The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1872-06-27
Whole No. 1883.


suhcleney is now creeping; We,
who have dark forebodings as We
step out into the unknown future
Come, ye, and let US contemplate
this last great promise of Christ TO
you, that ye may extract comfort.
encouragement and strength for the
laborS, cares and sufferings of life.
Come, look upon the face of a syn-
pathizing Savior and listen to his
words of love, as he sends you forth
into the world upon your mission of
mercy to suffering humanity. Come
upon this sacred Sabbath morning.
and hold sweet converse with Jesus
ere you step out into a world of Ia
Dor and pain, and from his words
gain strength for life's conflicts.
1. Christ soith yoN Is it a facts
1t has been doubted in all ages. and
in this enlightened age quite as
stoutly as in any other. "God is an
abstraction" the objector saws,
"and has neither love nor sympathy
with anything He has created.
We stand alone, subject. to mex
orable law, and must meet our fate
as bravely as we can. There is no
God to whom we can pray, no God
to whom we can look for protection.
No light in the darkness o. this
world, no help in our weakness.
We can only live, suffer and die,
with no pity or sympathy or aid
from our Creator.
The disciples doubted, and we but
half believe that we have the CON-
slant protection of God. How
beautifully and completely Christ
answers the doubling disciples
"Behold the lilies of the field - L
am with them ; my eye is upon
the tender blade as it comes forth to
the light; I shed the sweet sunlight
upon it; bathe it in the gentle
night dews; I carefully watch over
its growth; little by little 1 open
the maturing bud and my hand
gives the flower its form of exquis-
lite beauty and grace; L paint it
with gorgeous colors of the richest
delicacy, so that Solomon in all his
glory was not arrayed like one of
these" 1t lives its short life and
dies, but 1 am there to insure its
resurrection when the balmy air of
Spring returns.
"Behold the fowls of the air." 1
care for them. 1 hear the ravens
cry. / watch over the sparrow's
rapid flight through the ethereal ex-
panse. 1 lead it to the pure brooks
that it may quench its thirst. 1
point out to it where lis food lies,
so that it has no need of barns or
stOre-houses. L give it its song of
joy and its rich plumage. 1 give it
home among the orange blossoms
and the spice fields of southern
climes when winters chilling SHOWS
begin to fall and northern winds
bleakly blow. 1 Iappoint it place
to lay its young, even in my courts,
saith the Lord, and when it dies it
falls not without my notice, for I
am there to watch over its dying
struggles.
Oh, ye of little faith, how much
better are ye than many sparrows |
ye, to whom gave my own image;
ye, whose body 1 moulded with my
own hands, giving it powers so
fearful and wonderful I'VE into whom
1 breathed a portion of my own i'm
mortal vitality ye whose existence
reaches through the endless cycles
of eternity ye, my children-heav-
en-bornI Can forget you? Shall
not my love forever continue with
you? Will you not have my SYM
pathy and care amid your sufferings
and Iabors? Surely, 81 will never
leave you nor forsake you. Lo, I
am with you every day, even unto
the end of the world"
2. Christ Nth as. 1t is a mys-
terry 1 do not understand it. With
out doubt it is beyond your compre-
hension, for "without controversy
great is the mystery of godliness." )"
The inspired apostle did not under-
stand it; the ways of God are past
finding out. All is a mystery. The
flower beneath your feet is inscruta-
BILE. The showers bathe its feet, the
dews cool its brow, the sunlight
paints it with the royal tints of the
rainbow, and it lives and thrives
but it is a mystery how. No man
can tell you why. Listen, strain
[ your ear to the utmost. Do yoU
, hear the forces lifting up the atoms
. one by one and placing them in po
sition? Look closely, intently. d.
you see the pencil adding tint aftel
tint, with a skill that deies compe
tition? No, your ear is too dull tC
! hear the divine artisan your eye
too dim TO see the hand that paints
with the sunbeam. 1t is all mys'
} terry. You pluck the flower; ii
, grieves, fades; little by little II
breathes out its sweet life, like q
maiden in consumption's arms, and
dies. That strange something that
gave it its life and beauty has gone
You did not see it as it futtered
away you simply know that it is
{ gone. The flower is dead. You
, look upon it and wonder at the
change. You comprehend it not