Nappanee Advance-News, Volume 17, Number 29, Nappanee, Elkhart County, 2 October 1895 — Page 7

TAIMAGE'S SERMON. Lessons From the Miracle of the Sea of Galileo. Always Well to Hare Christ On the ShipPeople Who Follow Christ Must Not Expect Constant Smooth Sailing. Rer. T. De Witt Talmag-e, in his sermon prepared for publication this week discourses on the life of Jesus among the fishermen of Galilee. The Subject is: “Rough Sailing,” and the text: And there were also with him other little ships, and there arose a great storm of wind.— Mark iv., 36-87. Tiberias, Galilee and Gennesaret were three names for the same lake. It lay in a scene of great luxuriance. The surrounding hills, high, terraced, sloping, gorged, were so many hanging gardens of beauty. Tlie streams rumbled down through rocks of gray and red limestone, and flashing from the hillside, bounded to the sea. In the time of our Lord the valleys, headland* and ridges were covered thickly with vegetation, and, so great was the variety of climate, that 1 the palm tree of the torrid and the walnut tree of rigorous climate were only a little way apart. Men in vineyards and olive gardens were gathering up the riches for the oil press. The hills and valleys were starred and crimsoned with flowers, from which Christ took llis text, and the disciples learned lessons of patience and trust. It seemed as if God had dashed a wave of beauty on all the scene until it hung dripping from the rocks, the hills, the oleanders. On the back of the Lebanon range the glory of the early scene was carried up as if to set it in range with the hills of Heaven. No other gem ever had so exquisite a setting as beautiful Gennesaret. The waters were clear and sweet, and thickly inhabited, tempting innumerable nets, and affording a livelihood for great populations. Beth.saida, Cho razin and Capernaum stood on the bank, roaring with wheels of traffic and flashing with splendid equipages, and shooting their vessels across the lake, bringing merchandise for Damascus and passing great cargoes of wealthy product. Pleasure boats of Roman gentlemen, and fishing smacks of country people who had come down to cast a net there, x>assed each other with nod and shout and welcome, or side by side swung idly at the mooring. Palace and luxuriant bath and vineyard, tower and shadowy arbor, looked off upon the calm, sweet scene as the evening shadows began to drop, and Ilermon, with its head covered with perpetual snow, in the glow of the setting sun looked like a white-bearded prophet ready to ascend in a chariot of tire. I think we shall have a quiet night! Not a leaf winks in the air, or a ripple distiii b9the surface of Gennesaret. The shadows of the great headlands stalk clear across the water, The voices of eveningtide, how drowsily they strike the ear —the splash of the boatman’s oar, and the thumping of the captured fish on the boat’s bottom, and those indescribable sounds which fill the air at nightfall. You hasten up the beach of the lake a little way, and there you find an excitement as of embarkation. A flotilla is pushing out from the western shore of the lake—not a squadron with a deadly armament; not a clipper to ply with valuable merchandise; not pi ratio vessels with grappling hook, to hug to death whatever they could seize, but a flotilla laden with messengers of light, and mercy, and peace. Jesus is in the front ship; 11 is friends and admirers are in the small boats following after. Christ, bv the rocking of the boat and the fatigues of the preaching exercises of the day, is induced to slumber, and I see Him in the stern of the boat, with a pillow perhaps extemporized out of a firsherman’s coat, sound asleep. The breezes of the lake run their fingers through the locks of the worn-out sleeper, and on its surface there riseth and falleth the light ship, like a child on the bosom of its sleeping mother! Calm night. .Starry night. Beautiful night. Run up all the sails, and ply all the oars, and let the boats —the big boat and the small boats—go gliding over the gentle Gennesaret. The sailors prophesy a change in the weather. Clouds begin to travel up tlie sky and congregate. After awhile, even the passengers hear the moan of the storm, which comes on with rapid strides, and with all the terrors of hurricane and darkness. The boat, caught in