Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1900-06-14

Thumb, and he said: ooh, thou impeni-
tent, thou art falling now-faling from
life, falling away from peace and heaven,
falling MS certainly ms that cane is fall
ing through my hand-falling certainly,
though perhaps falling slowly" And the
cane kept on falling through John Liv-
ingston's hand. The religious emotion in
the audience was empowering, and men
saw a type of their doom as the cane
kept falling and falling, until the knob
Of the cane struck Mr.. Livingston's hand,
and he clasped it stoutly and said But
the grace of God can stop you as ! stop
ped that cane" and then there was glad
ness all through the house at the fact OF
pardon and peace and salvation. "Well,"
said the people after the service, 81 guess
you had better send Livingston home. He
is making the revival worse" Oh, for
gales from heaven to sweep all the CONT
nents! The danger of the church of God
is not in revivals.
Calming the storm.
Again, my subject impressed 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 IL
man. But then find Christ at the PROV
Of the boat hear him say, Peace, be
still" and l see the storm knceng at his
feet and the tempests folding their
wings in his presence; he is God. II
have sorrow and trouble and want SYM
patty, l go and kneel down at the back
partof the boat and say: 20 Christ, weary
One of Gennesaret, sympathize with all
my sorrow! Man Of Nazareth! Man Of
the Cross" A Man, a Mani But il
want to conquer my spiritual foes, If
want to get the victory over sin, death
and hell, | come to the front OF the boat,
and | kneel down, and | say, 80 Lord
Jesus Christ, thou who didst hush the
tempest, hush all my grief, hush all my
temptation, hush all my sin"
| learn once more from this subject
that Christ can hush tempest. 1t 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
the storm crouches at his feet. Oh, yes,
Christ can hush the tempest! You have
had trouble. Perhaps it was the little
child taken away from you-the sweetest
child of the household, the one who ask
ed the most curious questions and STOOD
around you with the greatest fondness,
and the spade cut down through your
bleeding heart. Perhaps it was an only
son. and your heart has ever since been
like a dcsoated, castle; the owls of the
night hooting among the fallen arches
and the crumbing stairways. Or all
your property swept away, you said: Il
had so much bank stock; | had SO many
government securities; I had so many
houses l had SO many farms-all gone
all gone" Why, sir, all the storms that
ever trampled with Aeir thunders, all
the shipwrecks, have not been worse than
this to you. Yet you have not been COM
petsly overthrow. Why? Christ says:
IL have that little one in my keeping.
can care for him as well as you can, bet
ter than you can, o bereaved mother"
flushing the tempest. When your prop
erty went away, God said, There are
treasures in heaven in banks that never
break" Jesus hushing the tempest.
There is one storm into which we will
all have to run. The moment when we
let go Of this world and try to take hold
Of the next. we will want all the grace
possible. Yonder | see n Christian soul
rocking on the surges Of death. All the
powers of darkness seem let out against
that soul-the Swrling wave, the thun-
der of the sky, the shrek of the 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 and peaceful; all is well.
BY the flash of the storm you see the
harbor just ahead, and you are making
for that harbor. All shall be well, Jesus
being our pilot.
Into the harbor Of heaven glide;
We're home at last, home at last,
Softly we drift on the bright, silvry tide;
We're home at last.
Glory to God all dangers Ger;
We stand secure the glorifed shorel
Glory to God. Se will shout evermore,
We're home At last.
copyright. 1900 by Louis klopsch.l