Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1885-03-23

bruises of the child. If the child have a
splinter in its hand, it wants the mother to
take it out, and not the father. The
father says, "0h, that is. moth
ing" but the mother knows
it is something and that a little hurt some
times is very great hurt. So with God,
Our. Mother. All oursannoyances are i'm:
portant enough to look at and sympathize
with. Nothing with God is something.
There are no ciphers in Gods arithmetic.
And if we were only good enough of sight,
we could see as much through microscope
as through telescope Those things that
may be impalpable and infnitesimal to US
may be pronounced and infinite to God. A
mathematical point is defined as having no
parts, as magnitude. 1t is so small you
cannot imagine it and yet mathematical
point may be a starting point for great
eternity. Gods surveyors carry q very long
chain. A scale may be very. delicate that
can weigh grain, but Gods scale is so
delicate that he can weigh with it that which
is 80 small that a grain is million times
heavier. When John Kitto, poor boy on
q back street of Plymouth, cut his foot with
q piece of glass, God bound it up so sue
eessessfnIly that he became the great
Christian geographer, and a commentator
known among all nations. So every wound
of the soul, however insignificant, God is
willing to bind up. As at the first cry OF the
child the mother rushes to kiss the wound,
so God, Our Mother, takes the smallest
wound of the heart AMI presses it to the
lips of divine sympathy. "As one whom his
mother comforteth, so will comfort you"
Iremark further that God has
A Mothers Patience For the Erring.
If one does wrong, first his associates in
life cast him off; If he goes on in the wrong
way, his business partner casts. him off; If be
goes on, his best friends cast him off-his
father casts him off, But after all others
have cast him Off where does he go? Who
holds no grudge and torgives the last time
as we'll as the irst2 Who sits by the MUIR
derers counsel all through the long trial?
Who tarries the longest at the windows of
culprit's cell? Who, when all others think
i'll of a man, keeps on thinking well Of him :
1t is his mother. God bless her gray hairs,
if she be still alive; and bless her grave if
she is gone; and bless the rocking chair in
which she used to sit; and bless the cradle
that she used to rock; and bless the Bible
she used to read. So God, our mother, has
patience for all the erring. After every
body else has cast man OIL, God our
mother, comes to the rescue. God leaps to
take charge of bad case. After all the
other doctors have got throughShe heavenly
physician comes in. Human sympathy at
such a time does not amount to much.
Even the sympathies of the church, am
sorry to say, often does not amount to
much. / have seen the most harsh and
bitter treatment on the part of
those who professed faith in Christ,
toward those who were wavering and erring.
They tried on the wanderer sarcasm and
Billipgsgate and caricature, and they tried
little tattle. There was one thing they
didn't try, and that was forgiveness. A
soldier in England was brought by ser
geant to the colonel what" says the
colonel bringing that man here again?
We have tried everything with him oh,
no." says the sergeant, there is one thing
YOU have not tried. would like yol to
try that. what is it?' said the colonel.
Said the man, forgiveness. The case
had not gone so far but it might take that
turn, and so the colonel said: Well young
man, you have done so and SO; what is
your excuse" II have no excuse, but |
am very sorry" said the man. eve have
made up our minds to forgive you, said the
colonel. The tears started. lie had nsyer
been accosted in that way before. His life
was reformed and that was the starting
point for a truly Christian life. Oh, church
OF God, quit your sarcasm when man
falls. Quit your irony, quit your title tat
tie, and try forgiveness. God, your mother,
tries it all the time. A mans sin may be
like continent but Gods forgiveness is
like the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, bonnd'
ing it on both sides.
The Bible often talks about Gods hand,
| wonder how it looks? You remember
how your mothers hand looked, though
thirty years ago it withered away. 1t was
different from your fathers hand When
you were to be chsstised you had rather
have mother punish you than father 1t
lid not hurt so much. And fathers hand
was different from mothers, partly because
it had outdoor toll and partly because
God Inte ended It to be Different.
The knuckles were more firmly set and
the palm was calloused. But mother s
hand was more delicate. There were blue
vens running through the back Of it.
Through the fingers, some OF them, were
pricked with needle, the palm Of 1t was
very soft, was there ever a poultice like that
% lake pain out of a wound? So God s
hard is mothers hand. What it touches
It heals. II it smite you il does not hurt as
lit were another hand. o, you poor wan,
deling soul in sin, it is not ba'lf band
hat seized you to-day. 1t is not a cold
hard. tits not an ehemy's hand, No. 1t
is gentle hand, loving hand, sympa'
thetic hand, a soft hand, mothers hand
"As one whom his mother comtorteth so
will, comfort you.
Iwant to say, finally, that God has a
mother way OF putting a child to sleep.
You know there is no cradle song like a
mothers. After the excitement OF the
evening it is almost impossible to get the
child to sleep. 1.-THE rocking chair stops a
moment, the eyes are wide open; but the
mothers patience and the mother soothing
manner keep on, until after awhile the angel
of Slumber puts bis wing over the pillow.
Well, my dear brothers and sisters in
Christ, the time will come when we will be
wanting to be put to sleep. The day Of our
work will be done. The shadows of the
night of death will be gathering around
us. When we want God to soothe US to
sleep, let the music at our ringing not be
the dirge Of the organ, or the knells Of the
church tower, or the drumming Of a dead
march" but let it be the hush OF mother 6
LULLABY. o. the cradle of the grave will be
soft with the pillow Of all the promises
When we are being rocked with that last
slumber l want this to be your cradle song;
As one whom mother comforteth so Will
/ comfort yours
"AsleeD in Jesus! Far from thee,
Nv kindred In their graves may be,
But there Il still 4 blessed sleep, .
From which none ever wake TO weep
A Scotchman was dying. His daughter
Nellie sat By the bedside. Ii was Sunday
evening and the church bells were ringing,
o.l6n, tba ,aonla IN church The good old