The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-08-11
WEDNESDAY MORNING, AUGUST II, $780,

they are threshlng instruments,
that God just suits to your case.
There is not dollar Of bad debts
on your ledger, or disappoint-
ment about goods that you expect
ed to 90 up but that have gone
down, or a>swindle ofyour busi-
ness partner, or trick on the
part ofthose who are in the same
kind of. business that you are; but
God intended to oVerrule for your
immortal help. "Oh!" you cay,
there is, no need talking that
mag.to mel. don't like to be
cheated and outraged" Neither
does the corn like the corn thrcsh-
er; but after it has been threshed
and winnowed, it has great deal
better 'opinion ofwinnowing mills
and corn threshers. "Well," you
say, "if / could chose my trouble
l would be willing to be troubled"
Ah my brother, then it wotld not
be trouble. You would chose some
thing that would not hurt, and,
unless it hurts, it. does not get
sancti6ed. Your trial, perhaps,
may be childlessness. You are
fond OF children. You say, "Why
does God send children to that
other household, where they are
welcome, and are
BEATEN AND BANGED ABOUT,
when I would have taken them in
the arms of my affection?"
You say: "Apy other trial but
this" Your trial may be dis
figured countenance, or face that
is easily caricatured, and you say:
"Oh l could endure anything if
only l was good looking" And
your trial, perhaps, is a violent
temper and you have to drive it
like six unbroken horses amid the
gunpowder explosions Of a great
holiday, and ever and anon it
runs away with you. Your trial
is the asthma. You say: "Oh, if it
we're rheumatism or neuralgia or
erysipelss, but it is this asthma
and it is such an exhausting thing
to breathe. Your trouble rs a
husband, short, sharp, snappy and
cross about the house, and raising
a small riot because a button is off j!
How could you know the button
is OFF, Your trial is a wife ever
in contest with the servants, and
she is a sloven. Though she was
very careful about her appearance
in your presence once, now she is
careless because she says her for
tune is made! Your trial is a
hard school-lesso1 you cannot
learn, and you lave bitten your
fnger-nails until they are sight
to behold. Everybody has some
vexation or annoyance or trial,
and be or she thinks it is the one
least adapted. "Any thing but
this" all say, ,"Any thing but this"
O my hearers, arc you not asham.
ed to be complaining all this time
against God? Who manages the
affairs Of this world, any how?
Is it an infinite Modoc? or Sit
ting Bull savage? or an omnipo-
tent Mana Sahlb? No; it is the
most merciful and glorious and
wise Being in ali the universe.
You cannot teach Omnipotence
anything.
You have fretted and worried
almost enough. Do you not think
so? Some Of you are making
yourselves ridiculous in the sight
of the angels. Here is a naval
architect and. he draws out, the
plan of a ship of many thousand
tons. Many workuen are engag-
ed on it for long while. The
ship is done, and some day, with
the flags up and the air gor-
.geous with bunting, that vessel is
launched for Southampton. At
that time a lad six years of age
comes running down the dock with
a toy boat, which he has made
with his own jack knife, and he
says: "Here, my boat is better
than yours; just look at this jib
boom and these weather cross jack
braces, and be drops his little boat
beside the great ship, and there
ia roar Of laughter on the docks
ion my friends, that great ship is
your life IS God planned it-Tast,
million-tonned, ocean destined,
eternity bound. That little boat
is your life as you are trying to
hew it out and fashion it and