Decatur Democrat, Volume 43, Number 38, Decatur, Adams County, 30 November 1899 — Page 8

IAY HOLD OF CHRIST. REV. DR. TALMAGE POINTS THE WAY TO SALVATION. Shows the Helpfulness of Religion In FifthtinK Life’i* Battle—Be Bold For the Right and Trust In the Son of God. (Copyright, Louis Klopsch, 1599.] Washington, —ln this discourse Dr. Talmage employs a very bold figure of the Bible to bring out the helpfulness of religion for all those in any kind of struggle. The text is Isaiah xxv. 11. “He shall spread forth his hands in the midst of them, as he that swimmeth spreadeth forth his hands.” In the summer season multitudes of people wade into the ponds and lakes and rivers and seas to dive or Hoat or swim. In a world the most of which is water all men and women should learn to swim. Some of you have learned the side stroke introduced by George Pewters In 1850, each stroke of that kind carrying the swimmer a distance of six feet, and some of you may use the overhand stroke invented by Gardener. the expert who by it won the 500 yard championship in Manchester in 1862. the swimmer by that stroke carrying his arm in the air for a more lengthened reach, and some of yon may tread the water as though you had been made to walk the sea, but most of you usually take what is called the breast stroke, placing the bands with the backs upward, about five inches under the water, the inside of the wrists touching the breast, then pushing the arms forward coincident with the stroke of the feet struck out to the greatest width possible, and you thus unconsciously illustrate the meaning of my text. “He shall spread forth his hands in the midst of them, as he that swimmetb spreadeth forth his hands to swim.” The fisherman seeks out unfrequented nooks. You stand all day on the bank of a river in the broiling sun and fling out your line and catch nothing, while an expert angler breaks through the jungle and goes by the shadow of the solitary rock and. in a place where no fisherman has been for ten years, throws out his line and comes home at night, his face shining and his basket full. I do not know why we ministers of the gospel need always be fishing in the same stream and preaching from the same texts that other people preach from. I cannot understand the policy of the minister who in Blackfriars, London, England, every week for 30 years preached from the Epistle to the Hebrews. It is an exhilaration to me when I come across a theme which I feel no one else has treated, and my text is one of that kind. There are paths in God’s word that are well beaten by Christian feet. When men want to quote Scripture, they quote the old passages that every one has beard. When they want a chapter read, they read a chapter that all the other people have been reading, so that the church today is ignorant of three-fourths of the Bible. P->sh Down Iniqoity. You go into the Louvre at Paris. You confine yourself to one corridor of that opulent gallery of paintings. As you come out your friend says to you, “Did you see that Rembrandt?” “No.” “Did you see That Rubens?” “No.” “Did you see that Titian?” "No.” "Did you see that Raphael?" “No." “Well.” says your friend, “then you did not see the Louvre." Now, my friends. I think we are too much apt to confine ourselves to one of the great corridors of Scripture truth, and so much so that there is not one person out of a million who has ever noticed the all suggestive and powerful picture in the words of my text. This text represents God as a strong swimmer, striking out to push down iniquity and save the souls of men. “He shall spread forth his hands in the midst of them, as he that swimmeth spreadeth forth bis hands to swim.” The figure is bold and many sided. Most of you know how to swim. Some of you learned it in the city school, where this art is taught: some of you in boyhood, in the river near your father's house; some of you. since you came to manhood or womanhood, while summering on the beach of the sea. it is a good thing to know how to swim, not only for yourself, but because you will after awhile perhaps hare to help others. I do not know anything more stirring or sublime than to see some man like Norman McKenzie leaping from the ship Madras into the sea to save Charles Turner, who bad dropped from the royal yard while trying to loosen the sail, bringing him back to the deck amid the huzzas of the passengers and crew. If a man has not enthusiasm enough to cheer in such circumstances, he deserves himself to drop into the sea and have no one help him. The Royal Humane Society of England was established in 1774. its object to applaud and reward those who should pluck up life from the deep. Any one who has performed such a deed of daring has all the particulars of that bravery recorded in a public record and on his breast a medal done in blue and gold and bronze, anchor and monogram and inscription, telling to future generations the bravery of the man or woman who saved some one from drowning. But if it is such a worthything to save a body from the deep I ask you If it is not a worthier thing to save an Immortal soul. And you shall see this hour the Son of God step forth for this achievement. “He shall spread forth his bands in the midst of them, as Ik- that swimmetb spreadeth forth his hands to swim.” Most Baleful Word. tn order to understand the full force of this figure, you need to realize that our race is in a sinking condition. You sometimes hear people talking of what they consider the most beautiful words

