Connecticut western news., 1900-06-14
LIFE'S STORMY WAY.
ROUGH SAILING WITHOUT CHRIST IN
 THE SHIP.

Who Trust In Him, Says the Rev. pr. Talmage.
 WASHINGTON, June 10.-Dr. Talmage, who Is now in Europe preaching to i'm inense congregations in the great cities, sends this sermon, In which he de scrlbes the rough places of life and in- dlcates 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 will 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 here! 1 can understand the feel ing of the immortal Scotchman, Robert McCheyne. when, sitting on the banks of this lake. he wrote:
 It is not that the wild gaxelle
 Comes down to drink thy tide,
 But he that pierced to save from hell
 Oft wandered by thy hde.
 Graceful around thee the mountains meet,
 Thou calm. reposing sea.
 But ah, far more the beautiful feet
 Of Jesus walked OCT thee.
 I 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 scene of great luxuriance; the sur rounding hills. terraced, sioped, groved; so many hanging gardens of beauty. On the shore were castles, armed tow CTS, 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. It 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 oleander. Ro- man gentlemen in pleasure boats sail ing this lake and countrymen in fishing smacks coming down to drop their nets pass each other with nod and shout and laughter or swinging idly at their moorings. Oh. what beautiful scene!
 Calming the Tempest. 1t seems as if we shall have a quiet night. Not leaf quivered in the air. not ripple disturbed the face of Gen. nesaret. But there seems to be little excitement up the beach. and we has ten to see what 1t Is, and we find 1t an authorization. From the western shore fotilla pushing out; not a squadron of deadly armament, nor clipper with valuable merchandise, nor piratic yes sells ready to 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 In the bow and amidships. Jesus, weary with much speaking to large multitudes, 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 starboard to larboard, or from larboard to starboard, the boat would rock and, by the gentleness of the mo- tion. putting the Master asleep. And they extemporized 8 pillow made out of a fsherman's coat. think no soon- CT Is Christ prostrate and his head touched the pillow than he Is sound asleep. The breezes of the lake run their fingers through the locks of the worn sleeper. and the boat rises and of'a sleeping mother.
 Calm night, starry night, beautiful night! Run up 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 isggping to be change of weather. And even the passengers can hear the moaning of the storm as 1t comes on with great stride and all the terrors of hurricane and darkness. The large boat trembles like deer at bay among the clangor of the hounds: great patches of foam are flung into the air; the sails of the yes sel loosen and in the strong wind crack like pistols; the smaller boats, like pet rels, boise on 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 perishT 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 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, "Peacev' Looking downward, he says, "Be stillr The waves fall fiat on their faces, the foam melts, the extinguished stars re light their torches. The tempest falls dead. and Christ stands with his foot or the neck of the storm. And while the sailors are baling out the boats and while they are trying to untangle the cordage the disciples stand in amaze ment, now looking into the calm sea then into the calm sky. then into the calm Saviour's countenance, and they cry out, What manner of man Is this that even the winds and the sea obeJ himY'
 Christ I'm the Ship.
 The subject, in the first place, i'm presses me with the fact that 1t Is very important to have Christ in the ship for all those boats would have gone t, the bottom of Gennesaret If Christ hat not been present. Oh, what a lessor for you and for me to learn! Whatev CT voyage we undertake, into whateve enterprise we start, let us always hav' Christ in the ship. All you can do witt utmost tension of body, mind and sou you are bound to do; but oh, hav' Christ in every enterprise!
 There are men who ask Gods help a the beginning of great enterprises. H has been with them in the past; n' trouble can overthrow them: the storm