Nappanee Advance-News, Volume 16, Number 32, Nappanee, Elkhart County, 24 October 1894 — Page 3
“ OCTOBER THOUGHTS ” ftev. Dr. Talmage Draws a Lesson From the Wisdom of feirds. Unerring Instinct Thej Present Tsl* nable Lessons to Man—They Mingle Music With Their Work Or in Their Flight. The fdllowinfr sermon by Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage on “October Thoughts” was selected as appropriate for publication this week. It is based on the text? The stork In the heaven knoweth her appointed time; and the the crane and the swallow observe the time of their coming; but my people know not the judgment of the Lord.—Jeremiah viil., 7. When God would set fast a beautiful thought, He plants it in a tree. When He would put it afloat, lie fashions it into a fish. Wien He would have it glide the air, He molds it into a bird. My text speaks of four birds of beautiful instinct —the stork, of such strong affection that it is allowed familiarly to come, in Holland and Germany, and build its nest over the doorway; the sweet-dispositioned turtledove, mingling in color white, and black, and brown, and ashen, and chestnut; the crane, with voice like the clang of a trumpet; the swallow, swift as a dart shot out of the bow of Heaven, falling, mounting, skimming, sailing—four birds started by the Prophet twentyfive centuries ago, yet flying on through the ages, with rousing truth under glossy wing and in the clutch of stout claw. I suppose it may have been this very season 61 the year—autumn—and the prophet out of doors, thinking of the impenitence of the people of his day, hears a great cry overhead. Now, you know it is no easy thing for one with ordinary delicacy of eyesight to look into the deep blue of noonday heaven; hut the prophet looks np, and there are flocks of storks, and turtle doves, and cranes and swallows, drawn out in long lines for flight southward. As is their habit, the cranes had arranged themselves in two lines, making an angle, a wedge splitting the air with wild velocity, the old crane, with commanding call, bidding them onward; while the towns, and the cities, and the continents slid under them. The prophet, almost blinded from looking into the dazzling heavens, stoops down and/begins to think how much superior the birds are in sagacity about their safety than men about theirs; and he puts his hand upon the pen, and begins to write: “The stork in the heaven knoweth her appointed times; and the turtle and the crane and the swallow observe the time of their coming; but iny people know not the judgment of the Lord.” If you were in the field to-day, in the clump of trees at the corner of the field, you would see a convention of birds, noisy as the American congress the last night before ad journment, or as the English parliament when some unfortunate member proposes more economy in the queen's household—a convention of birds all talking at once, moving and passing resolutions on the subject of migration, some proposing to go to-morrow, some moving that they go to-day, but all unanimous in
the fact that they must go soon, for they have inarching orders from the Lord written on the first white sheet of the frost, and in the pictoral of the changing leaves. There is not a belted kingfisher, or a chaffinch, or a fire-crested wren, or a plover, or a red-legged partridge hut expects to spend the winter at the south, for the apartments have already been ordered for them in South America, or in Africa; and, after thousands of miles of flight, they will stop in the very tree where tl\ey spent last January. Farewell, bright plumage! Until spring weather, away! Fly on, great band of heavenly musicians! Strew the continents with music, and whether from Ceylon Isle or Carolinian swamps, or Brazilian: groves,-men see your wings, or hear your voice, may they yet bethink themselves of the solemn words of the text: “The stork in the Heaven knoweth her appointed times; and the turtle and the crane and the swallow observe the time of their coming; but my people know not the judgment of the Lord.” I propose, so far as God may help me, in this sermon, carrying out the idea of the text, to show that the birds of the air have more sagacity than men. And I begin by particularizing and that they mingle music with their work. The most serious undertaking of a bird's life is this annual flight southward. Naturalists tell us that they arrive thin and weary, and plumage ruffled, and yet they go singing all thy way; the ground, the lower line of the music, the sky, the upper line of the music, themselves the notes scattered up and down between. I suppose their song gives elasticity to their wing, and helps on with the journey, dwindling a thousand miles into four hundred. Would God that -we were as wise as they in mingling Christian song with our every-day work! I believe there is such a thing as taking the pitch of Christian devotion in the