In our language. One man says It Is “home.” another man says it Is the word “mother.” another says it is the word “Jesus,” but I tell you the bitterest word in all our language, the word most angry and baleful, the word saturated with the most trouble, the word that accounts for all the loathsomeness and the pang and the outrage and the harrowing, and that word is “sin.” You spell it with three letters, and yet those three letters describe the circumference and pierce the diameter of everything bad in the universe. Sin Is a sibilant word. You cannot pronounce it without giving the siss of the tlame or the hiss of the serpent. Sin! And then if you add three letters to that word it describes every one of us by nature—sinner. We have outraged the law of God, not occasionally, or now and then, but perpetually. The Bible declares it. Hark! It thunders two claps: “The heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked.” “The soul that sinneth, it shall die.” What the Bible says our own conscience affirms.

After Judge Morgan had sentenced Lady Jane Grey to death his conscience troubled him so much for the deed that he became insane, and all through his insanity be kept saying: "Take her! away from me! Lady Jane Grey! Take: her away! Lady Jane Grey!” It was I the voice of conscience. And no man ever does anything wrong, however great or small, but his conscience brings that matter before him, and at every step of his misbehavior it says, “Wrong, wrong!” Sin Is a leprosy; sin is a paralysis; sin is a consumption; sin is pollution: sin is death. Give it a fair chance, and it will swamp you and me, body, mind and soul, forever. In this world it only gives a faint intimation of its virulence. You see a patient in the first stages of typhoid fever. The cheek is somewhat flushed, the bands somewhat hot, preceded by a slight chill. “Why,” you say, "typhoid fever does not seem to be much of a disease.” But wait until the patient has been six weeks under it, and all his energies have been wrung out, and he is too weak to lift his little finger, and his intellect gone, then you . see the full havoc of the disease. Now, ‘ sin in this world is an ailment which ' is only in its first stages, but let it get under full sway, and it is an all con- , suming typhoid. Oh, if we could see our unpardoned sins as God sees them, our teeth would chatter and our knees would knock together, and our respiration would be choked, and our heart would break. If your sins are unforgiven, they are bearing down on you. and you are sinking—sinking away from happiness, sinking away from God. sinking away from everything that is good and blessed. High Water Mark. Then what do we want? A swimmer—a strong swimmer, a swift swimmer! And, blessed be God, in my text we have him announced. “He shall spread forth his hands in the midst of them, as be that swimmeth stretcheth forth his hands to swim.” You have noticed that when a swimmer goes tc rescue any one he puts off his heavy apparel. He must net have any such impediment about him if he is going to do this great deed. And when Christ stepped forth to save us he shook off the sandals of heaven, and his feet were free, and then be stepped down into the wave of our transgressions, and it came up over his wounded feet, and it came above the spear stab in his side —aye, it dashed to the lacerated temple, the high water mark of anguisn. Then, rising above the flood. “He stretched forth his hands in the midst of them, as he that swimmetb spreadeth forth his hands to swim.” If you have ever watched a swimmer, you notice that his whole body is brought into play. The arms are flexed. the hands drive the water back, the knees are active, the head is thrown back to escape strangulation, the whole body is in propulsion. And when Christ sprang into the deep tc save us he threw his entire nature intc it—all his godhead, his omniscience, his goodness, his love, his omnipotence, head, heart, eyes, bands, feet. Wf were far out on the sea and so deep down in the waves and so far out from the shore that nothing short of an entire God could save us. Christ leaped out for our rescue, saying. “Lo, 1 come to do thy will!" and all the surges oi human and satanic hate beat against him. and those who watched him from the gates of heaven feared he would go down under the waves and instead of saving others would himself perish but. putting his breast to the foam and shaking the surf from his locks, he came on and on until he is now within the reach of every one here, eye omniscient. heart infinite, arm omnipotent. mighty to save, even unto the uttermost. Oh. it was not half a God that trampled down bellowing Gennesaret: it was not a quarter of a God that mastered the demons of Gadara; it was not two-thirds of a God that lifted up Lazarus into the arms of his overjoyed sisters; it was not a fragment of a God who offered pardon and peace to all the race. No. This mighty swimmet threw his grandeur, bis glory, his might, bis wisdom, his omnipotence and his eternity into this one act. It took both hands of God to save us—both feet. How do I prove it? On the cross were not both hands nailed? Or the cross were not both feet spiked'. His entire nature involved in our redemption! Jeans Alone. If you have lived much by the water. you notice also that if any one is going out to the rescue of the drowning he must be independent, self reliant, able to go alone. There may be a time when lie must spring out tc save one. and he cannot get a lifeboat and If he goes out and lias not strength enough to bear himself up and beai another up he will sink, and instead ol dragging one corpse out of the billows you will have two to drag out. Whet

