Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1900-06-11
LIES STORMY WAY.
ROUGH SAILING WITHOUT CHRIST IN
THE SHIP.

SmOOthS the PATHWAY tOr InoSc
Who Trust In Him, Says the Rev.
DR.. Talmage.
WASHINGTON, June 10.-Dr. Talmage,
who is now in Europe preaching to i'm
menSe congregations in the great cities,
sends this sermon, in which he de-
scribes the rough places of life and in
dicates the best means of getting over
them and shows how many people fail
to understand their best blessings: text,
Mark iv, 80, ''And he arose and rebuk-
ed the wind and said unto the sea,
Peace, be still
Here in Capernaum, the SeaShOre vii
lage, was the temporary home of that
Christ who for the most Of his life was
homeless. On the site Of this village,
now in ruins, and all around this lake
what scenes of kindness and power
and glory and pathOs when our LORD
lived herei l can understand the feel
ing of the immortal ScOtchman, Robert
McCheyne, 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 pierced to save FROM he'll
Oft wandered by thy side.
Graceful around thee the mountains meet.
Thou calm reposing sea.
But ah, 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 &
rounding hills, terraced, sloped, grOved;
so many hanging gardens of beauty.
On the shore were castles, armed tow
ers, Roman baths. everything attract
i've and beautiful-all styles of yegeta-
ton 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 1T hung and swung
from rock and hill and Cle2Hier. RO-
man gentlemen III pleasure boats sail
Ing this lake and countsymen in fishing
smacks coming down to drop their nets
pass each other With ned and shout
and laughter or swinging idly at their
moorings. oh, what a beautiful scenel
Calming the Tempest.
It seems as if we shall have a quiet
night. Not q leaf Quivered in the air,
not Il ripple disturbed the face Of Gen
nesaret. But there seems to be a little
excitement up the beach, and we has
ten to see what it is, and we find it an
embarkatiOn. From the western shore
a fotilla pushing out; not 4 squadron
of deadly armament, nor clipper with
valuable merchandise, nor piratic YES
sells ready 70 destroy everything they
could seize, but fotilla, bearing mes
sengers Of light and life and peace.
Christ is in the stern Of the boat. His
disciples are il the bow and amidships.
Jesus, weary with much speaking to
large muititCdGS, is put into SOmnO-
lence by the rocking of the waves. If
there was any motion at all, the ship
was easily riGhted; if the wind passed
from starboaTd to larbGard, or from
IarbGard to starbOard, the boat would
rock and, by the Gentleness of the mo
ton, putting the Master asleep. And
they eXtempGriZed q pillow made out
of q fsherman's coat. l think no soon
er is Christ PROSTATE and his head
touched the pillow than he is sound
asleep. The DTeezeS of the lake run
their fingers through the locks OF the
worn sleeper, and the boat rises and
falls like sleeping child on the bosom
of q sleeping mother.
Calm night. starry night. beautiful
night! Run uD all the sails. ply all the
oars, and let the large boat and the
small boat glide over gentle Gennesa-
ret. But the sailors say there Is going
to be n change of weather. And even
the passengers can hear the moaning
of the storm rs it comes on with great
stride and ali the terrors of hurricane
and darkness. The large beat trembles
like deer at bay among the cl3ngOr Of
the hounds; great patches of foam are
flung into the air; the sails of the YES
sci loosen and in the strong wind crack
like pistols; the smaller boats, like pet
relS, poise OF the cliffs of the waves
and then plunge. Overheard go cargo,
tackling and masts, and 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 fisher
mans 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 flash of the lightning 1 see the calm
brow of Christ as the spray dropped
from his beard. He has one word for
the sky and another for the waves.
Looking upward, he cries, "Peacew
Looking downward, he says, "Be still!'
The waves fall fat on their faces, the
foam melts. the eXtinguished stars re-
light their torches. The tempest falls