morning, and keeping it all the day. I think we might take some of the dullest, heaviest. most disagreeable work of our life, and set It to the tune of “Antioch” or “Mount Pisgah.” It is a good sign when you hear a man whistle. It is a better sign when you hear him hum a roundelay. It is a still better sign when you hear him sing the words of Isaac Watts or Charles Wesley. A violin cliorded and strung, if something accidentally strikes it, makes music, and I suppose there is such a thing as having our hearts so attuned by Divine grace that even the rough collisions of life will make a heavenly vibration. I do not believe that the power of Christian song has yet been fully tried. I believe that if you could roll the “Old Hundred” doxology through the streets it would put an end to any panic! I believe that the discords, and the sorrows, and the sins of the world are to be swept out by heavenborn hallelujolis. Someone asked Haydn, the celebrated musician, why
he always composed such cheerful music. “Why,” he said, “I can’t do otherwise, When I think of God my soul is so full of joy that the notes leap and dance from my pen.” I wish we might all exult melodiously before the Lord. With God for our Father, and Christ for onr Saviour, and Heaven for our home, and angels for future companions, and eternity for a lifetime, we sjiould strike all the notes of joy. Going though the wilderness of this world, let us remember that we are on the way to the summery clime of Heaven. and from migratory populations flying through this amtumnal air learn always to keep singing. Children of the heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour’s worthy praise, Glorious In HIS works and ways. Ye are traveling home to God; In the way your fathers trod; They are happy now. and we Soon their happiness shall see.
The Qhurch of God never will be a triumphant church until it becomes a singing church. I go further, and remark that the birds of the air are wiser than we, in the fact that in their migration they fly very high. During the summer, when they are in the fields, they often come within reach of the gun; but when they start for the annual flight southward they take their places midheaven and go straight as a mark. The longest rifle that was ever brought to shoulder could not reach them. Would to God that we were as wise as the stork and crane in their flight heavenward! We fly so low that we are within eausy range of the world, the flesh and the devil. —We are brought down by temptations that ought not to come within a mile of reaching us. Oh, for some of the faith of George Muller, of England, and Alfred Coqkman, once of the church militant, now of the church triumphant! So poor is the type of piety in the church of God now that men actually caricature the idea that there is any such thing as a higher life. Moles never did believe in eagles. Hut, mv brethren, because we have not reached these heights ourselves shall we deride the fact that there are any such heights? A man was once talking to Brunei, the famous engineer, about the length of the railroad from London to Bristol. The engineer said: “It is not very great. We shall havej after awhile, a steamer running from London to New York.” They laughed him to scorn; but we have gopEi so far now that we have ceased to laugh at anything impossible for human achievement. Then, I ask, is anything impossible for the Lord? I do not believe that God exhausted all His grace in Haul, and Latimer and Edward J’ayson. I believe there are higher points of Christian attainment to be reached in the future ages of the Christian world. You tell me that Paul went up to the tiptop of the Alps of Christian attainment. Then I tell you that the stork and crane have found above the Alps plenty of room for free flying. We go out and we conquer our temptations by the grace of God and lie down. On the morrow those to inpta ti<>n v t hemsel ves and attack us, and by the grace of God we defeat them again; but, staying all the time in the old encampment, we have the same old battles to fight over. Why not whip out our temptations, and then. forward march, making one raid through the enemy's country, stopping not until we break ranks after the last victory. Do, my bretliern, let us have some novelty of combat, at any rate, by changing, by going on, by making advancement, trading off our stale prayers about sins we ought to have quit long ago, going on toward a higher state of Christian character, and routing our sins that we have never thought of yet. The fact is, if the church of God—if we, as individuals, made rapid advancement in the Christian life, these stereotyed prayers we have .been making for ten or ypn— would he inappropriate to us as the shoes, ancT the hats, and the coats we wore ten or fifteen years ago. Oh, for a higher flight in the Christian life, the stork and the crane in their migration teaching us the lesson!
