Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1900-06-23

star upon which you lean. nearer than
the cup you put to your lip. nearer than
the handkerchief with which you wipe
away your tears. preach him an ever
present. all sympathizlng, compassion-
ate Jesus. How can you stay away
one moment from him with your
griefs? Go now. Go and tell Jesus.
1t is often that our friends have no
power TO relieve us. They would very
much like to do 1t. but they cannot dis
entangle our finances. they cannot cure
our sickness and raise our dead, but
glory be to God that he to whom the
disciples went has all power in heaven
and on earth. and at our call he will
balk our calamitles and at just the
right time, In the presence OF an ap-
plauding earth and resounding heav-
en-, will raise our dead. lie Is mightier
than Herod. He is swifter than the
storm. He Is grander than the sea. He
Is yaster than eternity. And every
sword OF Gods omnipotence will leap
from its scabbard and all the resources
OF lnfnity be exhausted rather than
that Gods child shall not be delivered
when he cries to him for rescue. Sup
pose your child was In trouble. How
much would you endure to get him
out? You would go through any hard
Ship You would say: 81 don't care
what It will cost. | must get him out
of that trouble" Do you think God Is
not so good a father as you? Seeing.
you are n trouble and having all pow
er, will he not stretch out his arm and
deliver you? He will. He Is mighty
to save. He can level the mountain
and divide the sea and can extinguish
the fire and save the SOUL Not dim Of
eye, not weak of arm, not feeble Of re-
sources, but with all eternity and the
universe at his feet Go and tell Jesus.
Will you? Ye whose cheeks are wet
with the night dew Of the grave, ye
who cannot look up. ye whose hearts
are dried with the breath Of sirocco, in
the name Of the religion of Jesus
Christ. which lifts every burden and
wipes away every tear and delivers ev-
cry captive and llghtens every dark
ness, / implore you now go and tell
Jesus.
Trust In the Lord.
A little child went with her father,
sea captain, to sea. and when the first
storm came the little child was very
much frightened and In the night rush.
ed out of the cabin and said, where is
father, where is fatherT Then they
told her, Father is on deck guiding the
vessel and watching the storm" The
little child Immediately returned to her
berth and said, ITS all right, for IA
theirs on deck" o We who are tossed
and driven In this world. up by the
mountains and down by the valleys
and at your Wits ends. want you to
know the Lord God is guiding the
ship. Your Father Is on deck. He will
bring you through the darkness into
the harbor. Trust in the Lord. Go and
tell Jesus.
If you go to him for pardon and SYM
pathy, all Is well. Everything will
brighten up, and Joy will come to the
heart, and sorrow will depart, your
sins will be forgiven. and your foot will
touch the upward path, and the shining
messengers that report above what Is
done here will tell 1t until the great |
arches Of God resound with the glad |
tidings II now with contrtion and full |
trustfulness Of soul you will only go |
and tell Jesus.
But | am oppressed as | think of
those who may not take this counsel |
and may remain unblessed. | cannot |
help asking what will be the destiny of |
these people. Xerxes looked off on his |
army. There were 100000, perhaps
the finest army ever marshaled. Xer-
xes rode along the lines, reviewed
them. came back, stood on some high |
point. looked off upon the 100000 men |
and burst into tears. At that moment, |
when every one supposed he would be |
in the greatest eXultation. he broke |
down in grief. They asked him why
he wept. "Ah." he said. 81 weep at the
thought that so soon all this host will |
he dead" SO think of these vast pop
uIations of immortal men and women
and realize the fact that soon the |
places which know them now will |
know them no more. and they will be |
gone--whther. whittier? There Is a
stirring idea which the poet put In |
very peculiar verse when he said:
'Tis not for man to trine life is brief.
And sin is here;
Our aye is hut the falling Of leaf.
dropping tear.
Not many lives hut only one have we
One. only one
How sacred should that one life ever be-
That narrow span
lcopyright. 1900 by Louis Klopsch.l