Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1889-10-25

So,, horeoved? Did not Jesus weep over
I io1ornss oh. yes, like a roe on the
, NOM of Bother Jesus comes bound
inc, 70 your soul to- day. There is one
MASSAGE of Scripture, every word of
which is heart throb: Come unto me,
all We who are weary and heavy laden,
ana will give you rest. Then there
is another passage Just as good: Cast
tby burden on the Lord and he will sus-
lures where the heavenly shepherd
lends the wounded and sick of the flock.
The Son of God stands by the tomb of
Lazarus and will eloriously break it
| omen Mt the right time. Genesaret cam
not toss its waves so high that Christ
cannot walk them. The cruise OF oil will
multiply into an illimitable supply. AZ
ter the orchard seems to have been
robbed of all its fruit, the Lord has one
tree left full of golden and ripe supply.
The requiem may wall with gloom and
with death; but there cometh after
while q song, a chant, an anthem, a bat
tie march. Jubilee, a coronation. Oh,
do YOU not feel the breath of Christ's
troubled ones? Ii you do not I would
like to tell you of the chaplain in the
| army who was wounded so he could not
walk but lie heard at a distance among
the dying a man who said: ooh, my
God' He said to himself: II must
help that man though l can't walk.
| SO he rolled over and rolled through
| his own blood and rolled 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 sooth that mans wound. 1t was SYM
II,
necessitous, and one that he could easily
understand. And so it is with Christ,
though wounded all over Himself, He
hears the cry of our bereavement, the
CRY of our poverty, the cry of our
wretchcdnass and He says: Il must go
and help that soul, and He rolls over
with wounds i'll head, wounds in hands,
wounds in feet, toward us, until He
comes just whore We are weltering in
our own blood, and He puts His arm
over us-and | see it is wounded arm
and it is a wounded hand-and as He
throws His arm over us | hear Him say:
Il 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 Land for which
our souls long. But l have no more
doubt that beyond the cold river there
! is place Of glory and of rest, than we
| have that across the Atlantic 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 a thirsty OK
might drink dry, or mules hoof
trample into mire, compared with the
h1jCr ~ cta11 Il %l.,
throne, on the banks of which river the
armies Of Heaven may rest. and into
whose clear flood 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 go painting in
| summer heat or shivering in winters
cold, and the poor man carries his bur-
den and the vagrant asks for aims, and
along which shuttle the feet Of pain and
want and woe, compared with those
| streets that sound forever with the feet
of Joy and holiness, and those walls
made out of all manner of precious
| stones, the light intershot with refec-
lions from jasper and chrysolite and
topaz and sardonyX and beryl and emer-
aid and chrysoprasus.
Oh, the contrast between this world,
where we struggle with temptation that
Will not be conquered, and that world
where it is perfect Joy, perfect holiness
| and perfect rest Said e little blind
child: Mamma, will [ be blind in
Heaven? "Oh, no, my dear" replied
the mother, you won't be blind in
Heaven" a little lame child said:
Mamma. will | be lame in Heaven"
No, she replied, you wort be lame in
Heaven" Why. when the planest
Christian pilgrim arrives at the heavenly
gate 1t opens to him, and as the angels
come down to escort him in, and they
spread the banquet. and they keep festi-
val over the august arrival. and Jesus
comes with crown and says, Wear
this, and with palm and says, Wave
this, and points to q throne and says:
Mount this" Then the old citizens of
Heaven come around to hear the new
corners con i rectal OF deliverance wrought
for him as the newly arrived soul tells
of the grace that saved him, all the IN
habitants shout the praise of the King,
crying, Praise Him! Praise Him"
quaint John Bunyan caught glimpse
OF that contamination when he said:
Just as the gates were opened to let in
the man, looked in after them, and be-
hold the city shone like the sun; the
streets We're also paved with gold and
III them walked many men with crowns
on their heads and golden harps to
sing praises withal. And after that
they shut up the gates. which when I
had seen l wished myself among Them"
How Man Kills Time.
A man whose head is bullying with