the sudden fury, trembles like a deer at bay, amid the wild clangor of the hounds. Great patches of foam are flung through the air. Tlie loosened sails, flapping in the wind, crack like pistols. The small boats poised on the white cliff of the driven sea tremble like ocean petrels, and then plunge into the trough with terrific swoop until a wave strikes them with thunder-crack, and overboard go the cordage, the tackling, aUd the masts, and the drenched disciples rush into the stern of the boat, and shout amid the hurricane: “Master, carest Thou not that we perish?” That great personage lifted Ilis head from the fisherman's cot and walked out to the prow of the vessel and looked upon the storm. On all sides were the small boats tossing in helplessness, and from them came the cries of drowning men. By the flash of lightning I see the calmness of the uncovered brow of Jesus, and the spray of the sea dripping from His beard. He has two words of command—one for the wind, the other for the sea. lie hooks into the tempfistotis Heavens, and He cries, “Peace!” and then He looks down into the infuriate waters, and He says: “Be still!” The thunders beat a retreat. The waves fall flat on their faces. The extinguished stars Rekindle their torcties. The foam melts. The storm is dead. And while the crew are untangling the cordage and the cables, and bailing out the water from the hold of the ship, the flisoiples staad wonder-struck, now

gazing into the calm sea, now gazing into the calm face of Jesus, and whispering one to another: “What manner of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey Him?” Hearn, first, from this subject that when you are going to t ; ike a voyage of any kind you ought to have Christ in the ship. The fact is, that those boats would have all gone to the bottom if Christ had not been there. Now, 3 t ou are about to voyage out into some new enterprise—into some new business relation; you are jfoing to plan some great matter of profit. I hope it is so. If you are content to go along in the treadmill course and plan nothing new, you are not fulfilling your mission. What you can do by the utmost tension of body, mind, and soul, that you are bound to do. You have no right to be colonel of a regiment if God calls, you to command an army. You have no right to be stoker in a steamer if God commands you to be admiral of the navy. You have no riff lit to engineer a ferryboat from rivej* bank to river bank if God commands you to engineer a Cunarderfrom New York to Liverpool. But whatever enterprise you undertake, and*upon whatever voyage you start, be sure to take Christ in the ship. Here are men largely prospered. The seed of a small enterprise grew into an accumulated and overshadowing success. Their cup of prosperity is running over. Every day sees a commercial or a mechanical triumph. Yet they are not'puffed up. They acknowledge the God who grows the harvests, and gives them all their prosperity. When disaster comes that destroys others, they are only helped into higher experiences. The coldest winds that ever blew down from snow-capped Ilermon and tossed Gennsaret into foam and agony could not hurt them. Let the winds blow until they crack their checks; let the breakers boom—all is well, Christ is in the ship. Here are other men. the prey of uncertainties. When they succeed, they strut through the world in great vanity, and wipe tlieir feet on the sensitiveness of others. Disaster comes, and they are utterly down. They are good sailors on u faitf/day, when the sky is clear andvllie sea is smooth; but they can not outride the storm. After awhile the packet is tossed a beam’s end, and it seems as if she must go down witii all the cargo. Push out from the shore with lifeboat, longboat, shallop, and pinnace. You can not save the crew. The storm twists off the masts. The sea rises up to takedown the vessel. Down she goes? No Christ in that ship. I speak to young people, whose voy age in life will he a minglingof sunshine and of darkness, of Arctic blast and of tropical tornado. You will have many a long, bright day of prosperity. The skies clear, the seas smooth. The crew exhilaratit. The boat stanch will bound merrily over the billows. Crowd on all the canvas. Heigh, ho! Land ahead! But suppose that sickness puts its bitter cup to your lip; suppose that