Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1898-07-22
he f6ird blast RolanTs trumpet broke

he third blast Roland's trumpet broke.
tale this trumpet Of the gospel and |
blow the first blast, Whosoeyer will. "
| blow the second blast, Seek ye tho
Lord while he may he found" | blow
the third blast, "Now is the accepted
time" But the trumpet does not break.
1t was handed down by our fathers to
US, and we will hand it down 70 our
children, that after we are dead they
may blow the trumpet, telling the world
that we have a pardoning God, loving
God, a sympathetic God and that more
to him than the throne on which he sits
is the JOY of seeing prodigal putting
his thumb on the latch of his fathers
house remember that there were two
vessels on the sea and in a storm. 1t
was very, very dark, and the two YES
sells were going straight for each other,
and the captains knew it not. But after
awhile the man on the lookout saw the
approaching ship, and no shouted,
Hard larboardl" And from the other
vessel the cry went up, Hard ALTAR
boardP' And they turned just enough
to glance by and passed in safety to
their harbors Some of you are i'll the
storm Of temptation, and you are driving
on and coming toward fearful collisions
unless you change your course. Hard
a. larboard" Turn ye, turn ye, for
"why will ye die, oh, house Of Israeli"
God Is Waiting.
Young man, as you cannot live life
over again, however you may long to
do so, be sure to have your one life
right. There is some young man who
has gone away from home, perhaps un-
der some little spite or evil persuasion
of another, and his parents know not
where he is. My son. go home. Do not
go to sea. Don't go tonight where you
may be tempted to go. Go home. Your
father will be glad to see you, and your
mother-I need not tell you how she
feels. How | would like to make your
parents present of their hayward boy,
repentant and i'll his right mind. |
would like to write them letter. and
you to carry the letter, saying, by the
blessing of God on my sermon l intro
duce TO you one whom you have never
seen before, for he has become a new
creature in Christ Jesus. My boy, go
home and put your tired head on the
bosom that nursed you so tenderly IN
your childhood years.
A young Scotchman was taken cap
tive in battle by band of Indians, and
he learned their language and adopted
their habits Years passed on, but the
old Indian chieftain never forgot that
he had in his possession a young man
who did not belong to him. Well, one
day this tribe of Indians came i'll sight
of the Scotch regiments from whom this
young man had been captured, and the
old Indian chieftain said: Il lost my
son in battle, and know how father
feels at the loss of a son. Do you think
your father is yet alive?" The young
man said, Il am the only son Of my IA
Their, and l hope he is still alive.
Then said the Indian chieftain: Be-
cause of the loss Of my son this world is
a desert You go free. Return to your
countrymen Revisit your father that
he may rejoice when he sees the sun
rise in the morning and the trees bios
som in the spring" SO | say to you,
young man, captive Of waywardness
and sin: Your father is waiting for
you. Your mother is waiting for you
Your sisters are waiting for you. God
is waiting for you. Go home! Go home