Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1889-10-26

suffering, or hight any battles where
do not lead the wayl Follow mel"
Again i remark, that w are to look
TO Christ as a sympathizer. Is there
anybody in tho house today who does
not want sympathy? l do not know
how anybody can live without sympa-
thy. There arc those, however, who
have gone through very rough paths in
life who had no divine arm TO lean on.
How they got along / do not exactly
know. Their fortunes took wings in
some unfortunate investment and few
away. The bank failed, and they but
toned up a penniless pocket. Ruthless
spectators carried off the fragments of
an estate they were twenty-five years in
getting with hard work. How did they
stand il without Christ? Death came
into the nursery and there was an empty
crib. One voice less in the household.
One fountain less of Joy and laughter.
Two hands less, busy all day long in
sport. Two feet less to go
bounding and romping through the
hall. Two eyes less to beam
with love and gladness. Through
all that house shadow after shadow,
shadow after shadow until 1t was mid
night. How did they get through it?
i do not know. They trudged the great
Sahara with no water in the goat skins.
They plunged to their chin In the slough
OF despond and had no one to lift them.
In an dnseaworthy craft they put out
into 8 black Euroclydon.
My brother, my sister, there Is a balm
that cures the worst wound. There Is a
light that will kindle up the worst dark
ness. There is q harbor from the rough
est ocean. You need and may have the
Saviour's sympathy. You cannot get on
this way. | see your trouble is wearing
you out body and mind and soul. /
come on no FOOLS errand today. / come
with a balm that can heal any wound.
Are you sick? Jesus was sick. Are you
weary? Jesus was weary. Are you
prosecuted? Jesus was prosecuted. Are
you bereaved? Did not Jesus weep
over Lazarus? Oh, yes, like a roe on
the mountains of Bother Jesus comes
bounding to your soul today. There is
n passage OF Scripture, every word
Of which is a heart throb: Come unto
me, all We who are weary and heavy
and heavy laden, and / will give you
rest" Then there is another passage
just as good: 'Cast thy burden on the
Lord and he will sustain thee" Oh,
there are green pastures where the
heavenly shepherd leads the wounded
and sick Of the flock.
The Son of God stands by the tomb Of
Lazarus and will gloriously break it
open at the right time. Genesaret al
not toss its waves so high that Christ
cannot walk them. The cruise Of oil
will multiply into an illimitable sup
ply. After the orchard seems to have
been robbed Of all it's fruit, the fruit
has one tree left, full of golden and
ripe supply. The requiem may wall
with gloom and with death; but there
cometh after a while a song, a chant, an
anthem, a battle march, a jubilee, a cor
onation. Oh, do you not feel the breath
Of Christ's sympathy now, you wounded
ones, you troubled ones? IL you do not,
| would like to tell you of the chaplain
in the army who was wounded so he
could not walk, but he heard at a dis
lance among the dying a man who said;
''Oh, my Godl' He said to himself: Il
must help that man though / can't
walk"
So he rolled over and rolled through
his own blood and relied on over many
of the slain, until he came where this
poor fellow was suffering and he
preached to him the comfort of the Cos
pei, and with his own wound he seemed
to soothe that mans wound. 1t was
sympathy going out towards an object
most necessitous, and one that he could
easily understand. And so it is with
Christ, though wounded all over him
self, he hears the cry Of our repentance,
the cry Of our bereavement, the cry of
our poverty, the cry OF u wretched-
ness, and he says: 81 must 60 and help
that SOUL" and he rolls over with
wounds in head, wounds in hands,
wounds in feet, toward us, until he
comes just where we are weltering in
our own blood, and he puts his arm
over us-and l see 1t Is a wounded arm
and 1t Is o wounded hand-and as he
throws his arm over US I hear him say:
III have loved thee with an everlasting
love-"
Again, we must look to Christ as our
final rescue. We cannot with these
eyes, however good our sight may be,
catch a glimpse Of the heavenly and
for which souls long. But / have
no more doubt that beyond the cold
river there is a place of glory and of
rest, than we have that across the At
lantic ocean there Is another continent.
But the heavenly land and this land
stand In mighty contrast. This is
barrenness and that verdure. These
shallow streams Of earth which q thirsty
Ok might drink dry, or q mules hoof
trample into mire, compared with the
bright, crystalline river from under the
throne, on the banks Of which
river the armies of heaven may
rest, and into whose clear food
the trees of life dip their branches.
These instruments of earthly music,
so easily racked into discord, compared
with the harps that thrill with eternal
raptures, and the trumpets that are so
musical that they wake the dead.
These streets along which we 60 pant
ing in summer heat or shivering in win
ter's cold, and the poor man carries his
burden and the vagrant asks for aims,
and along which shuttle the feet
OF pain and want and woe, COM
pared with those streets that
sound forever with the feet Of Joy
and holiness. and those walls made
out of ali manner Of precious stones, the
light intershot with reflections from
jasper and chrysolite and topaz and sar-
donyx and beryl and emerald and chry-
soprasus.
Oh, the contrast between this world,
where we struggle with temptation that
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