death your hea-pflj suppose misfortune, with some quick turn of the wheel, lmrla you backward; suppose that the wave of trial strikes you athwart-ships, and bowsprit shivered, and halliards swept into the sea, and gangway crowded with piratical disasters, and the waves beneath and the sky above, and the darkness around are filled with the clamor of the voices of destruction. Oh! then you will want Christ in the ship. I learn, in the next place, that people who follow Christ must not always expect smooth sailing. When these disciples got into the small boats they said: “What a delightful thing this is! Who would not ftc a follower of Christ when he can ride in one of these small boats after the ship in which Jesus is sailing?” But when the storm came down these disciples found out that following Jesus did not always make smooth sailing. So you have found out, and so I have found out. If there are any people you would think ought to have a good time in getting out of this world, tlie apostles of Jesus Christ ought to have been the men. Have you ever noticed how they got out erf the world? St. James lost his head. St. Philip was hung to death against a pillar. St. Matthew was struck to death by a halberd. St. Mark was dragged to death through the streets. St. James the Less had his brains dashed out with a fuller’s club. St. Mattheas was stoned to death. St. Thomas was struck through with a spear. John Huss in the fire, the Albigenses, the Waldenses, the Scotch Covenanters —did they always find smooth sailing? Why go so far? There is a young man in a store in New York who has a hard time to maintain his Christian character. All the clerks laugh at him, the employers in that store laugh at him; and when he loses his patience they say: “Yon are a pretty Christian.” Not so easy is it for that young man to follow Christ. If the Lord did not help him hour by hour lie would fail. There are scores of young men to-day who would be willing to testify that iii the following Christ one does not always find smooth sailing. There is a Christian girl. In her home they do not like Christ. She has hard work to get a silent place in which to say her prayers. Father opposed to religion. Mother opposed to religion. Brothers and sisters opposed to religion. The Christian girl does not always find it smooth sailing when she tries to follow Jesus. But be of good heart. As seafarers, when winds are dead aheagl, by setting the ship on starboard tack and bracing the yards, make the winds that oppose tlie course propel the ship forward, so opposing troubles, through Christ, veering around tfce bowsprit of faith, will waft you to Heaven, when, if the winds had been abaft, they might have rocked and sung you to sleep, and while dreaming of the destined s port of Heaven you could not have heard the cry of warning and would have gone crashing into the breakers. Again, my subject teaches m that

good people sometimes get very winch frightened. From the tone and man ner of these disciples as they rushed into the stern of the vessel and .woke Christ up, you know that they are fearfully seared. And so it is now that you often find good peop,e wildly agitated. “Oh!” says some Christian man, “the infidel magazines, the bad newspapers, the spiritualistic societies, the importation of so many foreign errors, the Church of God is going to be lost, the ship is going to founderl The ship is going down!” What are you frightened about? An old lion goes into his cavern to take a sleep, and he lies down until his shaggy mane covers his paws. Meanwhile, the spiders outside begin to spin webs over the mouth of his cavern and say, “That lion can not break out through this web,” and they keep on spinning the gossamer threads until they get the mouth of the cavern covered over. “Now,’ they say, “the lion’s done, the lion’s done.” After awhile the lion awakes and shakes himself, and he walks out from the cavern, never knowing there were any spiders’ webs, and with his voice lie shakes the mountain. Let the infidels and the skeptics of the day go on spinning their welis, spinning their infidel gossamer theories,. spinning them all over the place where Christ seems to be sleeping. They say: “Christ can never again come out; the work is done; lie can never get through this logical web we have been spinning.” The day wilL