The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-06-02

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fore us wherein are wonders unfolding
wonders, until we shall come to the eX-
PLANTATION and key, the solvent ana
transmuter Of them all.
Do we stand at this doorway irreve-
rent? Let him trenble who rides these
J winged creatures full of eyes to his sell
| fish profane errands and to carry out
ambitions that clash with Christ's am
/ btion. / declare unto you that to ride
an electric car on an evil mission is just
parallel to using your mothers Bible for
a footstool. / declare that drink OF
clear Water-that sparkling, marvellous
compound, with the potency of eXplo-
sions and poisons, that bene1icent COM
bination of gases which represent in its
abundance and refreshment the gene
/ rosty of Gods nature declare that
drink of that crystal mystery Is as pure
! ly dependence on the Holy Ghost as
any act can be. For we live by the
/ edicts-the dictum of the mouth of God.
Philosophy has learned that the orr
J ganizing power we call life is an un-
| touchabla spirit-a weightles@, VieWless,
indefatigable something. yet with an
energy and wisdom masterful and pro-
found God summons 1t here, He calls
it hence, Tbnk you that He cannot in
stantly cause to hover here the incom-
putable energy of twelve legions of an
| gels? Beware the sweep of that train!
Beware the sin of seeking to separate
/ God from sovereignty over all the world
| in all the ages. Beware the awful folly
OF building up little putty wall to
| keep the mighty God from your gar
! dens
Strength and beauty are in His sane
| tuary.
| Ancients made Vulcan marry Venus
| (homeliest and highest of the gods) to
the most beautiful
| Strength can never be successfully
separated from beauty,
AS the Roman highways of stone, run
ming through the ancient civilized world,
| Were an evident providential prepafa-
| ton for the spread of Christianity, of
which Providence much has properly
been said in church history and in ser
mons on the evidences of Christianity,
so much more are networks Of steel
that now band not merely the civilized
world, but many regions where the
dawn of order is just reddeninR Much
more do the paths of steel leviathans of
the deep become a highway of the Lord.
And, If of old the voice of God came
quietly out of the rolling thunder and
thick darkness of Sinai, what are the
gentle clicks of telegraph Instruments
everywhere, and the far clear call of a
human tone In every hamlet, often in
every house, connecting 1t with the CEN
ter of thought and action-for what |
lra ~, a.
signed? One company adVertises on its
blanks sixty thousand offices for tele-
graphic intelligence! And most of these
offices are in our country alone
II would be strange, lame faith that
should suppose the few Roman military
roads, which after all reached only
great centers We're Gods, for the worn
feet of missionary monks. but that the
flashing whirling, flying conveyances
and channels Of body sense or sound do
not belong to God IT would be a start
ling atheistic theory of development
that supposed the universe war getting
too rapid for the pace Of Jesus Christ.
Are the steeds of the sky rampant be-
yond the control of the wounded Hand?
Does the iron that pierced that hand
forebsSa the victory of mechanics over
life; Of engineering over love; will the
Medusa face of ma .erialisln netrlfy us
all, and transmogrify the face of the
Lord Christ Himself into a groteaque
Old Man of the Mountain? Is He real
ly a curious, accidental formation
whose best use is to break up into spec
linen chips under the biologists ham
mer?
Will II be the ultimate province of
chemistry to dissolve away into unreal
ty the sublime figure that was lifted up
and leave as residue only the iron
nail,
Nay, the iron in touching Him gained
for aye a special quality. / was a cru
cifxion for the iron also. giving it by
that humiliation a heavenly temper.
By that use it becomes holy; wherever
found 1t belongs to the King. The
loom the engine. the rail, the dynamo,
are His pathway, His ramifcations of
power-to thrill under His stride as the |
rail sings to tedd of the coming thunder |
of the train.
If men hung him on tree, then poetic !
justice requires that every tree shall Of
fer its substance for His glory. If they !
conscience will never rest until the age |
of iron becomes electrified in every de- |
partlnent by the spirit He bore
The new rock-hewn tomb that became |
sacred from His presence has imposed |
a mission on every form of stone-a mis-
sion indicating that stone finishes it's
new creation not by prisoning, but by
guarding all that is true and brave and
beautiful.
In India the high fervor Of genera
lions long dead, spurred them to carve
great temples deep into the faces of
cliffs. Those silent corridors,
those hugh proportions those sculp-
tured pilars-the whole of one living
rock wait for the feet of their God!
Like the upper room they wait till He
come Will He come! Do not those
temples portend the stone age carried
to it's spirit development? Stand they
not for our whole round earth, trans=
formed from the prison to the palace
and temple of the King.
The extensive deposits of coal dust
long counted waste. are now blown
through tubes and burned in motion I'M
der marine boilers. The sand, the sod,
the soil we spurn is sure to glow to rise
with incandescent glory for human
blessing, for unto Him are all things.
For what if the Omnipotent One should
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