Connecticut western news., 1900-06-14

-S s.1 rs=u tnae stnn anu rSns held of the small end of the staff and began to let 1t fall slowly through between the fin ger and the thumb. and he said: "Oh, thou impenitent, thou art falling now falling from life, falling away from peace and heaven. falling as certainly as that cane Is falling through my hand-falling certainly. though per haps falling slowly| And the cane kept on falling through John Living ston's hand. The religious emotion in the audience was overpowering, and men saw type of their doom as the cane kept falling and falling, until the knob of the cane struck MT. Living ston's hand, and he clasped 1t stoutly and said. But the grace of God can stop you as I stopped that cane," and then there was gladness all through the house at the fact of pardon and peace and slvation. "Wen," said the people after the service, T guess you had better send Livingston home. He is making the revival worse." Oh, for gales from heaven to sweep all the continents! The danger of the church of God Is not in revivals-
 One and the Same.
 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 man. But then l find Christ at the prov of the boat; hear him say, Peace. be still" and l see the storm kneeling at his feet and the tempests folding their wings in his presence; he is a God. If I have sor- row and trouble and want sympathy, go and kneel down at the back part of the boat and say: 70 Christ, weary One of Gennesaret, sympathize with all my sorrowl Man of Nazareth Man of the Crossp' A Man, Mani But if want to conquer my spiritual foes, if I want to get the victory over sin, death and hell, I come to the front of the boat, and kneel down, and say, 70 Lord Jesus Christ, thou who didst hush the tempest, hush all my grief, hush all my temptation. hush all my sinp'
 learn once more from this subject that Christ can hush a 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 the storm crouches at his feet. Oh, yes, Christ can hush the tempestl You have had trouble. Perhaps 1t was the little child taken away from you-the sweetest child of the household, the one who asked the most curious ques- tions and stood around you with the greatest fondness, and the spade cut down through your bleeding heart Perhaps 1t was an only son, and your heart has even since been like desc lated castle; the owls of the night hoot- ing among the fallen arches and the crumbling stairways. Or all your prop erty swept away, you said: "I had SC | much bank stock; had so many gov. ernment securities; I had 80 many houses; had so many farms-alI gone all gone." Why, sir, all the storms that ever trampled with their thunders all the shipwrecks. have not been worse than this to you. Yet you have not been completely overthrown- Why | Christ says: q have that little one h my keeping. can care for him as well as you can, better than you can, o be- reaved motherw Flushing the tenn pest. When your property went away. God said, There are treasures in heav- en 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. Wonder see a l 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 shriek of the wind, all seem to unite together. But that soul is no, troubled. There Is no signing, there are no tears; plenty of tears in the room at the departure, but he weeps nc 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 bt well. Jesus being our pilot
 Into the harbor of heaven now we glide; ! We're home at last home at last.
 Softly we drift on the bright. silv'ry tidsi
 We're home at last
 Glory to God. all our dangers o'er;
 We stand secure the gloriHed shorsi
 Glory to God. we will shout eyermore.
 We're home at last.
 Copyright, 1900, by Louis Klopsch.l