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Verse 22. And immediately Jesus constrained His disciples to get into a boat and to go before Him to the other side, while He sent the multitudes away. Immediately is a business word—Jesus loses no time. No sooner is the banquet over than He sends off the guests to their homes. While they are well fed, He bids them make the best of their way home. He who made the multitude sit down was also able to send the multitude away, but they needed sending, for they were loath to go.

The sea must be crossed again, or Jesus cannot find seclusion. How He must run the gauntlet to get a little rest! Before He starts again across the sea, He performs another act of self-denial, for He cannot leave till He sees the crowd happily dispersed. He attends to that business Himself, giving the disciples the opportunity to depart in peace. As the captain is the last to leave the boat, so is the Lord the last to leave the scene of labor. The disciples would have chosen to stay in His company and to enjoy the thanks of the people, but He constrained them to get into a boat He could not get anyone to go away from Him at this time without sending and constraining. This loadstone has great attractions. He evidently promised His disciples that He would follow them, for the words are, "to go before Him unto the other side'" How He was to follow He did not say, but He could always find a way of keeping His appointments. How considerate of Him to wait amid the throng while the disciples sailed away in peace. He always takes the heavy end of the load Himself.

23. And when He had sent the multitudes away, He went up into a mountain to pray: and when the evening was come, He was there alone. Now that the crowd is gone, He can take His rest—and He finds it in prayer. He went up into a mountain—in a place where He might speak aloud and not be overheard or disturbed. He communed with the Father alone. This was His refreshment and His delight. He continued therein till the thickest shades of night had gathered and the day was gone. "Alone," yet not alone, He drank in new strength as He communed with His Father. He must have revealed this private matter to the recording Evangelist and surely it was with the intent that we should learn from His example.

We cannot afford to be always in company, since even our blessed Lord felt that He must be alone.

24. But the boat was now in the midst of the sea, tossed with waves: for the wind was contrary. While Jesus was alone, they in the boatwere in the same condition, but not occupied with the same spiritual exercise. When they first left the shore it was fair sailing in the cool of the evening, but a storm gathered hastily as night covered the sky. On the Lake of Galilee the wind rushes down from the gullies between the mountains and causes grievous peril to little boats— sometimes fairly lifting them out of the water and soon submerging them beneath the waves! That deep lake was peculiarly dangerous for small craft. They were far from land, for they were "in the midst of the sea," equally distant from either shore. The sea was furious and their boat was "tossed with waves." The hurricane was terrible. "The wind was contrary," and would not let them go anyplace which they sought. It was a whirlwind and they were whirled about by it, but could not use it for reaching either shore. How much did their case resemble ours when we are in sore distress?

We are tossed about and can do nothing—the blast is too furious for us to bear up against it, or even to live while driven before it.

One happy fact remains—Jesus is pleading on the shore though we are struggling on the sea. It is also comfortable to know that we are where He constrained us to go (see verse 22), and He has promised to come to us in due time and, therefore, all must be safe though the tempest rages terribly.

25. And in the fourth watch of the night Jesus went unto them, walking on the sea. Jesus is sure to come. The night wears on and the darkness thickens. The fourth watch of the night draws near, but where is He? Faith says, "He must come." Though He should stay away till almost break of day, He must come. Unbelief asks, "How can He come?" Ah, He will answer for Himself! He can make His own way. "Jesus went unto them, walking on the sear He comes in the teeth of the wind and on the face of the wave! Never fear that He will fail to reach the storm-tossed boat. His love will find the way. Whether it is to a single disciple, or to the Church as a whole, Jesus will appear in His own chosen hour and His time is sure to be the most timely.

26. And when the disciples saw Him walking on the sea, they were troubled, saying, It is a spirit, and they cried out for fear [See Sermon #957, Volume 16—JESUS NO PHANTOM] Yes, the disciples saw Him—saw Jesus, their Lord—and derived no comfort from the sight! Poor human nature's sight is a blind thing compared with the vision of a spiritual faith. They saw, but knew not what they saw. What could it be but a phantom? How could a real man walk on those foaming billows? How could he stand in the teeth of such a hurricane? They were already at their wits' end and the apparition put an end to their courage. We seem to hear their shriek of alarm—" they cried out for fear'" We read not that " they were troubled"before. They were old sailors and had no dread of natural forces. But a spirit—ah, that was too much of a terror! They were at their worst now and yet, if they had known it, they were on the verge of their best! It is noteworthy that the nearer Jesus was to them, the greater was their fear. Want of discernment blinds the soul to its richest consolations. Lord, be near, and let me know You! Let me not have to say with Jacob, "Surely God was in this place; and I knew it not!"

