The Bossier banner., 1891-11-05

d dcOO changed his udule, anu 4lO ScliANNA
him Benjamin. The meaning OF the
name she gave was "Scn OF my pain.
The meaning of the name the father
gave was ''son of my right hand" And
was not Christ the son of pain? All
the sorrows of Rachel in that hour,
when she gave her child over into the
hands of strangers, was nothing COM
pared with the struggles of God when
He gave up His only Son. The Omnipo-
tent God in a birth throc! And was
not Christ appropriately called "Son
of the right hand?" Did not
Stephen look into Heaven and see
Him standing at the right hand OF
Gcd. And does not Paul speak of Him
as standing at the right hand OF God
making intercession for us? Son of
Victory! The deepest emotions of O.
souls ought to be stirred at the soul
of that nomenclature. In your pray
/ ers plead His tears, His sufferings, Ills
sorrows and His heath. If you refuse
to do it all the corn-cribs and the pal
aces of Heaven will be bolted and barred
against your soul, and voice from the
| throne shall stun you with the an
nouncement: ''You shall not see My
face except your Brother be with you. "
| My text also suggests the reason
why so many people do not get any
real comfort. You meet ten people;
nine If them are in need of some kind
of coincidence. There is something in
their health, or in their state, or in
their domestic condition that demands
sympathy. And yet the most of the
worlds sympathy amounts to absolute
ly nothing. People go to the wrong
crib or they go in the wrong way.
When the plague was in Rome Il
great many years ago there were
| eighty men who chanted them
selves to death with the litanies OF
Gregory, the Great-literally chanted
| themselves to death-and yet it did
not stop the plague. And all the mu-
sic of this world can not halt the plague
of the human heart. / come to some
one whose ailments are chronic, and !
say: 'In Heaven you will never be
| Sick" That does not give you much
comfort. What you want is a soothing
| power for your present distress. Lost
| children, have you? / come to you and
tell you that in ten years perhaps you
| will meet those loved ones before the
throne of God. But there is but little
| coincidence in that. One day is year
without them, and ten years is small
eternity. What you want is sym
pathy now-prescnt help. [ come
to those of you who have lost
dear friends, and say: Try to
| forget them. Do not keep the
departed always in your mind" How
can you forget them when every figure
in the carpet and every book, and every
picture, and every room calls out the;r
name. Suppose I come to You and sa:,
! by way of coincidence: God is wise"
COP you say, that gives me no help"
Suppose 1 come to you and say: God,
from all eternity, has arranged this
trouble" "Ah"' you say, that does me
no good" Then l say: with the swift
feet of prayer go direct to the corn-crib
for a heavenly supply" You go.
You say: Lord, help me; Lord, COM
fort me-" But no help yet. No
comfort yet. 1t is all dark What
is the matter? l have found. You
| ought to go to God and say: "Here, o
Lord, are the wounds of my soul, and l
bring with me the wounded Jesus Let
His wounds pay for my wourds, His
| bereavements for my bereavements,
His loneliness for my loneliness, His
heart-break for my heart break. o
God! for the sake of the Lord Jesus
| Christ-the God, the Man, the BENJAMIN,
the Brother-deliver my agonized soul.
o, Jesus of the weary foot, ease my
fatigue. 0, Jesus of the aching head,
heal my aching head. 0, Jesus of the
Bethany sisters, roll away the stone
from the door of our grave" That is
the kind of prayer that brings help,
and yet how many of you are getting
no help at all, for the reason that
there is in your soul, perhaps, a secret
trouble. You may never have men
toned it to a single human ear, or you
may have mentioned it to some one
who is now gone away, and that great
sorrows is still in your soul. After
| Washington Irving was dead they
found a little box that contained a
braid of hair and miniature, and the
name of Matilda Hoffman, and a memo
randum of her death, and emark
something like this: THE world after
that was a blank to me. l went into
the country, but found no peace in soli
tude. l tried to go into society, but
found no peace in society. There has
been horror hanging over me by night
and by day, and l am afraid to be
alone"
How many unuttered troubles. No
human ear ever heard the sorrow. O.,
troubled soul, want to tell you that
there is one salve that can cure the
wounds of the heart, and that is the
salve made out of the tears of a sympa-
thetic Jesus. And yet some of you will
not take this solace; and you try chic
raj, and you try morphine, and you try
strong drink, and You try change of
scene, and you try new business asso-
ciations and anything and everything
rather than take the Divine companion
ship and sympathy suggested by the
words of my text when it says: ''You
shall not see my face again unless your