The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1886-11-12
written tor the MONITOR.
LITTLE


By j. M $.
A little child of its W motion prayed,
80 God keep me from worshipping a dol
lar! the dollar can't help me; the dollar
can't care for me; but you can a
prayer that which christians need to offer
with all the energy of their hearts. Are
we not worshipping the dollar when we
lean upon it rather than upon God; when
without it we tremble for our daily bread,
when with it laid up for many years we
feel safe and forget Him unto whom Jesus
taught us to pray Give us each day our
daily bread? Are we not worshipping it
when we refuse to go forward in Gods
work without We see our support assured,
not by Him, but by somebody's dollar?
And has not our Master declared that we
can not serve two masters? In thus so i'm
plicitlY trusting the dollar, and leaning
never at all upon the strong arm of our
Father, are We not simply mammon worship
pers, trying to divide our hearts between
God and money. and giving money all the
confidence, all the worship? Truly in view
of the immortal soul, and its eternity lying
beyond death, and the fact Of its only sal
walton being in bowling absolutely in full
self-surrender to God, there is but this one
prayer touching our entire life, so God
keep me from worshipping a dollar. the
dollar can't help me; the dollar can't care
for me, but thou can'st.a God keep us
indead from On low :, deoradinp en- Insiuu
a worship as the worship of
And may we learn, first leaning upon Him,
to make the great power of money invest
ed in boarding Golfers, 30 be busy in doing
His will by blessing in His name all the
sad and unfortunate children of men.
The man who is living for this life alone
is a man who is spending all his time and
energy upon the scaifold as il that were the
building itself. He is putting the finest
woods into it, carving them most beauti-
fully, decorating them with finest touches
Of the artist, upholstering them with silks
and puppies, e%ushioning them into a couch
of pleasant ease; and by and by when the
scaffold is taken down by the hands of
death, he is nothing, the beautiful, costly
scaffold is worthless, helpless dust, and he
shivers out homeless into the great eternity.
Foolish man! Be thou not SO foolish,
Give thy wealth, and strength and time
unto building a strong, beautiful, eternal
home, a home of the soul founded upon the
rock Of Righteousness, and built up of the
enduring stones of holiness, and made
beautiful with all the fine touches of broth
erly love. Use this life as God meant you
to use it, as scaifold. not as building. Use
it so that when it is taken from thee, thou
mayst have an eternal habitafion.
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When an artist would have certain colors
harmonic he mixes them all in the same
color, leading them out into the different
shades of individuality. And so in christ
tian fellowship. We are men Of all shades,
but we are toned into q harmony because
the blood of Jesus is the basal color Of us
all. Individual are we, ourselves through
and through, but the tone that harmonizes
us lHtO Il iitlUuJ 10 tue iO'S Va oOu.
love of God and tic love of brother make
the white ray of light that, breaking
through the prism OF each mans faith.
personality and activity, fills the world
with the shimmering glory of rainbow
colors.
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A heart without any cross of Christ in
it is a heart worthless with its back
of every nobleness, as death lies at the root
of every blossom. God died that the world
might live and He in the world might live.
Jesus is spoken OF as the Lamb slain from
the foundation of the world and does
not this mean that in the beginning was
the fact that we everywhere in nature see a
death at the root of a life? Truly, then,
it is by dying that we live. He that loseth
his life shall find it, and he that fndeth
his life shall lose it-sacrifice the death
that lies at the root Of the blossom Of a
noble life.
Gods unsearclable mercy is his greatest
blessing, and man will never know a high
er beauty in all his life. All beauties in
deed must flow from this one as their
heart of inexpressible glory. Mercy is in
deed but the heart of God overlooking in
creative love, making beauty of holiness
for his own joy and the joy of the holy.
And so only he who is learning to be merci-
fnl is learning to be like God.
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The heart of Jesus is a magic loom in
whose wonderful, u~nsearchable skill the
threads of mans sinful heart are woven
into a spotlesS garment of holiness.
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That is not true friendship upon which
the shadow of the cross has not fallen, the
friendship holding faithful until the. light
within the shadow breaks the gloom,
making it an abiding glory.
Theory throwing the threads OF practice
is the weaver whose able hand is weaving
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