Christ sprang out Into the sea to deliver us, he had no life buoy. His Father did not help him. Alone in the wine press, aloue in the pang, alone in the darkness, alone on the mountain, alone in the sea! Oh, If he saves us he shall have all the credit, for “there was none to help,” no oar. no wing, no ladder! When Nathaniel Lyon fell in the battle charge in front of his troops, he had a whole army to cheer him. When Marshal Ney sprang into the contest and plunged in the spurs till the horse's flanks spurted blood, all France applauded him. But Jesus alone! “Os the people there was none to help.” "All forsook him and fled.” Oh, it was not a flotilla that sailed down and saved us. It was not a cluster of gondolas that came over the wave. It was one person, independent and alone, "spreading out his hands among us as a swimmer spreadeth forth his bands to swim!” Behold, then, the spectacle of a

drowning soul and Christ the swimmer! I believe it was in 1848 when there were six English soldiers of the Fifth fusileers who were hanging to a capsized boat —a boat that had been upset by a squall three miles from shore. It was in the night, but one man swam mightily for the beach, guided by the dark mountains that lifted their top through the night. He came to the beach. He found a shoreman that consented to go with him and save the other men. and they put out. It was some time before they could find the place where the men were, but after awhile they heard their cry. “Help, help!" and they bore down to them, and they saved them and brought them to shore. Oh, that this moment our cry might be lifted long, loud and shrill till Christ, the swimmer, shall come and take us lest we drop a thousand fathoms under! The Gospel Urgent. If you have been much by the water, you know very well that when one is in peril help must come very quickly, or it will be of no use. One minute may decide everything. Immediate help the man wants or no help at all. Now. that is just the kind of relief we want. The case is urgent, imminent, instantaneous. See that soul sinking! Son of God, lay hold of him. Be quick, be quick! Oh. I wish you all understood how urgent this gospel is. There was a man in the navy at sea who had been severely whipped for bad behavior, and he was maddened by it and leaped into the sea, and no sooner had he leaped into the sea than, quick as lightning, an albatross swooped upon him. The drowning man. brought to his senses, seized hold of the albatross ami held on. The fluttering of the bird kept him on the wave until relief could come. Would now that the dove of God's convicting. converting and saving spirit might | flash from the throne upon your soul i and that you. taking bold of its potent wing, might live and live forever. The world has had strong swimmers besides the one of the text, perhaps the greatest among them Matthew Webb of the British mercantile marine service. He leaped from the deck of the Russia, the Cunard steamer, to save the life of a sailor who had fallen overboard. No wonder the passengers subscribed for him a large reward and the Royal Humane Society of London deeorated him with honors. A mighty swimmer was he, by the strength of his own arm and foot pushing through the waters from Blackwall pier to Gravesend pier, 18 miles, and from Dover to Calais, 39 miles, where he crossed, yet he was drowned at last in our Niagara’s whirlpool. But the strong swimmer of my text put out alone to swim a wrathier sea and for vaster listance, even from world to world,, to save us who were swamped in guilt and woe, and brought us to the shore of safety, although he at last went down into the whirlpool of human and satanic rage. “He descended into hell!” Not a New Invention. New modes have been invented for rescuing a drowning body, but there has been no new Invention for rescuing a drowning soul. In 1755 Lionel Lukin, a London coach builder, fitted up a Norway yawl as a lifeboat and called it the Insubmergible, and that Las been improved upon until from all the coasts of the round world perfect lifeboats are ready to put out for the relief of marine disasters. In 16 years the French Society For Saving Life From Shipwreck, by their lifeboats and gun apparatus saved 2.129 lives. The German Association For the Rescue of Life From Shipwreck, the Royal National Lifeboat institution and our United States life saving service have done a work beyond the power of statistics to commemorate. What rocket lines and sling life buoys and tally boards and mortars and hammocks and cork mattresses and life saving stations filled with machinery for saving the bodies of the drowning! But let me here and now make it plain that there has been no new way invented for the moral and eternal rescue of a struggling soul. Five hundred attempts at such contrivance have been made, but al! of them dead failures. Hear It! “There is none other name under heaven given among men whereby we must be saved” than the name j of Jesus. The mighty swimmer of my text comes down off the beach of heaven and through the breakers, comes buffeted and bruised, and, reddening the waves from his own lacerations, he cries: "Lay hold of my arm! Put your head on my shoulder! Hear the beating of my loving heart! Be ye saved, for I am God. and there is no other!”

