The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1891-07-31

Gods dealings with us are inexplicable.
| That was the original force of my text
The rain was a great mystery TO the an
GENTS They could not understand
/ how the water should get into the cloud,
and. getting there. how it should be
suspended; or, falling, why it should
come down in drops Modern science
/ comes along and says there are two
portions of air of different tempera-
ture, and they are charged with moist
ure, and the one portion of air decrease
in temperature so the water may no
longer be held in vapor, and il falls.
And they tell us that some of the clouds
that look TO be only as large as a mans
hand, and to be almost quiet in the
heavens, are great mountains of mist
4. 200 feet from base to top, and that
they rush miles a minute. But after
all the brilliant experiments of DR..
James Huston and Saussure and other
scientists, there is an infinite mystery
about the rain. There is an ocean of
the unfathomabie in every rain-drop,
and God says to-day, as He said in the
time of Job: IF you can not under
stand one drop of rain, do not be sur
prised If my dealings with you are in
explicable."
Why does that aged man, decrepit,
beggared, vicious, sick of the world,
and the world sick of him. live on,
while here is man in mid1ife, conse-
Grated to God, Woodworking, useful in
every repect. who dies? Why doesthat
old gossip, gadding along street about
everybody's business but her own, have
such good health, while the Christian
mother with flock of little ones about
her whom she is preparing for useful
ness and for Heaven-the mother whom
you think could not be spared an hour
from that household-why does she lie
down and die with a cancer? WHY does
that man, selfish TO the core, 60 on
adding fortune TO fortune, consum-
ing everything on himself, continue
to prosper, while that man. who has
been giving 10 per cent. of all his in
come TO God and the church, goes into
bankruptcy? Before we make stark
fools of ourselves. let Us stop pressing
this everlasting why" Let us wor-
ship where we can not understand. Let
a man take the one question, 'Why?"
and follow it far enough, and push it.
and he will land in wretchedness and
perdition. We want in our theology
fewer interrogation marks and more
exclamation points Heaven is the
place for explanation. Earth is the
place for trust. If you can not under
stand so minute thing as rain-drop,
how can you expect to understand Gods
dealings? Hath the rain father"
Again, my text makes me think that
the rain OF tssrs is of divine origin
Great clouds of trouble sometimes
hover over us. They are black and they
are gorged, and they are thunderous.
They are more portentous than Salvador
or Claude ever painted-clouds of pow
erty, or persecution, or bereavement.
They hover over us, and they get darker
and blatker, and after a while a tear
starts, and we think by an extra pres
sure of the eyelid 10 stop it. Others fol-
low, and after awile there is shower
OF fearful emotion. Yea, there is rain
of tears. Hath that rain a father?"
co." you say, "a tear is nothing but
a drop of limpid fluid secreted by the
lachrymal glands only sign of weak
eyes Great mistake It is one of the
Lords richest henedictions to the
world There are people in BlackwelPs
Island Insane asylum, and at Utica, and
at all the asyiums of this land, who
were demented by the fact that they
could not cry at the right time. Said
maniac in one of our public insti-
tutions under a Gospel sermon that
started the tears: DO you see that
tear? That is the first | have wept in
twelve years. think it will help my
brain" There are great many in
the grave who could not stand any
longer under the glacier of trouble. If
that glacier had only melted into weep
ing, they could have endured it, There
have been times in your life when YOU
would have given the world, if you had
possessed IL, for one tear You could
Shrek, you could blaspheme, but YOU
could not cry. Have you never seen
man holding the hand of dead wife,
who had been all the world to him;
The temples lIvid with excitement, the
eye dry and frantic, no moisture on the
upper or lower lid You saw there
were bolts of anger in the clouds, but
no rain.
To your Christian comfort he said:
Don't talk 10 me about God; there is
no God; or II there is | hate Him; don't
talk to me about God; would He have
left me and these motherless children"
But few hours or days later, coming
across some lead pencil that she owned |
in life, or some letters which she wrote |
when he was away from home, with an |