquer my spir-
itual foes, if 1 want to get the victory
| over sin, death and hell, / come to the
front of the boat and | kneel down, and
| say, 30 Lord Jesus Christ, thou WIG
dost hush the tempest, hush all my
| grief, hush all my temptation, hush all
my sin. A man, a man, q God, a God.
The Tempest flushed,
l learn once more from this subject
that Christ can hush a tempest. 1t did
seem as if everything must 60 to ruin.
The disciples had given up the idea of
managing the ship. The crew we're en-
tirely demoralized, yet Christ rises. and
he puts his foot on the storm, and il
crouches at his feet. Oh, yes, Christ
can hush the tempestl
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
GUS questions and stood around you with
the greatest fondness, and the spade cut
down through your bleeding heart. Per-
haps it was an only son, and your heart
has ever since been like a desolated cas-
tie, the owls of the night hooting among
the falling rafters and the crumbling
stairways.
Perhaps it was an aged mother You
always went to her with your troubles.
She was in your home to welcome youi
children into life. and when they died
abe 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 iocket did moi
look as we'll az it usually did when she
brushed it away from her wrinkled
brow in the home circle or in the ooun-
try church. Or, your property gone, you
said, ~ have so much bank stock,
have so many government securities, ]
have SO many houses, l have S % many
farms'-all gone, all gone.
Why, all the storms that ever tram.
pied with their tbnnders, all the ship
wrecks. have not been worse than this
to you. Yet you have not been COM
pletely oyerthrown. WhyP Christ hushed
the tempest. Your little one was taken
away. Christ says: II have that little
one. l can take care Of him as we'll as
you can. better than you can, oh, be.
reaved motheri" flushing the tempest
When your property went away, GOO
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 wher
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. Yorder | see Q Christian
soul rocking on the surges of death.
All the powers of darkness seem let oul
against that soul-the swirling wave,
the thunder of the sky, the screaming
wind, all seem to unite together-buI
that soul is NOT troubled, there is nc
signing, there are pc tears; plenty o.
tears in the room at the departure. bul
he weeps no tears; calm, satisfied
peaceful, all is well. Jesus hushinf
the tempestl By the flash of the storm
you see the harbor just ahead. and yoI
are making for that harbor. Strike
eight bells. All il well.
Into the harbor of heaven noy we glide.
We're home at last, home at last.
Softly we drift on its bright, sily'ry tide.
We're home at last, home at last.
Glory to God. all our dangers are DER.
We stand secure on the glori1ed shore.
Glory to God. we will shout evermors.
We're home at last, home at last.