The Birmingham age-herald., 1904-09-18
coming for those who will not yield them-


 selves to Christ's love"
 The night. the symbol of calamity? Oh, yes But the night is also here the symbol of gospel triumph for n the quiet of the night l see fathers and mothers and children gather around the family altars for evening prayer. l see great audiences gather in churches to learn of Christ and his love. l see the Christian nurses and Salvation Army girls going forth through the dark al- leys and through the still streets on their missions of mercy. l see ministers and Christian laymen lneeling beside the beds of the sick and the dying. l hear everywhere prayers and hymns arising for the salvation of all men and women and children Everywhere arises the song of Moses and the Lamb" as well as the songs of death and eternal despair. Oh, my friends, in the silence of this night to which great army do you give your allegiance? Are your lips speaking words of prayer or are they uttering words of basphemy? Speak you words pleading for eternal salvation or indiffer- ent and careless words, sinful words which are grieving the Holy Spirit of God? Will you not, with christs help. take Isaiahs night as the harbinger of an eternal day2 Shall not the night of calamity and of earthly struggle and earthly sin for all of Us be followed by the heavenly sunrise and the coming morning of perpetual joy and peace?
 The Storm Past.
 That these words of my text can truly be changed into the lightness of an eter- nal and peaceful day was never more impressed upon me than some years ago when | was going around the world. As | found the opening description of this text not among Syrian hills, but among the "wiIderness of rock" in the London metropolis, so I will find my closing scene not in Jerusalem, but upon the troubled waters of an angry Pacific. For days and weeks we had been treading the quiet paths of the "trackless deep The ocean had heretofore been very kind 10 us It was truly pacific in every way that it's name signified, But then, like some of our old friends, 1t changed. It's heart of Kindness became a heart of hate It seemed to have not the pur- pose to be loving, but only the desire 10 destroy Day in and day out we battled with the tempest. "The worst storm ever knew" said the captain. Many good ships have been foundered In less storms than this" The surface of the sea was a ragged mob of demons. The wind, shrielIing through out rigging, was llkt IL tlOIhS VI i'SA R'''' sN'''b ''N f'- rage.
 After three days of storm l went to my berth and tried 10 sleep. Hour after hour we were wedged in our berths. un- able to sleep. At last in the darkness arose to dress and go upon deck No sooner did step upon the floor than the heaving ship hurled me across the state room, out through the door and clear across the deck I picked myself np bruised and stunned; then 1 looked about me. What was my surprise to find the storm over and the stars out. sailor turned to me and said: Mate, it will soon be clear. We shall soon have q calm sea- The storm is past See wonder star by the edge of the horizon That is the morning star. The sun will soon be up.' Yes as 1 stood there holding to the ships ropes l knew the sea was growing calm. Soon quietly and peacefully the sun arose. The angry waves stopped their batterings; the winds ceased to laugh and yell That afternoon we sailed into the harbor. The morning had come for the end of the tempest. So at last for all those who love Christ the night Is not the emblem of calamity, but Of the morn ing The morning with its heavenly day breaketh-the morning, with It's emblem of eternal peace. Will you not tonight,