Pike County Democrat, Volume 24, Number 51, Petersburg, Pike County, 4 May 1894 — Page 6

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SPIRITUAL CONFLICTS. Rev. Dr. Talmage Talks Upon the Struggles of God's Children. g«Ter« Tests of Faith, In Which, If The; Strive Valiantly, Like Jacob of Old, They Will Receive the IMVlne Blessing as Reward. The following discourse on “The Spiritual Conflicts of Life*’ was delivered bj Rev. T. DeWitt TaImage in the Brooklyn tabernacle, being based on the text: And Jacob was left alone: and there wrestled a man with him uutil the breaking of the day. And when he saw that he prevailed net against him. he touched the ho-flow of his thigh: and the hollow of Jacob’s thigh was out of joint as he wrestled with him: And he said, let me go, for the day breaketh. And he said, I will not let thee go except thou bless me.— Genesis xxxli.. 21-2#. The dust arose from a traveling herd of cattle, and sheep, and goats, and camels. They are the present that Jacob sends to gain the good will of his offended brother. That night Jacob halts by the brook Jabholc. But there is no rest for the weary man. No shining ladder to let, the angels down into his dream; but a fierce combat that lasts until the morning, with an unknown visitor. They each try to throw the other. The unknown visitor, to reveal his superior power, by a touch wrenches ( Jacob’s thigh bone from its socket, perhaps maiming him for life. As on the morning sky the elusters of purple cloud begin to ripen. Jacob sees it is an angel with whom he has been contending, and not one of his brother's coadjutors. “Let me go,” cries the angel, lifting himself up into increrslng light, “the day breaketh.” You see, in the first place, that God allows good people sometimes to get into a terrible struggle. Jacob was a good man; but here he is left alone in the midnight to wrestle with a tremendous influence by the brook Jabbok. For Joseph, a pit; for Daniel, a wild >>east den; for David, dethronement and exile; for John the Baptist, a wilderness diet and the executioner’s ax; for Peter, a prison; for Paul, shipwreck; for Johh desolate Patmos; for Vashti, most insulting cruelty; for Josephipe, banishment; for Mrs. Sigourney, the agony of a drunkard’s wife; for John Wesley, stones hurled by an infuriated mobf for Catherine, the Scotch girl, the drowning sttrges of the sea; for Mr. Burns, the buffeting of\the Montreal populace; for John Brown, of Edinburgh, the pistol-shot of Lord Claverhouse; for Hugh McKall, the scaffold: for Latimer, the stake; for Christ, the cross. For whom the rocks, the gibbets, the guillotines, the thumbscrews? For the sons and daughters of the Lord God Almighty. Some one said to a Christian reformer: “The world is against you.” “Then,” he replied, “1 am against the world.” I will go further, and say that every Christian has his struggle. This man had his combat in wall street; this one on Broad street; this one on Fulton street; this one on Chestnut street; this one on State street, this one on Lombard street; this one on the bourse. With financial misfortune you have had the midnight wrestle. Red-hot disasters have dropped into yonr store from loft to cellar. What you bought you could not sell. Whom you trusted fled. The help you expected would not come. Some giant panic, with long arifis and grip like death, took hold of you in an awful wrestle, from which you have not yet escaped, and it is uncertain whether it will throw you or you will throw it. Here is another soul, iu struggle with some bad appetite. He knew not how stealthily it was growing upon him. One hour he woke up. lie said: “F<5r the sake of my soul, of my family. and my children, and of my God I must stop this!” And behold he found himself alone by the brook of Jabbok; and it was mid-night. That evil appetite Seized upon him, and he seized upon it, and oh, the horror of the eonllct! Wheu once a bad habit has aroused itself up to destroy a man. and the man has sworn that, by the help of the eternal God, he will destroy it, all Heaven draws itself out in a long line of light, to look from above, and hell stretches itself in myrmidons of spite to look up from beneath. 1 have seen men rally themselves for such a struggle; and they have bitten their lip, and clenched their fists, and cried with a blood-red earnestness and a rain of scalding tears: “God help me!” a nnMxetlo ii»?4 U VtoVtlf T Vto wo

seen men fall back defeated. Callings for no help, but relying on their own resolutions, they have come into the struggle; and for a.time it seemed as if they were getting the upper hand of their habit; but that habit rallied again its internal power, and lifted a soul from its standing, and with a force borrowed from the pit, hurled it into utter darkness. First, 1 saw the auctioneer’s mallet fall on the pictures and musical instruments, and the rich upholstery of his family parlor. After 'awhile I saw him fall into the ditch. Then, in the midnight, when the children were dreaming1 their sweetest dreams, and Christian households are silent with slumber, angelwatclied, 1 heard him give the sharp shriek that followed the stab of his own poniard. He fell from an honored social position; he fell from a family circle of which one he was the grandest attraction; he fell from the house of God, at whose altars lie had been consecrated; he fell—forever! But, thank God, l have often seen a better termination than that. 1 have seen men prepare themselves for such as wrestling. They laid hold of God’s help as they went into combat. The giant habit, regaled by the cup of many temptations, came out strong and defiant, They clenched. There were the writhings and distortions of a fearful struggle. But the old giant began .to waver; and at last, in the midnight, alone, with none but God to witness, by the brook Jabbok, the old giant fell; and the triumphant wrestler broke the darkness with the cry, “Thanks be unto God, who giveth us \ ■ V ~ 'i ".eA;--:,>v; ...