27. But immediately Jesus spoke unto them, saying, Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid. He did not keep them in suspense—"Immediately Jesus spoke unto them." How sweetly sounded that loving and majestic voice! Above the roar of waves and howling of winds, they heard the voice of the Lord. This was also His old word, "Be of good cheer." The most conclusive reason for courage was His own Presence. "It is I; be not afraid." If Jesus is near. If the Spirit of the storm is, after all, the Lord of Love, all room for fear is gone! Can Jesus come to us through the storm? Then we shall weather it and come to Him. He who rules the tempest is not the devil, not chance, not a malicious enemy—but Jesus! This should end all fear.

28. And Peter answered Him and said, Lord, if it is You, bid me come unto You on the water Peter must be the first to speak—he is impulsive and besides, he was a sort of foreman in the company. The first speaker is not always the wisest man. Peter's fears have gone—all but one, "if"—but that, "if," was working him no good, for it seemed to challenge his Master—"Lordif it is You." What a test to suggest—"Bid me come unto You on the waters What did Peter need with walking the waters? His name might have suggested that like a stone he would go to the bottom! It was an imprudent request. It was the swing of the pendulum in Peter from despair to an injudicious venturing! Surely, he knew not what he said. Yet we, too, have put our Lord to tests almost as improper. Have we not said, "If You have ever blessed me, give me this and that"? We, too, have had our water-walking and have ventured where nothing but special Grace could uphold us. Lord, what is man?

29. And He said, Come. And when Peter was come down out of the boat he walked on the water, to go to Jesus. When good men are unwise and presumptuous, it may be for their lasting good to learn their folly by experience. "He said, Come." Peter's Lord is about to teach him a practical lesson. He asked to be bid to come. He may come. He does come. He leaves the boat, he treads the wave. He is on the way towards his Lord. We can do anything if we have Divine authorization and courage enough to take the Lord at His word! Now there were two on the sea, two wonders! Which was the greater? The reader may not find it easy to reply. Let him consider.

30. But when he saw the boisterous wind, he was afraid, and beginning to sink, he cried, saying Lord, save me! "But"—a sorrowful, "but," for poor Peter. His eyes were off his Lord and on the raging of the wind—"He saw the boisterous wind" His heart failed him and then his feet failed him. Down he began to go—an awful moment is this "beginning to sink, "yet it was only a "beginning." He had time to cry to his Lord who was not sinking. Peter cried, and was safe! His prayer was as full as it was short! He had brought his eyes and his faith back to Jesus, for he cried, "Lord!" He had come into this danger through obedience and, therefore, he had an appeal in the word, "Lord." Whether in danger or not, Jesus was still his Lord. He is a lost man and he feels it unless his Lord will save him—save him altogether, save him now! Blessed prayer—"Lord, save me." Hearer, does it not suit you? Peter was nearer his Lord when he was sinking than when he was walking! In our low estate we are often nearer to Jesus than in our more glorious seasons.

31. And immediately Jesus stretched forth His hand and caught him, and said unto him, O you of little faith, why

LITTLE FAITH AND GREAT FAITH and #2925, Volume 51—REASONS FOR DOUBTING CHRIST] Our Lord delays not when our peril is imminent and our cry is urgent—"Immediately Jesus stretched forth His hand" He first "caught him" and then taught him. Jesus saves first and upbraids afterwards, when He must do so. When we are saved is the fit time for us to chasten ourselves for our unbelief. Let us learn from our Lord that we may not reprove others till we have first helped them out of their difficulties.

Our doubts are unreasonable—"Why did you doubt?" If there is reason for little faith, there is evidently reason for great confidence. If it is right to trust Jesus at all, why not trust Him altogether? Trust was Peter's strength, doubt was his danger. It looked like great faith when Peter walked on the water, but a little wind soon proved it to be "little faith." Till our faith is tried, we can form no reliable estimate of it.

