Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1898-03-26

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Ishmael, the lad that Hagar led into th
wilderness. She had no idea she wa
leading forth such destinies. Neithe
does any mother. You pass along til
street and see and pass boys and girl
who will yet make the earth quak
with their influence.
Who is that boy at Sutton pool, Plym
outh, England, barefooted, wadin
down into the slush and slime until hi
bare foot comes upon a piece Of glass
and he lifts it bleeding and pain struck
That wound in the foot decides that b
be sedentary in his life; decides that b
BIZ o student That wound by the glas
in the foot decides that he shall be Johl
Kitto, who shall provide the best reli
gious encyclopedia the world has eve
had provided and, with his other writ
ings as we'll, throwing light upon th
word of God such as has come from n,
other man in this century. Oh, mother
mother, that little hand that wander
over your face may yet be lifted to bur
thunderbolts of war or drop benedic
tionsl That little voice may blasphem'
God in the grogshop or cry "For
wardl' to the Lords hosts as they g
out for their last victory. My mind thi
morning leaps 80 years ahead, and
see merchant prince Of New York
One stroke of his pen brings ship ou
of Canton. Another stroke Of his pei
brings ship into Madras He is mighty
in all the money markets of the world
Who is he? He sits on Sabbaths beside
you in church. My mind leaps 80 years
forward from this time, and find my.
self in relief association. A great null
titude of Christian women have met to.
gether for generous purpose. There is
one woman in that crowd who seems to
have the confidence of all the others,
and they all look up to her for her
counsel and for her prayers. Who is
she? This afternoon you will find her in
the Sabbath school, while the teacher
tells her of that Christ who clothed the
naked and fed the hungry and healed
the sick. My mind leaps forward 30
years from now, and I find myself in
an African jungle, and there is mis-
sionary of the cross addressing the ma
tiyes, and their dusky countenances are
irradiated with the glad tidings of
great JOY and salvation. Who is he?
Did you not hear his voice today in the
opening song of your church service?
My mind leaps forward 80 years from
now, and I find myself looking through
the wickets of prison. I see face
SCARED with every crime. His chin on
his open palm, his elbow on his knee, a
picture of despair. As open the wicket
he STARTS and I hear his chain clank.
The jailkeeper tells mo that be has
been in there now three times-frst for
theft, then for arson, now for murder.
He steps upon the trapdoor, the rope is
fastened to his neck, the plank falls,
his body swings into the air, his soul
swings of into eternity. Who is he and
where is he? This afternoon playing
kite on the city common. Mother, you
aEai nov yd hpIHHitd5Hkai stthgge..
Saaff:s ago sat teaching lessons of religion
to her child, and he drank in those les
sons. She never knew that Lamphier
would come forth and establish the Full
ton street prayer meeting, and by one
meeting revolutionize the devotions OF
the whole earth and thrill the eternities
with his Christian influence. Lamphler
said it was his mother who brought
him to Jesus Christ. She never had an
idea that she was leading forth such
destinies. But, oh, when see mother
reckless Of her influence, rafting on
toward destruction. garlanded for the
sacrifice with unseemly mirth and god
lessness, dancing on down to perdition,
taking her children in the same direc-
ton, preparing them for life of frivoll.
ty. q death Of shame and an eternity of
disaster, cannot help but say: "There
they gol There they go; Hagar and !sh-
mael!' tell you there are wilder des-
erts than Beersheba i'll many OF the
fashionable circles of this day. Dissi-
pated parents leading dissipated chill
dren. Avaricious parents leading avarl-
cious children. Pfayerless parents Lead
ing prayerless children. They 60 through
every street, up every dark alley, into
every cellar, along every highway. Ha-
gar and Ishmaell And while l pronounce
their names it seems like the moaning
of the desert wind, "Hagar and lsh-
maelp'
A Well In Every Wilderness.
I learn one more lesson from this
oriental scene, aud that is that every
wilderness has we'll in it. Hagar ano
Ishmael gave up to die. Hagar's heart
sank within her as she hoard her chile
CRYING: "Water! Water Water?
"Ah," she says, my darling, there Ii
no water. This is desert. u And Their
Gods angel said from the cloud, What
aileth thee, Hagar?" And she looked
up and saw him pointing to we'll o.
water, where she filled the bottle to-
the lad. Blessed be God, that there il
in every wilderness we'll, if you onl!
know how to find it-fountains for al
these thirsty souls. On that last day, OF
that great day of the feast Jesus otoo'
and cried, "If any man thirst, let hin
come to me and drink" All these othe
fountains you find are mere mirages o
the desert. Paracelsus, you know, spen
his time in trying to find out the eli1l
of life-a liquid which if taken woul
keep one perpetually young III tni
world and would change the aged BAG
again to youth. OF course he was dis
appointed. He found not the elixir
But here 1 tell you of the elixir OF ever
lasting life bursting from the Rock c
Ages" and that drinking that waite
you shall never get old, and you WI
never be sick, and you will never die
"Ho, every one that thirsteth, come
to the waters. ~ All, here is man VII
says, ~ have been looking for tina
fountain q great while, but cant I'm
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