Dear Lord, and shall we ever live, At this poor dying rate— Our love so faint, so cold to Thee. And Thine to us so great? Again, I remark, that the birds of the air are wiser than we, because they know when to start. If you should go out now and shout: “Stop storks and cranes, don’t be in a hurry!” they would rfay: “No, we can not stop; last night we heard the roaring in the woods bidding us away, and the shrill flute of the north wind has sounded the retreat. We must go. We must go.” So they gather themselves into companies, and turning not aside for storm or mountaintop, or shock of musketry, over land and sea, straight as an arrow to the mark they go. And if you come out this morning with sack of corn and throw it in the fields and try to get them to stop, they are so far up they would hardly see it. They are on their way to the south/ You could not stop them. Oh, that we were as wise about the best time toy-start for God and Heaven! We sayv "Wait until it is a little later in the.,season of mercy. Wait until some of these green leaves of hope are all dried up and have been scattered. Wait until next year.” After awhile w 6 start, and Itis too late, and we perish in the way when God’s wrath is kindled but a little. There arc, you know, exceptional cases, where birds have started too late, and in the morning you have found them dead on the snow. And there are those who have perished halfway between the world and/ Christ. They waited until the last sickness, when the mind Is gone, or they were on' the express train going at forty miles an hour, and they caine to the bridge and the “draw was upland they went down. How long to repent and pray? Two seconds! To do the work of a lifetime and to prepare for the vast eternity in two seconds! I was reading of an entertainment given In a king's court, and there were musicians there with
elaborate pieces of mnsic. After awhile Mozart came and began to play, and he had a blank piece of paper before him, and the king familiarly looked over his shoulder and said: “What are you playing? I see no music before you.” And Mozart put his hand on his brow, as to say: “I am improvising.” It was very well for him, bnt oh, my friends, we can not extemporize for Heaven. If we do not get prepared in this world, we will never take part in the orchestral harmonies of the saved. Oh, that we were as wise as the crane and the stork, flying away, flying away from the tempest! Some of you have felt the pinching frost of sin. You feel it to-day. You are not happy. I look into yonr faces, and I know you are not happy. There are voices within your soul that will not be silenced, telling you that you are sinners, and that without the pardon of God you are undone forever. What are you going to do, my friends, with the accumulated transgressions of a lifetime! Will you stand still and let the avalanche tumble over you? Oh, that you would go away into the warm heart of God's mercy. The southern grove, redolent with magnolia apd cactus, never waited for northern flocks, as God has waited for you, saying: “I have loved thee with an everlasting love. Come unto me, all ye who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” Another frost is bidding you away—it is the frost of sorrow. Where doyou live now? “Oh,” you say: “1 have moved;’’ Why did you move? You say: “I have moved.” Why did you move? You say: “I don’t want as large a house now as formerly.” Why doyou not want as large a house? You say: “My family is not so large.” Where have they gone to? Eternity! Your mind goes back through that last sickness and through the almost supernatural effort to keep life, and through these prayers that seemed unavailing, and through that kiss which received no response, because the lips were lifeless, arid I hear the bells tolling and ' I hear tjia*' hearts breaking—while I speak, I hear them break. A heart! Another heart! Alone! Alone! Alone! The world, which in your girlhood and boyhood was sunshine, is cold now, and oh! weary dove, you fly around this world as though you would like to stay, when the wind and the frost and the blackening clouds would bid you away into the heart of an allcomforting God. Oh, I have noticed again and again what a botch this world makes of it when it tries to comfort a soul in trouble! It says: “Don’t cry!” How can we help crying when the heart's treasures are scattered, and father is gone, and mother is gone, and companions are gone, and the child Is gone, and everything seems gone. His no comfort to tell a man not to cry. The world comes up and says: “Oh, it is only the body of your loved one that you have pitt into the ground!” Hut there is no comfort in that. That body is precious. Shall we never put our hand in that hand again, and shall we never see that sweet face again? Away with your heartlessness, oh, world! Hut come, Jesus! and tell us that when the tears fall they fall into God's bottle; that the dear bodies of our loved ones shall rise radiant in the resurrection; and all the breakings down here .shall be listings up there, and they shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more, neither shall the sun light on on,them nor aiiy heat, for the Lamb, which is in the midst of the throne, shall lead them to living fountains of water, and God shall wipe all the fears from their eyes.”
