The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1885-03-19
JACKSON. OHIO THURSDAY. MARCH 10. 1895

threatening the mud-slinger for getting
too much water in the mud-mill no steal
ing of neighbors' chickens to roast in the
burning kiln; all WINS merry and full of
life. They perhaps thought that the Di-
vine father was waiting for them, away
up in the beyond, possibly thinking that
when the Tower should be finished He
would come up the winding stairway and
take look at the brickyard.
| AS they labored thus hopefully, God
saw fit to remind them of their littleness,
| and came down and confounded their
| tongues. The pleasant conversation of a
few hours before, was now an unintel-
| legible jabber. There was music in the
air in that neighborhood, at that time.
The conversation doubtless sounded a
good deal like the music of a beer-dog-
gerry at midnight in towns where the ten
o'clock ordinance is in force(D The con-
versation was such that the suffering
Tower-builders were glad to scatter in
disgust to different parts of the earth.
They were sick of the whole business of
building Towers. You could not, perhaps,
have hired one of them to even "off-bear"
in a brick-yard. Thus was the Tower of
Babel projected and begun, and thus it
was that there was nothing but the Babel
left to show the folly of the undertaking.
And thus it will be with all those who
attempt to go in advance of Gods plans.
AS an old lady remarked: There's none
so blind as them as can't seep' The poor,
blind, ignorant mortal, who conceives the
thought that he or she is too progressive
to travel in the slow and sure rut of Gods
plans, and Gods wisdom is placing upon
his or her tongue a spell which shall act
as place in time to come. In the great
day when the Judge of All the Earth
shall come to inspect the work of our
hands and hearts, we fear there will be a
confusion of tongues. When the children
of men gather at last before the Judge
ment Throne, there will doubtless be mu-
sic in the air. The politician will be there,
pleading for spiritual Postoffice; the
doggery-keeper will be there, pleading for
more hcence and less smoke; the dude"
will be there, squirting through his glass
at the light of the Courts countenance,
and lisping out a plea for mercy for a
past life Of idiocy; the smart girP' will
be there, pleading for a restoration of that
purity with which she was once endow-
ed, but which she ruthlessly threw away !;
the murderer will be there, forgiving ev-
eryhody, and pleading for mercy-for his
victims; the man who turned a deaf ear
to the cries of the poor, will be there plead
ing that the Divine Power may open his
ears to the sweet sound: Come, ye bless
ed of my Fatherp' The loafer will be there.
pleading for an easy position on the sun
ny side of the golden street; the book
agent and lightning-rod men will be there
pleading that the wrath, if it must strike
them, may hit them on the cheeks; they
will all be there, but, verify. the clamor
will be so great that neither will under
stand the other, but God will understand
all, and will, it may reasonably be feared,
scatrer many who appear before him
casting some into outer and utter dark
ness. There is A way, however, by which
we may all keep out of the noise and con-
fusion of that great mob: Let our Towers
be simply structures of faith in God, with
the Rock Christ Jesus as a foundation.
Planted upon this, let us endeavor to call
the blessing of the Father down upon
our efforts. He can come to US at His
pleasure. We cannot go to Him, save in
His own time, and according to His own
methods. We want no Tower of Babel
but the Tower of Faith, and Trust, and
Purity.