Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1891-07-06


/ like the sunshine; / cannot live with
out plenty Of sunlight, so you must al
ways have enough light for me.
Two ships meet in mid-Atlantic.
The one is going to Southampton,
ann the other is coming to
New York. Provide weather that,
while il is abaft for one ship, il is not
head wind for the other. There is a
farm that is dried up for the lack OF
rain, and here IS pleasure party going
out FOR a field excursion. Provide
weather that will suit the dry farm and
the pleasure excursion? No, sirs, l
will not take one dollar Of stock in your
weather company. There is only one
Being in the universe who knows
enough to provide the right kind of
weather for this world. "Hath the rain
4 father?"
GODS SUPERVISION.
Ny text also suggests Gods minute
SuperyiSal. You see the Divine Son.
ship IN every drop of rain. The jewels
of the shower are not flung away by a
spend thrift who knows not how many
he throws or where they fall. They
are all shining princes of heaven. They
all have an eternal lineage. They are
all the children OF King" "Hath the
rain father?" Well, then, l say il
God talks notice of every minaute rain
drop, he will take notice of the most
insignificant affair of my life. 1t
is the astronomical view of things that
bOthers me. We look up into the night
Il 1cl IL ct3
and how insignificant we feell We
stand at the foot of Mount
Washington or Mont Blanc, and
we feel that we are only insects, and
then we say TO ourselves: Though the
world is so large, the sun is one mill
lion four hundred thousand times larg-
err" "O!" we say, sit is no use, if God
wheels that great machinery through
immensely, he will not take the trouble
to look down at me-" Infdel conclu-
sion. Saturn, Mercury, and Jupiter
are no more rounded, and weighed, and
swung by the hand of God than are the
globules on lilac-bush the morning af-
ter shower. God is no more in magni-
tudes than he is in minuti9. II he
has scales to weigh the mountains, he
has balances delicate enough to weigh
the infniteSimai. You can no more see
Him through the telescope than you
can see him through the micro
scope; no more when you look up
than when you look down. Are not the
hairs of your head all numbered? and il
Himalaya has God, "hath not the rain
a father?" l take this doctrine Of q
particular Providence, and l thrust it
into the very midst OF your everyday
life. II God fathers a rain-drop, is there
anything so significant in your affairs
that God will not father that? When
Druyse, the gunsmith, invented the
needle-gun, which decided the battle of
SadOwa, was it a mere accident? When
a farmers boy showed Butcher short
cut by which he could bring his army
up soon enough to decide Waterloo for
England, was it a mere accident?
LORDS WAYS INEXPLcABLE.
Again, my subject teaches me that
Gods dealings are inexplicable. That
was the original force of my text. The
rain was a great mystery TO the an
clients. They could not understand how
the water should get into the cloud,
and getting there, how it should be suS-
pended, or falling, why it should come
down in drops. Modern science comes
along and says there are two portions
Of air of different temperature, and they
are charged with moisture, and the one
portion of air decreases in temperature
so the water may no longer be held in
vayor, and 81 fulis.e Aud they tell -s.ss
that some of the clouds that look to be
only as large as q mans hand, and TO
be almost quiet In the heavens, are
great mountains of mist four thousand
feet from base to top, and they rush
miles minute. But after all the bril-
liant experiments of DR.. James Hutton,
and Saussure, and other scientists,
there is an infinite mystery about the
rain. There is an ocean Of the unfath-
enable in every rain-drOp, and God says
to-day, as he said in the time OF Job:
'If you cannot understand one drop of
rain, do not be surprised If my dealings
with you are inexplicable." Why does
that aged man, decrepit, beggared,
vicious, sick of the world, and the world
sick of him, live on, while here iSa man
in mid-life, cOnSecrated to God, hard
working, useful in every respect, who
dies? Why does that old gossip, CAD
ding along the street about everybOdy's
business but her own, have such good
health, while the Christian mother, with
a flock of little ones about her whom
she is preparing for usefulness
and for heaven-the mother who you
think could not be spared an hour from
that houSehold-why does she lie down
and die with cancer? Why does that
man, selfish to the core, 90 on adding
fortune to fortune, consuming every
thing on himself, continue TO prosper,
while that man, who has been giving
ten per cent. OF all his income 10 God
and the Church, goes into bankruptcy?
Before we make stark fools Of ourselves,
let us stop pressing this everlasting
why" Let us worship where we can
not understand Let man take that
one question "Why?" and follow it far
enough, and push 1t, and he will land in
wretchedneSS and perdition. We want
in our theology fewer interrogation
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