come when the Lion -Pf Judah’s typibc will raise Himself arid come forth and shake mighty the nations. What then all your gossamer threads? What is a spider’s web to an aroused lion? Do not fret, then, about the world’s going backward. It is going forward. Again, I learn from this subject that Christ is God and jnan in the same person. I go into the back part of that boat and J look on Christ’s sleeping face, and see in that face the story of sorrow and weariness, and a deeper shadow comes over His face, and I think He must be dreaming of the cross that is to come. As I stand on the back part of the boat looking on His face, I say! “He is a Man! lie is a Man!’ Blit when I see Him come to the brow of the boat, and the sea kneels in His presence, and the winds fold their’ wihgs at Ilis command, I sa}': “lie is God! lie is God!” The harnTthat set *TSp the starry pillars of the universe wiping away tlie tears of an orphan! When I want pity and sympathy, 1 go into the back part of this boat, and I look at Him, and I say: “0 Lord Jesus, tliou weary one, thou suffering pile, have mercy on me.” “Ecce homo!” Behold the man! But when I want courage for the conflict of life, when I want someone to beat down my enemies, when I want faith for the great future, then 1 coipe to the front of the boat, and I see Christ standing there in all His omnipotence, and I say: “O, Christ, Thou who couldst hush tlie storm, can hush all my sorrows, all ray temptations, all my fears.” “Ecce Dens!” Behold tlie God! I learn also from this subject that Christ can hush the tempest. Some of you, my hearers, have a heavy load of troubles. Some of you have wept until you can weep no more. Perhaps God took the sweetest child out of your house—the one that asked the most curious questions—the one that hung around you with greatest fondness. The grave-digger’s spade cut down through your bleeding heart. Or perhaps it was the only one that you had, and your soul has ever since been like a desolated castle, where the birds of the night lioo£, amid the falling towers and along the crumblingstairway. Or perhaps it was an aged mother that was called avvav. You used to send for her when you had any kind of trouble. She was in your home to welcome your children into life, and when they died she was there to pity you. You know that the old hand will never any more kindnesses for you, and the lock of white hair that you keen so well in the casket of the locket does not look so well as it did on the day when she moved it back from the wrinkled fbrehead under the old-fashioned bonnet in the church in the country. Or perhaps your property has gone. You said, “Therfc, 1 have so much in bank stock, so much I have in houses, so much I have iu lands, so much I have in securities.” Suddenly, it is all gone. Alas! for the man who onfib had plenty of money, but who has hardly enough now for the No storm ever swept over Gennesaret like that which has gone trampling its thunders over your quaking soul. But you awoke Christ in the back part of the ship, crying, “Master, carest thou not that I perish?” and Christ rose up and quieted you. Jesus hushing the tempest. There is one storm into which we must all run. When a man lets go this life to take hold of the next, I do not care how much grace lie has, he will want it all. What is that out yonder? That is a dying Christian rocked on the surges of death. Winds that have wrecked magnificent flotillas of pomp and worldly power come down on that Christian soul. All the spirits of darkness seem to be let loose, for it it is tlieir last chance. The wailing of kindred seems to mingle with the swirl of the waters, and the scream of the wind and the thunder of the sky. Deep to deep, billow to billow; yet no tremor, no gloom.no terror, no sighing for the dying Christian. The fact is that from the back part of the boat a voice sings out: “When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee.” By the flash of the storm the dying Christian sees that the harbor is only just ahead. From heavenly castles voices of welcome come over the waters. Peace drops on the angry wave as the storm; itself to rest like a child falling asleep amid tears and trouble. Christ has hushed the tempest. —ls you are brethren of Christ, try to be so like Him that everyone wtU re* ognize the family likeness.

