The Anglican pulpit library, [sermons, outlines and illustrations for Sundays and Holy Days] . nnouncing thatthe hour has struck, that the terror has come, that death is in-evitable, has shattered and dispersed all the minor infirmities whichhung about the temper, and has carried with it a great calm. Thesurface waters which every breeze had rippled, which tossed andfoamed in their ebb and flow every day, are withdrawn, and the quietunder-rocks of the life disclose themselves, the man listens to thewords that had so often struck a chill into his veins even in mereimagination of their possibili
The Anglican pulpit library, [sermons, outlines and illustrations for Sundays and Holy Days] . nnouncing thatthe hour has struck, that the terror has come, that death is in-evitable, has shattered and dispersed all the minor infirmities whichhung about the temper, and has carried with it a great calm. Thesurface waters which every breeze had rippled, which tossed andfoamed in their ebb and flow every day, are withdrawn, and the quietunder-rocks of the life disclose themselves, the man listens to thewords that had so often struck a chill into his veins even in mereimagination of their possibility, and, lo ! he finds himself strangelycontrolled, unalarmed, and steady. The fate that all have to face iscome, is here; and as all qualifications of its rigorous reality dropaway, as all delays and postponements are swept aside, the force thatis in us rises to the crisis. Something firm, resolute, and heroicspeaks at last, c Well, let me face the whole of it. Such is the strengthening relief which comes from knowing andfacing the worst; and it is something of this which seems to speak44. OUTLINES ON THE GOSPEL to us out of the quiet words of the householder in our Lords parable,4 An enemy hath done this. There is no attempt at escaping fromthe conviction. There is no glossing over the disaster, no protesting,no struggle, no anger. There is nothing more to be said. It hasbeen done, and an enemy hath done it. 4 An enemy hath done this. II. Deep and far back the words will carry us. They seem to issuein their patient calm out of that first hour when God the Father,moving in the evening amid the trees of the garden, called to the manthat He had made to come out of his miserable hiding-place. Therehe stood—convicted, afraid, disgraced, fallen ; he who had been madeso good. It was all gone now—that blessed innocence, the hope ofhappy days, of sinless growth—gone the sweet companionship thatmight have sprung up so slowly and tenderly out of that earlyinstinctive sense of Gods
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