I want to persuade you to lay bold of this strong swimmer. “No.” you say; “it is always disastrous for a drowning man to lay hold of a swimmer.” There is not a river or lake but has a calamity resultant from the fact that when a strong swimmer went out to save a sinking man the drowning man clutched him. threw his arms around him. pinioned his arms, and they beth went down together. When

you are saving a man in the water, you do not want to come up by his face You want to come up by his back. You do not want him to bold you while you take hold of him. But, 'blessed be God. Jesus Christ is so strong a swimmer he comes not to our back, but to our face, and be asks us to throw around him the arms of our love and then promises to take us to the beach, and lie will do it. Do not trust that plank of good works. Do not trust that shivered spar of your own righteousness. Christ only can give you safe transportation. Turn your face upon him, as the dying martyr did in olden times when he cried out: “None but Christ! None but Christ!" Jesus has taken millions to the land, | and be is willing to take you there. Oh, what hardness to thrust him back when he has been swimming all the way from the throne of God. where you are now, and is ready to swim all the way back again, taking your redeemed spirit! Don't Struggle. I have sometimes thought what a spectacle the ocean bed will present when in the last day the water is all drawn off. It will be a line of wrecks from beach to beach. There is where the harpooners went down. There is where the line of battle ships went down. There is where the merchantmen went down. There is where the steamers went down, a long line of wrecks from beach to beach. M hat a spectacle in the last day, when the water is drawn off! But, oh. how much more solemn if we had an eye to see the spiritual wrecks and the places where they foundered! Yon would find thousands along our roads | and streets. Christ came down in their awful catastrophe, putting out for their souls, “spreading forth his hands as a .swimmer spreadeth forth his hands to swim,” but they thrust him in the sore heart, and they smote his fair cheek, and the storm and darkness swallowed them up. I ask you to lay hold of this Christ and lay hold of him now. You will sink without him. From horizon to horizon not one sail in sight, only one strong swimmer, with head flung back and arms outspread.

I hear many saying: “Well, I would like to be a Christian. I am going to work to become a Christian.” My brother, you begin wrong. When a man is drowning and a strong swimmer comes out to help him, he says to him: “Now, be quiet. Put your arm on my arm or on my shoulder, but don’t struggle, don’t try to help yourself, and I'll take you ashore. The more you struggle and the more you try to help yourself the more you impede me. Now, be quiet, and I'll take you ashore.” When Christ, the strong swimmer, comes out to save a soul, the sinner says: “That’s right. I am glad to see Christ, and I am going to help him in the work of my redemption. I am going to pray more, and that will help him. and 1 am going to weep extravagantly over my sins, and that will help him.” No; it will not. Stop your doing. Christ will do all or none. You cannot lift an ounce, you cannot move an inch, in this matter cf your redemption. • Lay Hold of Christ. This is the difficulty which keeps thousands of souls out of the kingdom of heaven. It is because they cannot consent to let Jesus Christ begin and complete the work of their redemption. “Why,” you say, “then is there nothing for me to do?” Only one thing have you to do, and that is to lay hold of Christ and let him achieve your salvation and achieve it aIL I do not know whether I make the matter plain or not. I simply want to show you that a man cannot save himself. but that the Almighty Son of God can do it and will do it if you ask him. Oh, fling your two arms, the arm of your trust and the arm of your love, around this omnipotent swimmer of the cross! “Have you ever stood by and seen some one under process of resuscitation after long submergence? The strong swimmer has put him on the beach after a struggle in the waters. To excite breathing in the almost lifeless body what manipulation, what friction of the cold limbs, what artificial movement of the lungs, what breath of the rescuer blown into the mouth of the rescued! And when breathing begins, and after awhile the slight respiration becomes the deep sigh, and the eyes open, and the blue lips take on a smile, what rejoicing, what clapping of hands all up and down the beach, what congratulation for the strong swimmer and for all who helped in the restoration, what shouting of “He lives, be lives!” Like this is the gladness when a soul that has been submerged in sin and sorrow is “coming to.” What desire on the part of all to help, and, when under the breath of God and under the manipulation by the wounded hands of Christ, the life eternal of the soul begins to show itself, all through the ranks of spectators, terrestrial and celestial, goes the cry: “He lives! Rejoice, for the dead is alive again!” May the living Christ this moment put out for your rescue, “spreading Ms hands in the midst of you, as a swimmer spreadeth bis hands to swim!” The Conversion of China. William Elliott Griffis, a writer on Chinese matters, says: “If Chrlstiar missions in China advance in the next 35 years In the same ratio as in the past 35 years, there will be at the ent of that time 26,000,000 of communicants and a Christian community ol 100.000,000 people, one-fourth of tht Chinese nation.” A Lon Service. In remote parts of Scotland the olc Covenanters’ love for long services or the bare billside still lingers. At Ding wall a recent communion service in the open air lasted from 10 a. m. until 4 p m. without exhausting the staying pow er of the congregation.

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