The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1899-05-12

Christian reformers and p~hilanthro-
pists, Combine them all for the extir-
patton of this evil.
THIRST MAY BE QUENCHED.
Thirty women in one Of the western
states banded together and with an
especial ordination from God hey went
forth to the work and shut up all the
grogshops Of a large village. Thlrty
women, with their song and with their
PRAYER. and Il 1000 or 1000 Christian
men and women with an especial erdl-
nation from God should go forth feeling
the responsibility Of their work and
discharging their mission, they could
in any city shut up all the gropsnops.
But 1 must not dwell on generations;
/ must come to specifies. Are you
astray? If there is any sermon 1 dis
like, it is a sermon on generalltles. l
want personalities. Are you astray
Have you one so far you think you
cannot get back? Did 1 say a few mo-
ments ago that a man might go to a
point in inebriation where he could not
stop? Yes, I said it, and l reiterate It
But l want you also to understand that
while the man himself, Of his own
strength, cannot stop, God can stop
any man. You have only to lay hold
of the strong arm of the Lord God Al
mighty. He a stop you. Many sum-
mers ago I went owe to New York n
Sabbath evening-our church not yet
being open for the autumnal services.
I went into a. room in the Fourth
ward, New York, where a religious SER
vice was being held for reformed
drunkards, and I heard a revelation
that night that I had never heard be-
fore-15 or 20 men standing UP and Civ
ing testimony such as l had never
heard given. They not only testified
that their hearts had been changed by
the grace of God, but that the grace
of God had eXtinguished their thirst.
They went on to say that they mad
reformed at different times before, but
Immediately fallen, because they were
doing the whole work in their own
strength. But as soon as we gave our
hearts to God" they said, land the love
of the Lord Jesus Christ has come into
our soul the thirst has all gone. We
have no more disposition for strong
drink"
WARNING TO DRUNKARDS.
It was a new revelation to me, and l
have proclaimed it again and again i'll
the hearing Of those who have far gone
astray and I stand here today to tell
you that the grace Of the Lord Jesus
Christ cannot only I've our soul, but
save your body. I look off today upon
the desolation. Some of you are so far
on in this habit, although there may
be no outward indications Of it-you
have staggered along he street
the vast majority Of people do not know
that you stimulate. but God knows
n you know, and by human calcula-
ton there is not one chance out of five
thousand that you will ever be stopped.
Beware! There are some of you who
are my warm personal friends to whom
I must say that unless you quit this
evil habit within ten years, as to your
body, you will lie down in a drunkard's
grave and, as to your immortal soul,
you will lie down in a drunkard's hell!
It is a hard thing to say, but it is true,
and I utter the warning lest I have
your blood upon my soul. Beware! AS
today you open the door of your wine
closet let the decanter flash that word
upon your soul, "Beware!" AS you
pour out the beverage let the foam at
the top spell out the word, Beware"
In the great day of Gods judgment,
when a hundred million drunkards shall
come UP to get their doom, l want you
to testify that this day, in ove of your
SOUL and in fear of God, I gave you
warning in regard to that influence
which has already been felt in your
home, blowing out some of its lights
pemonition OF the blackness of dark
mssforever.
fOh, if you could only hear intemper-
fpce with d~runkards' drumming
ph the top of the wine cask the Dead
March of immortal souls, you would
go home and kneel down and pray Goo
A that rather than your children should
ever become the victims of this evil
habit you might carry them out to tbs
cemetery and put them down in the
last slumber, waiting for the flowers q
spring to come over the grave-sweet
prophecies of the resurrection. Coo
hath a balm for such a wound, bur
what flower Of comfort ever grew or
the blasted health Of a drunkard'.
sepulcher?
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