After his Lord had taken him by the hand, Peter sank no further, but resumed the walk of faith. How easy to have faith when we are close to Jesus! Lord, when our faith fails, come to us and we shall walk on the waves!

32. And when they were come into the boat, the wind ceased. So that Peter's walk and his rescue had happened in the face of the tempest. He could walk the water well enough when his Lord held his hand—and so can we. What a sight! Jesus and Peter, hand in hand, walking upon the sea! The two made for the boat at once—miracles are never spun out to undue length. Was not Peter glad to leave the tumultuous element and, at the same time, to perceive that the gale was over? " When they were come into the boat, the wind ceased." It is well to be safe in a storm, but more pleasant to find the calm return and the hurricane end. How gladly did the disciples welcome their Lord and their Brother, Peter, who though wet to the skin, was a wiser man for his adventure!

33. Then they that were in the boat came and worshipped Him, saying, Of a truth You are the Son of God. No wonder that Peter " worshipped Him," nor that His comrades did the same! The whole of the disciples who had been thus rescued by their Lord's coming to them on the stormy sea were overwhelmingly convinced of His Godhead. Now they were doubly sure of it by unquestionable evidence—and in lowly reverence they expressed to Him their adoring faith, saying, " Of a truth You are the Son of God"

"The king's mowings." Amos 7:1.

CERTAIN lands belonged to the king so far that he always took the first cut of grass for himself and left any aftermath to those who worked upon the land. Now, our great King has His mowings, too. His Church is the field which He has enclosed and blessed. At set seasons the King takes His mowings. Lately, beyond any other time in my life that I remember, the King has been taking His mowings in and around the Church of which He has made me overseer. One has spent many hours at the bedsides of the dying and in trying to console the bereaved. Our loss, if I may venture to call it a loss, as a Church, at the opening of this year was extremely heavy. The King has been taking His mowings among us and has cut down here, one, and there, another. When churches commence with a great many young members, there would naturally not be so many deaths at first, but as we all grow old together, there must be a large proportion of removals from this world into the land above. I purpose to speak a little upon that subject and I shall do so in a threefold way— first, by way of consolation. Then, by way of admonition. And then by way of anticipation.

I. First, by way of CONSOLATION. It is a sorrowful matter that our Beloved Brothers and Sisters should be taken from us. We were not more but less than men if we did not sorrow. Jesus wept and by that act He sanctified our tears. It is not wrong, it is not unmanly—much less is it sinful for us to drop the tear of sorrow over the departed—yet let us help to wipe those tears away with a handkerchief of sacred consolations.

First, seeing that "all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass," do you lament that the King has been mowing? Then let this thought chide you. The King Himself has done it There is no such abstract thing as death—an unloosed monster devouring the saints at will—"Drinking the blood of men and grinding their bones between his iron teeth." This is a poet's raving! No destroying angel is sent forth to slay the Israel of God! There is a destroying angel, it is true, but He comes not near those who bear the blood mark. It is not in the power of disease or accident to kill the children of God except as instruments in the Divine hand. No saint dies otherwise than by the act of God! It is always according to the King's own will—it is the King's own doing. Every ripe ear in His field is gathered by His own hand, cut down by His own golden sickle and by none other. Every full-blown flower of Grace is taken away by Him, not smitten with blight, or cut down by the tempest, or devoured by some evil beast—

Which does His message to our heart." The Lord has done it, in every case, and knowing this, we must not even think of complaining! What the King does, His servants delight in, for He is such a King that, let Him do what seems good to Him and we will still bless Him—we are of the mind of him who said, "Though He slays me, yet will I trust in Him."

Again, those who have been mown down and taken away are with the King. They are the King's mowings! They are gathered into His stores. They are not in "purgatory" (a Romanist lie). They are not in the limbus patran, much less are they in Hell. They are not wandering in dreary pathways amidst the stars to find a lodging place. Jesus prayed, "Father, I will that they, also, whom You have given Me, be with Me where I am; that they may behold My Glory, which You have given Me: for You loved Me before the foundation of the world." And this prayer has fixed the saints' abode! We shall enter into no question, now, about whether Heaven is a place, or where it is, or whether it is merely a state—it is enough for us that where Jesus is, there His people are—not some of them in lower seats, or in lower rooms, or sitting outside, but they are all where He is! That will certainly content me. And if there are any degrees in Glory, you who want the high ones may have them. The lowest degree that I can perceive in Scripture is, "that they may be with Me where I am, that they may behold My Glory"—and that lowest degree is as high as my most vivid imagination can carry me! Here is enough to fill our souls even to the brim.