INDIANA STATE NEWS. Muxcie colored citizens celebrated Emancipation day anniversary a few days ago. Five Putnam county people were fined §5 each on pleas of guilty to having caught fish with a seine. % , The F. M. B. A. fair, being held at Cedar, near Farmland, opened the other da}'. The live stock exhibit is reported to equal any of the country fairs held in the state. At Winchester Joseph Hewitt, who was sentenced to ten'years in the penitentiary, was caught in the act of trying to hang himself in his cell with a handkerchief and a strip of blanket. Fellow prisoners prevented the suicide. Henry Bogardus is to start a shooting school at Wabash. Grandma Mercer, living five miles northwest of Edon, has just celebrated her 100th birthday. The Indianapolis Commercial club committee on city interests favors a $50,000 appropriation for parks. William T. Piercy, superintendent of the New Albany Cement Cos. dropped dead at Haussdale, near Sellersburg. The post office at How, Jefferson county, has been discontinued. Mail goes to Big Creek. The 3-year-old daughter of M. G. Wilson, of Wolcott, fell under the wheels of a heavily loaded wagon and was crushed to death. The 2-year-old daughter of H. M. Baldwin, living near Summit, drank the contents of a bottle which contained poison, and can not recover. The Indiana centennial commission appointed by the governor under an act of the last legislature, which provides it shall draft a plan for a state exposition to be held in 1900, and submit the same to the next general assembly, held its first meeting a few days since. Eli Lilly, of Indianapolis, was elected chairman and Geo. 11. Merri weather, of Crawford county, temporary secretary. The residence of John A. Kers, a well-known farmer, living twelve miles southwest of Ft. Wayne, was enatered by three burglars between 1 and 2 o’clock the other morning. He and his wife were bound and gegged and the house ransacked, tlie robbers securing S4O in gold, a gold watch and chain and other articles of value. No clue to the robbers. Sol Lung shaves people at Cromwell. He uses a Chinese mug for his brushes. Warasii has a natural gas war, and prices are being slashed right and left. Two on. companies in the- Van Buren field claim the same leasehold. Trouble. Wm. Eari. was arrested at Mt. Vernon on a charge of passing counterfeit money. A. E. Graham, the Martinsville banker who suffered from a stroke of paralysis, is dead. Jake Yoke fell from the roof of his barn near Greenwood, and was probably fatally injured. At Hlu if ton, George White was sentenced to two years in the Prison North for robbery. The jury in the celebrated case of the state of Indiana against ’Squire Angleberger, charged with blowing up the house of his son-in-law, Charles Bennet, at Decatur Station, on March 3. after being out twenty-six hours, failed to agree upon a verdict and was discharged. AT Winchester the jury found Joseph Hewitt guilty of assault and battery with intent to murder, and sentenced him to ten years in the pen. He is the man who placed the dynamite bomb under the house in which his wife and two daughters were sleeping at Parker City. The Milburn hotel, Cass’ drug store and Mrs. Peter Humbert's store burned at Mishawaka. A man was run over by the ambulance at Indianapolis and his leg was broken in two places. Tiie Clinton and Columbian hotels, Kokomo, were purchased at sales by Itoss Brothers, of Frankfort. A trip to the Atlanta exposition is being planned for the Anderson schools. It is thought that from 300 to 500 will go. Lewis Baker, who can not read or write, but secured SOS from the Delaware County National bank, by inducing another man to forge T. C. Gland’s name to a check, was sentenced to three years in state’s prison, the day after the crime was committed. The eight window glass factories of EUvood, Orestes, Alexandria and Frankton all resumed operation with full force. r The water from a flowing well at the works of the National Tin Plate Cos., at Anderson, kills all desire for strong drink. It has taken nearly 200 customers away from the saloons already. Among the newty appointed postmasters are: John T. Wiley, Gordon, Cass county; Victor L. Harvey, Worty, Vermillion county. John C. Ochiltree, editor of the Richmond Daily Telegram, has resigned, and will remove from the city. Seven children of W. W. Brewer’s family at Wilkinson are afflicted with diphtheria. A case to test the law taxing building and loan association paid-up stock has been brought at Terre Haute. Frances, the daughter of Dick Goodwin, of New Castle, was injured in a runaway. Alfred E. Graham, president of the First National bank at Martinsville for many years, died the other night from a stroke He was 59 years old and unmarried. Frank Kemp, who, some time ago, shot and killed his father in a quarrel, plead guilty in the circuit court the other day, and was sentenced to three years in the Northern prison. The town of Tioso, ten miles south of Plymouth, was destroyed by fire the other morning. A saw mill, lumber yard, five stores, elevator and a number of shops are all in ashes. The fire started in a burning pile of sawdust

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