Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1891-07-06

him; don't talk to me about GOD; wouio
he have left me and these motherless chill
| dren"
But few hours or days after, com.
ing across some lead pencil that she owned
! in life, or some letters which she wrote
when he was away from home, with an
cutlery that apyals, there bursts the foun-
tain of tears, and as the sunlight of Gods
consolation strikes that fountain of tears,
you find out that it is a tender hearted.
merciful pitiful and all compassionate
God who was the father of that rain. "Oh,"
you say, sit 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 infancy, 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 a corridor
in the soul that is silent, though it once re-
sounded.
My parents never mentioned the death
of child who died fifty years before with
out a tremor in the voice and sigh, oh,
how deep fetchedl 1t was better she should
die 1t was mercy she should die She
would have been a lifelong invalid. But
you cannot argue away a parents grief.
How often you hear the moan, "Oh my
child, my childp' Then there are the filial
tears. Little children soon get over the
loss of parents. They are easily diverted
with a new toy. But where is the man
| Aok hnz
years of age, who car think of the old
people without having all the fountains Of
his soul stirred up? You may have had to
take care of her good many years, but
you never can forget how she used to take
care of you.
There have been many sea captains con
verified in our church, and the 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 mother? The fact is we get
so used to calling for her the first 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 motherl' Have these tears no divine
/ origin? Why, take ali the warm hearts
| that ever beat in all lands, and III ali 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
you know what it is that makes man re-
pent? see people going around trying to
repent. They cannot repent. Do you
know no man can repent until God helps
him to repent? How do know BY this
passage "Him hath God exalted to be a
prince and Il Saviour to give repentance"
| Oh, it is a tremendous hour when one
wakes up and says: II am a 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 assem-
| 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 CRY OF A MOTHERS HEART
In a religious assemblage a man arose
! and said; II have been q very wicked man;
| broke my mothers heart. | became an
| infdel, but | have seen my evil way,
and | have surrendered my heart to
| God, but it is grief that | never can
| get over That my parents should never
have heard Of my salvation; don't know
whether they are living or dead" While
yet he was staRiing in the audience a
voice from the gallery said, "Oh, my son,
my som" He looked up and he recognized
her. 1t was his old mother. She had been
praying for him a 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, Il 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 greved
spirit Tears over an injured father. Oh,
that God would move upon this audience
with great wave of religious emotion!
The king of Carthage was dethroned
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
thage. Reaching the gates of Carthage
the best men of the place came out bare
| footed and bareheaded, and with ropes
around their necks, crying for mercy.
| They said, eve abused you and we abused
your family, but we cry for mercy" The
king of Carthage looked down upon the
| people from his chariot and said: IL came
| to bless, didn't come to destroy. You
drove 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
My friends you have driven the Lord
Jesus Christ, the King of the church,
away from your heart; you have been NAL
treating him all these years; but he comes
back today. He stands in front of the gates
OF your soul II you viii only pray for his
pardon he will meet you with his gracious
spirit and he will say; "Thy sins and thine
iniquities will remember no more Open
wide the gate; will take the throne. My
peace ] give unto you" And then, all
through this audience, from the young and
from the old, there will be a rain of tears,
aud God will be the father of that rainl
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