And now do you sorrow for those who are with Christ where He is? Do you not almost blame your tears when you learn that your beloved ones are promoted to such blissful scenes? Why, Mother, did you ever wish for your child a higher place than that it should be where Jesus is? Husband, by the love you bore your wife, you cannot grudge her the Glory into which she has entered! Wife, by the deep devotion of your heart to him who has been taken from you, you could not wish to have detained him a moment from the joy in which his soul now triumphs with his Lord! If he were gone to some unknown land, if you could stand on life's brink and hear the roaring billows of a dread mysterious ocean and say, "My dear one has gone, I know not where, to be tossed like a waif or stray upon yonder tempestuous sea," oh, then you might mix your own tears with the brine of that ocean! But you know where they are, you know with Whom they are and you can form some idea, by the joy of Christ's Presence here on earth, what must be their bliss above!—

"Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ears. Harps of the blessed, your music I hear! Rings with the harmony Heaven's high dome, Joyfully, joyfully bring the saints Home."

It is a sweet reflection, too, that although our dear friends have been cut down like flowers by the scythe, yet their lot is better than ours, though we are standing and blooming today. Life seems better than death and the living dog is better than the dead lion—but take into account the everlasting state—and who will dare to say that the state of the blessed is worse than ours? Will not all assert that it is infinitely superior? We are still suffering, but they shall smart no more. We are weak and tottering, but they have regained the dew of their youth! We know what need means and wipe the sweat of toil from off our face, but they rest in abundance forever! The worst of all is that we still sin and have to wrestle hard with doubts and fears. Satan still besets us, the world is around us and corruptions fester within us. But they are where not a wave of trouble can ever break the serenity of their spirit! They are beyond the barking of the Hell dogs and beyond the arrows of Hell's quiver, though there are archers who would shoot their darts into Heaven itself if they could! The ingathered ones are supremely blest! They are far beyond what we are in joy, knowledge and holiness! Therefore, if we love them, how can we mourn that they have gone from the worse to the better—and from the lower to the higher room?

And, moreover, Brothers and Sisters, although some of you sorrow very bitterly because God has taken away the desire of your eyes with a stroke, let me remind you that you might have had a worse sorrow than this concerning them. Ah, the mother who has to mourn over an adult son who has become a profligate, has a thousand times more bitter pang than she has who seen her infant carried to the grave! The father who knows that his sons or daughters have become a dishonor to his name may well wish that he had long ago seen them laid in the silent tomb. And I have known men in the Church whom I would sooner have buried a thousand times over than have lived to see what I have afterwards seen in them! For years they stood as honorable professors—but they lived to dishonor the Church, to blaspheme their Lord, to go back into perdition and prove that the root of the matter was never in them! Oh, you need not weep for those in Heaven! Weep not for the dead, neither bewail them—but weep for the spirituallydead—weep for the apostate and backslider! Weep for the false professor and the hypocrite—"the wandering stars," "to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness forever." If you have tears, go and shed them there—but for those who have fought the fight and won the victory, for those who have stemmed the stream and safely landed on the other side—let us have no tears! No, put away the sackbut and bring forth the clarion! Let the trumpet ring out jubilantly the note of victory! It is to them the day of jubilee—why should it be for us the hour of sorrow? They put on the crown and bear the palm branch in their hands— why should we don the funeral weeds? There is infinitely more to rejoice in than there is to sorrow for! Therefore let our hearts be glad. The Lord has said to them, "Well done," and rewarded them according to His Grace—and this is infinitely better than that they should have lived to slip and slide!

