The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1900-06-15

than Edwards saw IN Northampton!
1 have often heardmy father tell of the
fact that in the early part of the cen
fury there broke out a revival at Som
erville, n. j., and some people were
very much agitated about it. They
said: you are going to bring too
many people into the church at once"
and they sent down to NewBrunswickt to
get John Livingston to stop the revival.
Well, there was no better soul in all
the world than John Livingston. He
went and looked at the revival. They
wanted him to stop it. He stood in the
pulpit on the Lords day and looked
over the solemn auditory. and he said:
'This, brethren, is in reafity stheswork
of God. Beware how you stop it. And
he was an old man. leaning heavily on
his staff-a very old man. And he
lifted that staff and took hold of the
small end of that staff and began to let
it 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 Mr.. Living
ston's hand, and he clasped it stoutly
nj hn na N
stop you as stopped that cane,' and
then there was gladness all through
the house at the fact of pardon and
peace and salvation. Well" said the
people, after the service, Il guess you
had better send Livingson home. He
is making the revival worse" Oh, for
gales from Heaven to sweep all the con-
tinents! The danger of the church o.
God is not in REVEALS.
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 I find Christ at the prov of
| the boat; 1 hear Him say: Peace, be
STILL and see the storm kneeling at
His feet and the tempests folding
their wings in His presence; He is a
God. If L have sorrow and trouble
/. and want sympathy. 1 go and kneel
down at the back part of the boat and
say: 30 Christ, weary One of Gen
nesaret. sympathize with all my sor-
row! Man of Nazareth! Man of the
| Cross!" A Man, Man! But if
want to conquer my spiritual foes, if
I want to get the victory over sin,
death and hell. l come to the front OF
the boat, and kneel down, and say:
80 Lord Jesus Christ. Thou who didst
hush the tempest, hush all my grief
hush all my SIM"
| I learn once more from this subject
that Christ can hush a tempest. 1t
did seem as if everything must go to
ruin. The disciples had given up the
idea of managing the ship; the crew
were entirely demoralized; yet Christ
rises, and the storm crouches at His
feet. Oh, yes; Christ can hush the
tempest! You have had trouble. Per
haps it was the little child taken
away from you-the sweetest child OF
the household, the one who asked the
most curious questions and stood
around you with the greatest fond
ness, and the spade cut down through
your bleeding heart. Perhaps it was
an only son. and your heart has ever
since been like a desolated castle; the
owls of the night hooting among the
fallen arches and crumbling stair
ways. Or all your property swept
| away. YOU said: 81 had so much bank
stock; had SO many government Sc
curities; had so many houses; had
so many farms-all 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: Il have that little one in my
keeping. l can care for him as well
as you can. better than you can, o be-
reaved mother!" flushing the tenn.
pest. When your property went away
God said: There are treasures in
Heaven 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 90 of this world and fry