the victory, through our Lord Jesus Christ.** There is a widow’s heart, that first was desolated by bereavement, and since, by the anxieties and trials that came in the support of a family. It is a sad thing to see a man contending for a livelihood under disadvantages; but to see a delicate woman, with helpless little ones at her back, fighting the giants of poverty and sorrow is more affecting. It was a humble home, and passers-by knew not that within those four walls were displays of courage more admirable than that of Hannibal crossing the Alps, or the Pass of Thermopalae, or Balaklava. where “into the. jaws of death rode the six hundred.” These herbes had the whole world to cheer them on, but there were none to applaud the struggle in the humble home. She fought for bread, for clothing, for fire, for shelter, with aching head and weak side and exhausted strength, through the long night by the brook of Jabbok. Could; it be "that none would give her help? llad God forgotten to be gracious? No! contending soul. The midnight air is full of wings, coming to the reseue. She hears it now, j in the sough of the night wind, in the i ripple of the brook Jabbok—the prora- | ise made so long ago ringing down the sky: “Thy fatherless children, I will preserve them alive; and let the widows trust in me!” Some one said to a very poor woman: “How is it that in such distress you keep cheerful?” She said: “I do it by what I call cross prayers. When I had my rent to pay and nothing to pay it with, and bread to buy and nothing to buy it with, I used to sit down and cry. But,now 1 do not get discouraged. If I go along the street, when I come to the corner of the street I say: *The Lord help me;’ I then go on until I come to another crossing of the street, and again I say: ‘The Lord help me!” And so I utter a prayer at every .crossing; and since I have got into the habit of saying these ‘cross prayers’ 1 have been able to keep up my courage.” Learn again from this subject that people sometimes are surprised to find out that what they have been struggling with in the darkness is really an “angle of blessing.” Jacob found in the morning that this strarige personage was not an enemy, but a God-dispatched messenger to promise prosperity for him and his children. And so many a man, at the close of his trial, has found out that he has been trying to throw down his own blessing. If you are a Christian man, I will go back in youjr history and find that the grandest things that have ever happened to*you have been your trials. Nothing short of scourging, imprisonment and shipwreck could have made Paul what he was. When David was through the wilderness, pursued by his own sod. he was being prepared to become the sweet singer of Israel. The pit and the dungeon were the best schoolsat Joseph ever graduated. The hurricane that upset the tent and killedHlob’s children prepared the man of Uz to write, the magnificent poem that has astonded the ages. There is no way to get the wheat out of yie straw but to thresh it. There is no way to purify the gold but to burn it. Look at the people who have always had it their own way. They are proud, discontented, useless and unhappy. If you want to find cheerful folks, go among those who have been purified by the fire. After Rossini had rendered “William Tell” the five hundredth time a company of musicians came under his window in Paris and sexenaded him. They put upon his brow a golden crown of laurel leaves: lint, amid all the applause and enthusiasm. Rossini turned to a friend and said: “I would give all this brilliant scene for a few days of youth and love.” Contrast the melancholy feeling of Ilossini, who had everything th at this world could give him, to the j joyful experience of Isaac Watts,whose misfortunes were innumerable, when he says:

The Hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets. Before we reach the Heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. Then let our songs abound. And every tear be dry. We are marching through Immanuel's ground. To fairer worlds on high. lids prosperity that kills, and trouble that saves. While the Israelites were on the march, amid great privation and hardships, they behaved well. After awhile they prayed for meat; and the sky darkened with a great flock of quails, aud these quails fell in large multitudes all about them; and the Israelites ate hnd ate, and stuffed themselves until they died. Oh, my friends, it is not hardship, or trial, or starvation that injures the soul, but abundant supply. It is not the vulture of trouble that eats up the Christian life; it is the quails! You will yet find out that your midnight wrestle by the brook Jabbok is with an angel of God, come down to bless and save. Learn again that, while our wrestling with trouble may be triumphant, we must expect that it will leave its mark upon us. Jacob prevailed, but the angel touched him and his thigh bone sprang from its socket, and the good man went limping on his way. We must carry through this world the mark of the combat. What plowed those premature wrinkles in your face? What whitened your hair before it was time for frost? What silenced forever so much of the hilarity of your household? Ah! it is because the angel of trouble hath touched you that you go limping on your way. You need not be surprised that those who have passed through the fire do not feel as gay as once they did. Do not be out of patience with those who come not out of their despondency. They may triumph over their loss, and ^et their gait shall tell you that they have been trouble-touched. Are we stoics, that we can, unmoved, see our cradle rifled of the bright eyes and sweet lips? Can we stand unmoved aud see onr gardens of earthly delight uprooted? Will Jesus, who wept Himself, be angry with us if we pour onr tears into the graves that open and swallow down * l _ ! _