"But this is poor comfort," you will say, and therefore let me come back to the text and say that the King has taken His mowings. Sorrowful as we may be, it is not the worst sorrow that we could have, but whether or not, we must not grudge the King any whom He takes from us. All the friends we have are lent us. The old proverb says, "A loan should go laughing home," that is we should never be unwilling to return a loan, but cheerfully give it back to the lender. Our dear ones were lent to us and what a blessing they have been to us! The lamps of our house, have they not been the joy of our day? The Master says, "I need them back again," and do we clutch at them and say, "No, Master, You shall not have them"? Oh, it must not be so! Our dear ones were never half as much ours as they were Christ's! We did not make them, but He did! We never bought them with our blood, but He did! We never sweat a bloody sweat for them, nor had our hands and feet pierced for them, but He did! They were lent to us, but they belonged to Him! Your prayer was, "Father, let them be with me where I am," but Christ's prayer was, "Father, I will that they, also, whom You have given Me, be with Me where I am." Your prayer pulled one way and Christ's pulled another. Be not envious that Christ won the suit! If I ever enter into the Lord's Court of Chancery, if I find that Christ is on the other side, my Lord, I will not plead. You shall have Your will, for I and You and You and I are one—and if it is Your plea that all I love may be with You, so be it, for I shall be with You, too, before long, and I would not quarrel with Your wish. The King has let out this Church like a pasture to us and He says, "I must sometimes take My mowings." Well, He has so watered us and given us the smell of a field that the Lord God has blessed, that when He comes and takes His rent, we may not stand at the gate and forbid Him, but say, "Good Master, come and take which You will! Take your quit-rent, for the field is all Your own. You have dearly purchased it and You have tilled it with much diligence—take what You will, for it is Yours."

And, let me add, to increase our comfort the King took His mowings at the right time. Out of those whom He has taken away from us, I think we must all confess that the Lord took them when they should be taken. In one case, a venerable Sister, who if she had lasted longer, would have been the prey of weakness and of pain—'twas well she fell asleep. In another case, a dear young friend was pining under that fell disease, consumption—her throat was scarcely able to receive nourishment—I think those who loved her best must have felt relieved when at last she fell asleep. Two Brothers rise before my mind's eye—the one struggled through life and wondered often that he did not sink before, for he was like a ship unfit for sea which every wave threatens to engulf! It is a wonder that he survived as long as he did. He served his Lord up to the last and when all was over, it was well. Another, whom I saw with an afflicting disease about him that had brought him very low, had led so gracious a life that he did not need to utter any dying testimony. Beloved Brothers, also, who were once with us in the College have fallen asleep, having finished their course and kept the faith.

I may add that not only did the King take His mowings at the right time, but in every case I have now before my mind, He took them in the easiest way. He took them gently. Some have a hard fight for it at the last, but in these cases, though there were pains and dying strife, yet at the last their souls were kissed away by the dear lips of Him who named them by their names and said they were His! They fell asleep, some of them so sweetly that those who looked on scarcely knew whether it was the sleep of life or the deeper sleep of eternity. They were gone—they were gone at once to their Lord and their God! Putting all these things together—reflecting that the King has done it, that those He has taken away He has taken to be with Himself, that their present lot is an infinitely better one than anything beneath the moon and considering, too, that we must never grudge the King the heritage which He has so dearly bought, and that He took His mowings at the right time and took them in the happiest manner—we will no longer repine, but we will bless the

II. And now, Brothers and Sisters, allow me for a few minutes to use the subject by way of ADMONITION.

I hardly know whether, under this head, I have grouped together thoughts that are quite admonitory. The first one is to be very joyous. It is this—that as we belong to the King, our hope is that we shall be mown too!We are sitting on the banks of Jordan, especially some of us who are of riper years, waiting for a summons to the court of the Eternal King! It becomes a wonder, sometimes, with aged Christians, why they stay here so long. John Newton, I think, used to marvel at his own age! And Rowland Hill used to say that he half imagined they had forgotten him—and hoped they would soon remember him and send for him. Well, we have not quite gone that length—we who are young—but still we entertain the hope that some fair evening, calm and bright, the angel reaper will come with the scythe. Then shall we, having fulfilled, like the hireling, our day, lay down our tools of labor and take our rest. Then shall we put down our sword, take off our breastplate and unloose the shoes of iron and brass, for we shall fight no more, but take the palm and claim the victory before the House of God! Never let us look forward to this with dread. It is amazing that we should do so—and we would not if our faith were stronger. When faith vividly realizes the rest that remains for the people of God, we are tempted to long to be up and away! Then why should we wish to linger here? What is there in this old musty worn-out world—worm-eaten and full of holes, with its very gold and silver cankered—that can satisfy an immortal spirit? Let us away to the hills of spices and to the mountains of frankincense, where the King in His beauty stands with "helmed cherubim and sworded seraphim" and all the hosts that serve Him day and night, to behold His face, and evermore adore Him! Let us anticipate cheerfully the time when the King's mowings shall also include us!

