The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1891-01-01

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her first marriage; In the day when she
wept over his grave; in the day when
she trudged out into the wilderness Of
poverty; In the days when she picked
up the few straws of barley dropped by
ancient custom in the way of the poor.
ASSURANCE FOR THE AFFLICTED.
Oh! yes, the wings of God are broad
wings. They cover up all our wants,
all our sorrows, all our sufferings. He
puts one wing over our cradle, and He
puts the other over our grave. Yes.
my dear friends. It Is not a desert In
which we are placed, it Is a nest. Some
times it is a very hard nest, like that Of
the eagle, spread on the rock, with
ragged moss and rough sticks, but still
is nest; and although it may be very
hard under us. over us are the wings Of
the Almighty. There sometimes comes
period in ones life when he feels for
saken. You said, Everything Is
against lie. The world is against me.
The church Is against me. No SYM
pathy, no hope. Everybody that comes
near me thrusts at me. wonder if
there is God. anyhow"
Everything seems to be going slip
shod and at haphazard. There does
not seem to be any hand on the helm.
Jobs health fails. David's Absalom
gets to be reprobate. Martha's broth
er dies. Abraham's Sarah goes into
the grave OF Machpelah. "Woe worth
the day In which ! was borni" has said
many a Christian. David seemed to
scream out in his sorrow, as he said:
rs his mercy clean gone forever9 And
will he be favorable no more2 And
hath he In anger shut up his tender
lnerciesw Job, with his throat swollen
and nlcered until he could not even
swallow the saliva that ran into his
mouth, exclaims: How long before
thou wilt depart from me and leave
me alone, that l may swallow down
my spittle9" Have there never been
times in your life when you envied
those who were buried7 When you
longed for the gravedigger to do his
work. for your Oh, the faithlessness of
the human heartl Gods wings are
broad, whether we know it or not"
Sometimes the mother bird goes
away from the nest, and it seems very
strange that she should leave the callow
young. She plunges her beak into the
bark OF the tree, and she drops into the
grain field and into the chaff at the
barn door, and into the furrow of the
plough boy. Meanwhile, the birds in
the nest shiver and complain and call
and wonder why the mother bird does
not come back. All, she has gone for
food After while there Is a whirr of
wings, and the mother bird stands on
the edge of the nest, and the little ones
open their mouths and the food ia
dropped in; and then the old bird
spreads out her feathers aad all Is
peace. So, sometimes, God leaves us.
He goes off to get food for our soul,
and than ne comes back after a while
to the nest and says. "Open thy mouth
wide and I will I'LL it," and he drops
into it the sweet promises of his grace,
and the love of God is shed abroad
and we are under his wings-the broad
wings of the Almighty.
THERK Is ROOM FOR ALL
Yes, they are very broadl There Is
room under those wings for the sixteen
hundred millions of the race. You say:
DO not get the invitation too large, for
there is nothing more awkward than to
have more guests than accommoda-
TONS" l know it. The seamen's friend
society is inviting all the sailors. The
tract society is inviting all the desti-
tute. The sabbath schools are inviting
all the children The missionary soci-
ETY. Is inviting all the heather. The
printing presses of the Bible societies
are going night and day, doing nothing
but printing invitations to this great
gospel banquet. And are you not
afraid that there will be more guests
than accommodations Mol All who
have been invited will not half fill up
the table of Gods supply. There are
chairs for more. There are cups for
more. God could with one feather of
his wing cover up all those who have
come, and when he spreads out both
wings they cover all the earth and all
the heavens.
Ye lsraelites, who went through the
Red sea, come under! Ye mulitudes
who have gone into glory for the last
six thousand years, come underl 70
hundred and forty-four thousand, and
The thousands Of Thousands, come
underl Ye flying cherubim and arch
angel, fold your pinions, and come
under! And yet there is rooml Ayi
If God would have all the space under
his wings occupied he must make
other worlds, and people them with
other nyriads, and have other resur-
rection and judgment days, for broader
than all space, broader than thought,
wide as eternity, from tip to tip are
the wings of the Almighty! Obi under
such provision as that can you not re-
joicea Come under. ye wandering, ye
weary, ye troubled, ye SHINING, ye dy-
ing souls! Come under the wings of
the Almighty. Whosoever will come
let him come. However ragged, how
ever wretched, however abandoned.
however woe begone, there is room
enough under the wings-under the
broad wings OF the Almighty Oh,
what gospel so glorious, so magnif-
cent In its provisionl love to preach
1t. 1t Is my life to preach it. It Is nv
heaven to preach it.
THE STRENGTH OF HIS LOVE.
l remark, further, that the wings
under which Ruth came to trust were
strong wings. The strength of birds
wing-of a sea fowls wing for exam
ple-you might guess 1t from the fact
that sometimes for five, six or seven
days it seems to fly without resting.
There have been condors In the Andes
that could overcome an OK or a stag.
There have been eagles that ha va v,;oL