Milford chronicle. [volume] (Milford, Del.) 1878-1974, 1891-07-10
MILFORD, DEL, FRIDAY, JULY 10, 1891.
he have LETT me and these motherless chill

he have left me and these motherless chill
dren?n
But a few hours or days after, com
ing across some lead pencil chat she owned
IN life, or some letters which she wrote
when he was away from home, with an
cutlery that appals, there bursts the fOun-
tSin Of tears, and as the sunlight Of Gods
consolation strikes that fountain Of tears,
you find out that it is tender hearted.
merciful, pitiful and all compassionate
God who was the father Of that rain. "Oh, "
you say, "it is absurd to think that God
is going to watch over tears" No, my
friends There are three. or four kinds Of
them that God counts, bottles and eter-
nizes. First, there are all parental tears,
and there are more Of these than of any
other kind, because the most of the race die
in infaRsy. and that keeps parents mourn
ing all around the world. They never get
over it. They may live TO shout and sing
afterward, but there is always 4 corridor
in the soul that is silent, though it once re-
sounded.
Ny parents never mentioned the death
OF a child who died fifty years before with
out tremor in the voice aud a sigh, oh,
how deep fetchedl It was better she should
die. It was a mercy she should die. She
would have been a lifelong invalid. But
you cannot argue away parents grief
How often you hear the moan, ".Oh, my
child, my chiidP' Then there are the fHial
tears. Little children soon get over the
loss of parents. They are easily diverted
with new toy. But where Is the man
that has come to thirty OF forty or fifty
years Of age, who can think OF the old
people without having all the fountains OF
his soul stirred upi You may have had to
take care of her a good many years, but
you never eau forget how she used to take
care Of you
There have been many sea captains con-
verbed in OR church, and chs popularity
of them was that they were nearly all
prayed ashore by their mothers. though
the mothers went into the dust soOn after
they went to sea. Have you never heard
an old man in delirium Of some sickness
call for his motherg The fact is we get
so used to calling for her thefrst ten years
of our life we never get over it. and when
she goes away from Us it makes deep sOr-
row. You sometimes, perhaps, in days of
trouble and darkness, when the world
would say, "You ought TO be able to take
care of yourself''-you wake up from your
dreams finding yourself saying, "Oh, moth
erl mOtherW Have these tears no divine
origini Why, take all the warm hearts
that ever beat in all lands, and in al ages,
and put them together and their united
throb would be weak compared with the
throb Of Gods eternal sympathy. Yes,
God also is father Of all that rain Of re-
pentance.
Did you ever see a rain of repentance? Do
e ~. L.
pent2 see people going around trying to
repent. They cannot repent. Do you
know no man can repent until God helps
him to repentg How do l knOwi By this
passage, "Him hath God exalted to be
prince and Saviour to give repentance"
Oh, it is a tremendous hour when one
wakes up and says: 4 am bad man.
have not sinned against the Laws Of the
land, but ! have wasted my life; God
asked me for my services and / haven't
given those services. Oh, my sins; God
forgive me-" When that tear starts it
thrills all heaven An angel cannot keep
his eye Off it, and the church Of God Rssem-
bles around, and there is acommingling Of
tears, and God is the Father of that rain,
the Lord, long suffering, merciful and gra-
cious
THE CITY OF A MOTHERS HEART.
In religious aSsemblage a man arose
and said: II have been a very wicked man;
/ broke my mothers heart / became an
infidel, but ! have seen my evil way,
and l have surrendered my heart TO
God, but it is grief that l never can
get over that my parents should never
have heard Of my salvation; don't know
they are living or dead" While
yet he was standing in the audience a
voice from the gallery said, 'Oh, my son,
my sonr' lie looked up and he recognized
her. It was his old mother She had been
praying for him great many years, and
when at the foot of the cross the prOdigal
son and the praying mother embraced each
other, there was a rain, a tremendous rain,
of tears, and God was the Father Of those
tears. Oh, that God would break US down
with a sense of our sin, and then lift US
with an appreciation OF his mercy. Tears
over our wasted life. Tears over grieved
spirit Tears over an injured father Oh,
that God would move upon this audience
with great wave of religious emotionl
The king of Carthage was dethrOped /
His people rebelled against him. He was
driven into Punishment. His wife and
children were outrageOusly abused. Years |
went by, and the king of Carthage made |
many friends. He gathered up a great |
army. He marched again toward Car
-hage. Reaching the gates Of Carthage /
the best men of the place came out bare
footed and bareheaded, and with ropes |
around their neclSs, crying for mercy. |
They said, I'VE abused you and we abused /
Jour family, but we cry for mercy" The |
king of Carthage looked down upon the |
people from his chariot and said: II came |
10 bless, didn't come to destroy, You |
lrove me out, but this day pronounce |
pardon for all the people. Open the gates
and let the army come in" The king |
marched in and took the throne, and the |
people all shouted, Long live the kingW
Ny friends, you have driven the Lord /
Jesus Christ, the King Of the church, |
lway from your heart; you have been NAL
,reating him all these years; but he comes
puck today. He stands in front of the gates
Il your soul. If you will only pray for his
,ardon he will meet you with his gracious
pirit and he will say: "Thy sins and thine
niquities | will remember no more. Open
vide the gate; will take the throne. Ny |
ieace ! give unto YOU" And then, all
Trough this audience, from the young and
rom the old, there will be a rain Of teays,
nd God will be the father of that rainl
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