Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1879-12-18
The Golden Text.

The minister of Isley sat in his
study late on Saturday night, a wea.
ny and disheartened man he had
just finished a week of ardurous du.
ties, and harassing cares, and he had
not expected to preach the next day.
as he was suffering from severe
cold; but bis anticipated help had
not come, and his sermon was un-
written, and himself in anything but
a devotional frame of mind-for min
listers, after all, if they are embassa.
doris of Christ, are human. Their
physical natures are often weak, and
their spiritual condition is not always
perfect, even with the divine help
they constantly implore.
On this night Mr.. Redmond
leaned his aching head on his study
table, aud almost wished that he
were not minister, that he might
nt laes. --arn-;ae hes ee---:,--
comforts they so much needed, that
so much would not be expected of
him, and SO little given in return. He
was not even sure that he bad the
sympathy and prayers of his people,
they were so distant toward him and
he felt strongly tempted to have no
service on the next day in the
church, and SO excuse himself alto
gether.
But was that doing his Masters
work? No. He could not prepare
a written sermon at that late hour in
his present depression of spirits, but
he could talk to the people affection
ately from the pulpit, as father to
his children.
He opened Bible to select a text,
and chose the first his eye rested on :
'Bear we one another's burdens"
Never had be spoken SO impress
lively as he did on that. day never
had the relation OF pastor and people
seemed nearer to him, or his sacred
office of more endearing beauty. He
spoke of the sanity fellowship of
Christians upon earth, and his heart
was in what be said.
His people had ouly respected him
before that day they loved him.
There were some narrow minded
men in he congregation one Of
these sat next day in his comfortable
home and talked with his wife anc
children over yesterdays sermon.
cit seems to me Mr.. Redmond
felt badly" he said.
81 thought so to-" said his wife.
"Kitty, have been thinking over
that text, and have concluded to bear
his burden little"
Chow can we do i,?" she asked.
GIVE got sight more of that
smooth hickory wood than | can use
10 two years, and | will give him
couple of cords. | think that will
help him little
KITTY said, Yes, do" and mental.
ly resolved that when pork time
came, a snug ham and sausage mea
should find its way to the parsonage
But that was not all the good tba
text did.
John Collins was a night watch
man at the warehouse of Baker 81 Co
He was a poor man and his wife sick
and do what he would he could o
make both ends meet.
There was trlfe of money com
ing to him from first employer, bu
IL would not be due till three months
If he could borrow that, it woul
make him straight again But wher
could he borrow it? His compan
ions were as poor as he. The minis
ter might lend it, for he had been.
good friend to John, but be someho,
thought Mr.. Redmond needed all I'd
money be got. Mr.. Baker, his eu
ployer, was rich, and he would new
er need it, but be was very close
John knew that. However, for III
sake of his little Nellie at home. sicl
aud his wife pale sufferer, he mad
bold to ask, standing by the rlc
mans desk, aud twirling his rimles
bat, and telling his story plainly an
emphatioally. Mr.. Baker heard biz
through, and then looked at biz
from head to foot.
81 cannot help yon," wss on b
lips, when like an inspiration cam
Sundays text to the mind.
"Bsar ye one another's burdens
Aud he counted the money an
gave it to the man.
"You have been honest and faiti
ful in the past, john" was all
said.
Mrs. Weston had never thought
inquire into the circumstances OF Il
woman who did her washing. stan'
! ing all day at the weary work. B
that Monday morning, when 81
6 went into the kitchen. and sar In