what we love best? Was Lszurua more dear to Hiu^ than our beloved dead to ns? No. 1 We have a right to weep. Our tears must come. You shall not drive them back to scald the heart They fall into God's bottle. Afflicted ones have died because they coud not weep Thank God for the sweet, the mysterious relief that comes to us in tears! Under this gentle rain the flowers of corn put forth their bloom. God pity that dry, withered, parched, all-con-suming grief that wrings its hands, and grinds its teeth, and bites its nails unto the quick, but can not weep! We may have found the comfort of the Cross, and yet ever after show that in the dark night, and by the brook Jabbok, we were trouble-touched. Again, we may take the idea of the text and announce the approach of the day-dawn. No one was ever more glad to see the morning than was Jacob after that night of struggle. It is appropriate for philanthropists and Christians to cry out with this angel of the text: “The day breaketh.” The world's prospects are brightening. The Church of Christ is rising up in its strength to go forth “fair as the moon, clear as the sun and terrible as an array with banners.” Clap your^hands, all ye people, the day breaketh.N The bigotries of the earth are perisjbing. The time was when we were told that if we wanted to get to Heaven we must be immersed or sprinkled; or we must believe in the perseverance of the saints, or in falling away from grace, or a liturgy or no liturgy; or they must be Calvinists, or Arminians, in order to reach Heaven. We have all come to confess now that these are ; non-essentials in religion. During my vacation, one summer, I was in a Presbyterian audience, and it was sacramental day7, and with grateful heart I received the holy communion. On the next Sabbath I was in a Methodist church, and sat at a love feast. On the following Sabbath : I was in an Episcopal church, and \ knelt at the altar and received the j consecrated bread. I do not know which service I enjoyed the most. “I t believe in the communion of saints and in life everlasting.” “The day breaketh.” , As I look upon this audience, I see many who have passed through waves | of trouble that came up higher than j their girdle. In God’s name I proclaim t cessation of hostilities. You shall not go always saddened and heartbroken. God will lift your burden. God will bring your dead to life. God will stanch the heart's blessing. I know lie will. Like as a father pities his children, so the Lord pities you. The pains of earth will end. The tomb will burst. The dead will rise. The morning star trembles on a brightening sky. The gates of the east begin to swing open. The day breaketh. Luther, and Melancthon were talking together gloomily about the prospects of the church. They could see no hope of deliverance. After awhile Luther got up and said to Melancthon: “Come, Philip, let us sing the fortysixth psalm of David; 'God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth is moved, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; though the waves thereof roar and be troubled; though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Selah.’ ” Death to many, nay to all, is a struggle and a wrestle. We have many friends that it will be hard to leave. I care not how bright our future hope is. It is a bitter thing to look upon this fair world and know that we shall never again see its blossoming spring, its falling fruits, its sparkling streams, and to say farewell to those with whom we played in childhood or counseled in manhood. In that night, like Jacob, we may have to wrestle, but God will not leave us unblessed. It shall not be told in Heaven that a dying soul cried unto God for help, but was not delivered. The lattice ma v be turned to keep out the sun, or a book set to dim the light of the midnight taper; or the room may be filled with the cries of orphanage and widowhood; or the church of Christ may mourn over our going; but if Jesus calls, all is well. The strong wrestling by the brook will cease; the hour of death’s night will pass along; one o’clock in the morning: two o’clock in the morning; four o’clock in the morning; the day breaketh. So I would have it when I die. I am in no haste to be gone. I have no grudge against this world. The only fault I have to find with the world is that it treats me ’ too well, but when the time comes to go I trust to be ready, my worldly affairs all settled. If I have wronged others I want, then, to be sure of their forgiveness. In that last wrestling, my arm enfeebled with sickness, and ray head faint, I waut Jesus beside me. If there be hands on this side of the flood stretched out to hold me back, I want the Heavenly hands stretched out to draw me forward. Then, O Jesus, help me on and help me up. Unfearing, undoubting, may I step right out into the light, and be able to look back to my kindred and friends who would detain me here, exclaiming: Let me go—let

mu jfu; uic uay unsuncvu. A Selfish Motive. It is not always true that one must say just what he thinks To say what one does not think is always wrong. To give full expression to one’s thought, may he, under certain circumstances, a sacred duty, hut under other circumstances is rank selfishness* A rough hoy, who tried to justify his conduct hy the assertion, “I had to strike him,'* simply declared that he cared more for his own gratification that for the feelings of his companion. People who make a virtue of their sincerity sometimes unconsciously confess to the same selfish spirit.—United Presby terian. —Study Christ personally until you have taken into yourselves the stamp of his character and the impress of His image.—Bishop Simpson.. t

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