Brothers and Sisters, the admonition that arises out of all this is, let us be ready. Should not every Christian live every day as if he were going to die that day? Should we not always live as if we knew our last hour to be at the door? If a man in his right state were informed all a sudden, "You will die tonight!" He ought not to have to alter his mode of life one atom! He should be so living that he had nothing more to do but to continue his course. It is remarked of Bengel, the great critic, that "he did not wish to die in spiritual parade, but in the ordinary way—like a person called out to the street door from the midst of business—so much so that he was occupied with the collection of his proof-sheets at his dying season, as at other times." To me, it seems to be the very highest kind of death to die in harness—concluding life without suspending service. Alas, many are unready and would be sadly put about if the midnight cry were suddenly heard. Oh, let us see that everything is in order! Both for this world and the next, nothingshould be left to be hurried over in the last few hours. Christian, is your will made? Are your business affairs all straight? They ought to be— everything ought to be as nearly as you can keep it in perfect order, so that you are ready to go at any minute. Mr. George Whitefield used to so live in anticipation of death that he said, "I never go to sleep at night with even a pair of gloves out of place." Oh, that we would be habitually ready and in order—especially in higher matters—walking before the Lord, as preparing to meet Him!

Then, dear Friends, this departure of many of our fellow workers, while it admonishes us to be ready to go, at the same time teaches us to do twice as much while we are here, seeing that our numbers are being so constantly thinned. A brave soldier, in the day of battle, if he hears that a regiment has been exterminated by the enemies shot and shell, says, "Then those of us that survive must fight all the more bravely! There is no room for us to play at fighting. If they have slain so many, we must be more desperately valiant." And so, today, if one here or there is gone, a useful worker from the Sunday schools, or from the street preaching, then it is time our broken ranks were repaired! O you young men, I pray you, fill up the gap! And you young women who love the Savior, if a Sunday school teacher is gone and you are teaching, teach better! Or if you are not teaching, come and fill the place! My dear Brothers and Sisters, I pray for recruits. I stand like a commander in the midst of my little army and see some of the best smitten down—here one and there one—and what can I do, but as my Master bids me, lead you on and say, "Brothers and Sisters, step into their places! Fill the gaps in the ranks!" Do not let death gain upon us, but even as one goes into the Golden City, let another cry, "Here I am! Call me, also, to my reward!" As for us who are at work, we must labor more zealously than ever, we must pray more fervently than ever! When a certain great man suddenly died in the ministry, I remember, in my young days, an old preacher saying, "I must preach better than ever I did, now that Mr. So-and-So is gone." And you, Christian, whenever a saint is removed, say, "I must live the better to make up to the Church the loss which it has sustained."

One other thought, by way of admonition. If the King has been taking His mowings, then the King's eyes are upon His Church. He has not forgotten this field, for He has been mowing it! We have been praying lately that He would visit us. He has come, He has come! Not quite as we expected Him, but He has come, He has come! Oh yes, and as He has walked these aisles and looked on this congregation, He has taken first one, and then another. He has not taken me, for I am not ready. And He has not taken you, for you are not quite ripe—but He has taken away some that were ripe and ready—and they have gone to be with Him where He is. Well, then, He has not forgotten us, and this ought to stimulate us in prayer! He will hear us! His eyes are upon us!!his ought to stimulate us to self-examination. Let us purge out everything that will grieve Him! He is evidently watching us. Let us seek to live as in His Presence—that nothing may vex His Spirit and cause Him to withdraw from us! Beloved, these are the words of admonition.

III. And, now, a few more words by way of ANTICIPATION. I hardly know under what head to place them. What anticipations are there that come out of the mowing?

