Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1913-01-02


one in a vessel
ssaE blowing the broad
seas; and it is
less singular that the machinery of
our existence should cease to oper-
ate, than that it should operate at all
How surprising that one should live
an hour, to say nothing of three score
years and ten!
Strange that harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long
When we thus reflect, it is not to be
wondered If, like David, we some
times put the question as to what we
are waiting for?
Our Experiences Last Year.
Putting the question to ourselves, is
it enough for boys and girls to say
that they are waiting to be men and
women? Or for youths to say that
they are waiting to get start in life
and settle down? Or, for fathers and
mothers to say that they are waiting
to see their children educated and es-
tablished? Or, for others that there
are enterprises to whose success their
presence is still necessary? Are these
contracted carnal things really what
we are waiting for?
Let us ask God the question, as Da-
vid did, and he replies:
l. 1t may be that you are waiting to
be saved, for God is not willing that
any should perish, but that all should
come to repentance and live. How he
has been pleading with some of you
during the past year! Was there no
sermon, no hymn of invitation or warn
ing, no loss of friend by death, no
providential escape from bodily peril
or serious Illness, to remind you of
your mortality, and plead with you to
accept Christ?
2. 1t may be that you are waiting to
bear fruit. BY the grace of God you
are already saved let us suppose. but
for what purpose are you saved? Why
did he not call you to himself at the
moment of your conversion? AS
saint, for what are you waiting? "Ye
have not chosen me-" said Christ, but
l have chosen you, and ordained you
that We shall go and bring forth fruit,
and that your fruit should remain"
John $3.50 Is 1t for this reason you
are waiting here? Is the dresser OF
the vineyard pleading that you be let
alone this year also. that II you bear
fruit 1t shall be well, and If not, then
after that shalt thou be cut down?
The Second Coming Of Christ.
3. 1t may be that you are waiting
for his coming The coming OF our
Lord Jesus Christ. personally and Wis
IDLY, for his saints, has ever been the
hope OF the true church, and blessed
is the man whose heart Is animated
by it Blessed Is he, who like the
mother of Sisera, only with a holier
expectation, is looking out of the win
dow and crying through the lattice:
''why is his chariot so long In coming?
Why tarry the wheels OF his chariot"
oh. blessed be God, that from his
own word tho cheerful announcement
is made "Yet a little while, and he
that shall come, will come, and will
not tarry."
You have seen the luscious fruit
hanging from the bough long after the,
digging and the pruning have been
ended. waiting for the genial sun to
put the, final bloom upon its beauty.
and beget the sweetness and mellow
ness OF completed growth. Something
like this is often true in human life.
and may be true in yours. I'VE all do
fade as the leaf" but the fading OF
some is often illumined by the gran
deur of an autumnal sunset. God
grant this TO be true of you, young and
old, rich and poor, first and last. May
you have Happy New Year" in the
highest and truest sense. Happy Is
the people whose God Is the Lord" Ac-
cept him, serve him, wait for him. II
is only as we stand in such relation
ship to him that. after employing the
psalmist's question, And now Lord,
what wait for?" we can equally apply
the comfort of that which follows it,
and add. my hope Is in thee"
Upheld by hope"-a glorious hope,
AS days and years roll by;
The coming OF our Lord and King
Is surely drawing nigh.
'JTpheld by hope" all toll is sweet
with this glad thought in view,
The Master may appear tonight
To call his servants true.
Upheld by hope" in darkest days
Faith can the light descryi
The deepening glory In the East
Proclaims dellverance nigh!
Upheld by hope" how glad the hearth
My soul is on the wing!
Fen now his hand is on the door.
He comes-my glorious King
e, May Grimes