The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1900-06-20
DR.. TALMAGE DESCRIBES
The Rough Places in Hun'"'' ~
perience and indicates 'hs
Best Means Of Getsing
Over Than.

people fall to UlceT>lanU l"V''
blessings; text, Mark ", 80 A20 IL
arose and rebukod the wind ''"' sA'u
unto the sea, Peace, be stlA.
Here in Cspernauw, tho seashore VII
lace was the temporary home OF that
Christ who for the most Of his life was
homeless. On the site Of this village,
row in ruins, and all around this lake
what scenes Of kindness and power aoo
elory and psthos when our Lord lived
Rerel can understand the feeling OF
the immortal Scotchscan, Robert Nc,
Cbeyne, when, sitting on the banks OF
this lake, he wrote:
1t is not that the wild gazelle
Comes down to drink thy tide,
But he that was pierced to save from
hell
Oft wandered by thy side.
Graceful around thee the mountains
meet,
Thou calm, reposing sea.
But, sh, far more the beautiful! feet
Of Jesus walked Ger thee.
can easily understand from the con-
tour of the country that bounds this
lake that storms were easily tempted to
make these waters their playground.
This lake, in Christ's time, lay IN a
scene Of great luxuriance; the surround
ing hills, terraced, sloped. groved; so
many hanging gardens Of beauty. On
the shore were castles, armed towers,
Roman baths, everything attractlye and
bestitul-al' styles Of vegetation IN
smaller space than in almost any other
space in the world, from the palm tree
of the forest to the trees of rigorous
climate. 1t seemed as if the Lord had
launched one wave Of beauty on all the
scene and it hung and swung from rock
and hill and oleander. Roman gentle
men in pleasure boats sailing this lake
and countrymen in fishing smacks COM
ing down to drop therir nets pass each
other with nod and sholt and laughter
or swinging idly at their moorings. On,
what beautiful scenel
It seems as if We shall have quiet
night. Not leaf euivered in the air,
not ripple disturbed the face of Gen
nesaret. But there seems to be lit
tie excitement up the beach, and We
hasten to see whasit is, and we find It
an embarkation. From the western
shore fotilla pushing out: not a
squadron of deadly armament, nor clip
per with valuable merchandise, nor
pizatic vessels ready to destroy every
thing they could seize, but fotllia,
messengers of light and life and peace.
Christ is in the stern Of the boat. His
disciples are in the bow and amldshlp5.
Jesus, weary with much speaking to
large multitudes, is put into Sounolence
by the rocking of the waves. II there
was any motion at all, the ship was
easily righted; if the EiBd PASSED from
starboard to lsrboard, or from larboard
to starboard, the boat would rock aud,
by the gentleness OF the motion, put
ting the Master asleep And they ex-
temporized pillow made out Of a fisher,
mans ceat. l think no sooner Is
Christ prostrate and his head touched
the pillow than he is sound asleep.
The breezes of the lake run their 6n-
gers through the locks Of the worn
sleeper, and the boat rises and falls like
sleeping child on the bosom Of sleep
ing mother.
Calm night, starry night, beautiful
night Rush up all the sails, ply all the
oars, and let the large boat and the
small bca; glide over gentle Gen
nesaret. But the sailors say there is
going to be change Of weather And
even the passengers caa hear the moan
ing of the storm as it Genes on with
great stride and ali tie ioIrrr1 IF hurTl-
cane and darkness. The large ba.:
trembles like deer at bay amyus t"e
clangor of the hounds; great patches vt
foam are flung ;nto the air; the sails Of
the vessel loosen and in the strong wind
crack like pistols; the smaller boats,
like petrels, poise on the cliffs Of the
waves and then plunge. Overheard go
cargo, tackliDg and masts, ard the
drenched disciples rush into the back
part of the boat and lay hold Of Christ
and say unto him, Master, carest thou
not that We perish?'
That great parsonage lifts his head
from the pillow Of the 6sherman's coat;
walks to the front Of the vessel and
looks out into the storm. All around
him are the smaller boats, driven in the
tempest and through it comes the cry OF
drowning men. By the fash Of the light
ming see the calm brow Of Christ as The
spray dropped from his beard. He has
one word for the sky and another Tor
the waves. Looking upward, he cries,
Peace Looking downward, he says,
''Be stillw. The waves fall fat on
their faces, the foam melts, the ex-
tilguished stars reli ght their torches.
The tempest falls dead, and Christ
stands with his foot on the neck Of the
storm. And while the sailors are bail
ing out the boats and while they are
trying to untangle the cordsge the dis
ciples stand in amazement, now look
ing into the calm sea, then into the calm
sky, then into the calm Saviour's coun
tenance, and they cry out, What man
ner Of man is this, that even the winds
and the sea obey him?"
The subject, IN the first place, i'm
presses me with the fact that it is very
important to have Christ in the ship:
for all those boats would have gone to
the bottom of Gennesaret if Christ had
not been present. Oh, what a lesson
for you and for me to learn What
ever voyage ne undertake, into what
ever enterprise We start, let US always
have Christ in the ship. All you can
do with utmost tension of body, mind
and soul you are bound to do; but, oh,
have Christ in every enterprise!
But my subject also impresses ne
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