Why these. There is to be an after-growth. After the King's mowings, there came another springing up of fresh grass which belonged to the King' s tenants. So we expect, now that the King has been mowing, that we shall have a fresh crop of grass! Is there not a promise, "They shall spring up as among the grass, as willows by the water courses?" Fresh converts will come and who will they be? Well, I look around, but I will not say, with Samuel, as I look at some young man in the gallery, "Surely the Lord has chosen him." Neither will I look down to someone in that area and say, "Surely the Lord has chosen him," but I will bless God that I know He has chosen some and that He means to make this fresh grass spring up to fill up the vacuum caused by the King' s mowings!

Do you know who I should like to come if I might have my preference? Well, where the daughter has died, how glad I should be if the father came, or the brother came. And where the father has died, how I would rejoice if the son should come! And where a good woman has been taken away, how glad would I be if her husband filled up her place! It seems to me as if it were natural to wish that those who loved them best should occupy their position and discharge their work for them. But if that cannot be, I stand here tonight as a recruiting sergeant. My King in His wars has lost some of His men and the regiment needs replenishing! Who will come? I put the colors in my hat, tonight, but I will not stand here and tempt you with lies about the ease of the service, for it is hard service! Yet I assure you that we have a blessed Leader, a glorious conflict and a grand reward! Who will come? Who will come to fill up the gaps in the ranks? Who will be baptized for the dead, to stand in their place of Christian service and take up the torch which they have dropped? I will pass the question round and I hope that many a heart will say, "Oh, that the Lord would have me! Oh, that He would blot out my sins and receive me!" He delights in contrite hearts! He saves such as are of a contrite spirit. He will save whom He will have, but the way to be enlisted is plain! "Oh," you say, "what must I give to be Christ's soldier?" To be the queen's soldier, you do not give anything—you receive a shilling. You takein order to be a soldier of the queen, and so, to be Christ' s soldier, you must take Christ to be your All-in-All, holding out your empty hand and receiving of His blood and righteousness to be your hope and your salvation! Oh, that His good Spirit would sweetly incline your wills that one after another might be made willing in the day of His power! May He thus do—and our hearts will greatly rejoice!

As I read the passage in Amos from which I have taken my text, I noticed something about caterpillars. (The marginal reading calls them "green worms"). It is said that after the King's mowings, there came the caterpillars to eat up the after growth. Oh, those caterpillars! When the poor Eastern farmer sees the caterpillars, his heart is ready to break, for he knows that they will eat up every green thing! And I can see the caterpillars here tonight. There is the great green caterpillar that eats up all before him—I wish I could crush him. He is called the caterpillar of procrastination! There are many, many other worms and locusts which eat up much, but this worm of procrastination is the worst, for just as the green blade is beginning to spring up, this caterpillar begins to eat. I can hear him gnawing, "Wait, wait, wait! Tomorrow, tomorrow! A little more sleep, a little more sleep, a little more sleep!" And so this caterpillar devours our hopes. Lord, destroy the caterpillar and grant that instead of the fathers, may be the children! Instead of the King's mowings, may there come up the after-growth who shall be a rich reward to the farmer and bring glory to the Owner of the soil!

We have reason to pray that the Lord would send the dew and the rain to bring forth the after-growth. "He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass." Now this congregation is like mown grass. God has mown it—a rich mowing has the King taken from us. Now, my Brothers and Sisters, we have the promise—let us plead it before the Throne of God. All the preaching in the world cannot save a soul, nor all the efforts of men. But God's Spirit can do everything! Oh that He would come down like rain upon the mown grass right now! Then shall we see the handful of corn in the earth upon the top of the mountains multiply till its fruit shall shake like Lebanon and they of the city shall flourish like grass of the earth. The Lord send it, the Lord send it now!

If any would be saved, here is the way of salvation—"Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you shall be saved." To believe is to trust. What you have to trust in is this—that Jesus is God, that He became Man, that He suffered in the sinner' s place and that whoever believes in Him shall be forgiven because God has punished Christ instead of Believers. Christ bore God' s wrath instead of every sinner that ever did or ever shall believe in Him! And if you believe in Him, you were redeemed from among men. His substitution was for you and it will save you! But if you believe not, you have no part or lot in this matter. Oh, that you were brought to put your trust in Jesus! This would be the pledge of your sure salvation tonight and forevermore! God bless you, for Christ's sake! Amen.