You may have noticed that when the chaflineh or the stork or the crane starts on its migration, its calls all those of its kind to come too. The tree-tops are full of chirp and whistle and carol and the long roll-call. The bird does not start oil alone. It gathers all of its kind.. Oh, that you might be as. wfec in,, thi-. , nvgnir.tion to Heaven, and that you might gather all your families and your friends witn you! T would that Hannah might take Samuel by the hand, and Abraham might take Isaac, and llagar might take Ishmael. I ask if those who sat at your breakfast table this morning will sit with you in Heaven? I ask you what influences you are trying to bring upon them? Are you calling them to go with you? Aye, aye, have you started yourself? Start for. Heaven and take your children with you. Come thou and all thy house into the ark. Tell your little ones that there are realms of balm and sweetness for all those who fly in the right direction. Swifter than eagle’s stroke, put out for Heaven. Like the crane or the stork, stop not night nor day until you find the right place for stopping. Seated to-day in Christian service will you be seated in the same glorious service when the heavens have passed away with a great noise, and the elements have melted with fervent heat, and the redeemed are gathered around the throne of Je|us?
The Saviour calls. Ye wanderers come. Oh. ye benighted souls, Why longer roam? The Spirit calls to-day. Yield to His power; Oh. grieve Him not away, ’Tls mercy’s hour. Amen to This. i Some people fail entirely to pray for the thing they most need. A brother was praying with much noise for faith -“soul-saving faith, sin-killing faith, devil-driving faith.” Just then a brother, to whom the noisy man • owed a large bill, shouted out: "Amen, amen, and give us a debt-paying faith, too.” It may be as well to pray at others less and pray to God more abont our own sins and weaknesses; and not cut short our prayers if they hit our own pocket-books.—Farm and Fireside. —Just now, as at all times, there is need of good and true workers in the cause of Christ; and where so man ff fields are open, there is no necessity for anyone to complain of lack of room. 3
The General. , The nursery regiment one day Were marching up and down. With flying flags and beating drum. The prettiest sight in town. And little Willie on the steps Was gazing at the band; Why not among the warriors I did not understand, Until I asked the question straight, When flashed his eyes of blue; M I am the general,” he cried, “Who must the troops review.” —Harper’s Young People. Improvements on th| Nickel Pints Bond. A New Through Car line has been established over the Nickel Plate Road and D. L. & W. R. R. between Chicago and New York City. With the former through car line to New York via the Wett BJujtc R. R. and a Boston Car run over the West Shore-Fitch-burg Route unchanged, this Line will beyond a doubt become an important factor in the east and westbound passenger business. A Matchless Dining Car Service has been rearranged so as to best accommodate its patrons, and with their old motto “A Perfect Passenger Service at the Lowest Available Ratos” they will no doubt secure the patronage of the traveling public. When contemplating a trip East, write Mr. J. Y. Calahan, at lk9 Clark St., Chicago, 111., or any Agent of the Nickel Plato Road, for rates, maps and full particulars. “I tell you I’m in big luck.” “I’m glad to hear it.” “Yes. The insurance examiner passed me O. K. two months ago, and now tho doctor tells mo I’ve got an incurable disease.”—Kate Field’s Washington. Held by th Enemy. If you are held captive by the enemv, rheumatism, bound hand and foot in the shackles of rheumatic gout, you have yourself to blame, because you did not check their approach in tho outset, with Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters. Tackle them at once with this pain soothing, nerve quieting, blood depurating specific, and you will experience B})eedy relief. Biliousness, malarial, dyspeptic, liver and- neuralgic complaints yield to it. " Mrs. Pancake (suspiciously)—“Why are you hanging around my back window so long?” Tramp—“ Ma’am, those apple pies are as purty as pictures, an’ I’d like to be the frame o’ one o’ them.”—Harper’s Bazar. When Nature Needs assistance it may be best to render It promptly, but one should remember to use even the most perfect remedies only when needed. The best and most simple and gentle remedy is the Syrup of Fig§, manufao tured by the California Fig Syrup Cos. Uncle John (in the country)—“Just look at that meadow, with its carpet of green grass! Isn’t it beautiful?” Flossie (from the city) —“Yes, Uncle John; hut, it isn’t natural. There isn’t u single ‘keep off the grass’ sign on it.” McVlcker’i Theater, Chicago. For two weeks, beginning Oct. 28, “Rush City,” tho new musical fan e by Gus Heego, produced by Davis & Keogh, ‘with specialties and remarkable scenic effects, is a very laughable and lively burlesque on Western booming methods.
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