Connecticut western news., 1897-09-02

"This, brethren, is in reality the work
 of God. Beware how you try to stop
 it." And he was an old man, leaning
 heavily 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 fall
 ing through my hand-falling certain
 ly, though perhaps falling very slowlyl"
 And the cane kept on falling through
 John Livingston's hand. The religious
 emotion in the audience was overpow-
 ering, and men saw type of their
 doom as the cane kept falling and fall
 ing until the knob of the cane struck MT.
 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 service, "I guess you had bet ter send Livingston home. He is mak- ing the revival worse" Oh, for the gales from heaven, and Christ on board the shipl 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 a man-bone of our bone, flesh of our flesh. Tired, he falls asleep;
 he is man. But then I find Christ at the prov of the boat I hear him say,
 "Peace, be still!" And see the storm
 kneeling at his feet and the tempests
 folding their wings in his presence. He is God.
 If have sorrow and trouble and want sympathy, go and kneel down at the back part of the boat and say, 70 Christ, weary one of Gennesaret, sym pathize with all my sorrows, man of Nazareth, man of the cross" A man, a
 man. But if I want to conquer my spir-
 itual foes, if want to get the victory
 over sin, death and he'll, I come to the front of the boat and kneel down, and
 say, 70 Lord Jesus Christ, thou who
 dost hush the tempest, hush all my grief, hush all my temptation, hush all | my sin." A man, a man, God, God. The Tempest Flushed.
 learn once more from this subject that Christ can hush tempest. It did seem as if everything must go to ruin. | The disciples had given up the idea of | managing the ship. The crew were en- | tirely demoralized, yet Christ rises, and he puts his foot on the storm, and it
 crouches at his feet Oh, yes, Christ | can hush the tempestl
 You have had trouble. Perhaps it
 was the little child taken away from you-the sweetest child of the house. | hold, the one who asked the most curi- ous questions and stood around you with l the greatest fondness, and the spade out down through your bleeding heart. Per | haps it was an only son, and your heart | has ever since been like desolated cas. | tie, the owls of the night hooting among | the falling rafters and the crumbling stairways.
 Perhaps it was an aged mother. You 1 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 l That white lock of hair you put away | in the casket or in the locket did not
 look as we'll as it usually did when she brushed it away from her wrinkled | brow in the home circle or in the coun- | try church. Or, your property gone, you said, "I have so much bank stock, 1 have so many government securities, have so many houses, I have so many | farms''-all gone, all gone.
 Why, all the storms that ever tram. | pied with their thunders, all the ship | wreoks, have not been worse than this | to you. Yet you have not been con- | pletely overthrown. Why? Christ hushed l the tempest. Your little one was taken away. Christ says: II have that little
 one. I can take care of him as we'll as you can. better than you can, oh, be-
 reaved motherp' Flushing the tempestl 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 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. Wonder I 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 screaming wind, all seem to unite together-but | that soul is not troubled, there is no | signing, there are no tears; plenty of | tears in the room at the departure, but he weeps no tears; calm, satisfied, | peaceful, all is we'll. Jesus flushing the tempest By the flash of the storm you see the harbor just ahead. and you | are making for that harbor. Strike eight bells. All is we'll.
 Into the harbor of heaven now we glide. | Were home at last, home at last. Softly we drift on its bright, Try tide. We're home at last, home at last. Glory to God all our dangers OCT. We stand secure the glorifed shore. Glory to God, we will shout evermors.