The Brookhaven leader., 1891-07-16

| that while IL is abaft for one ship, II Is
head wind for the other. There is a
farm that is dried up for the lack OF
rain, and here Is a pleasure party going
out for field excursion. Provide
weather that will suit the dry farm
and the pleasure excursion. No, sirS,
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
father?"
My text also suggests Gods minute
supervisal. You see the Divine sonship
in every drop of rain. The Jewels of
the shower are not flung away by a
spendthrift 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 arc
all the children of a King. Hath the
rain father" Well, then, say, il
God takes notice of every minute rain
drop, He will take notice of the most in
significant affair of my life. 1t is the
astronomical view of things that botherS
me. We look up into the night heavens
and we say: Worlds. worlds and
how insignificant we feel! We stand at
the foot of Mount Washington or Mont
| Blanc, and we feel that we are only in
sectS, and then we say to ourselves:
! Though the world is SO large, the sun
| is one million four hundred thousand
times larger" cor we say, lit is no
use: if God wheels that great ma
chincry through immensely He will
not take the trouble to look down at
me. "Infidel conclusion. Saturn, Mer-
curry and Jupiter are no more
rounded, and weighed, and swung
| by the hand of God than are the glo-
bules on lilac bush the morning after
a shower. God is no more in magni-
tude than He is in minuti;e. If He has
| scales to weigh the mountains, He has
balances delicate enough to weigh the
infinitesimal. You can no more see
Him through the telescope than you can
see Him through the microscope: no
more when you look up than when you
head all numbered? and if lIimalaya
| has a God, has not the rain father"
take this doctrine of particular prov
| dence and thrust it into the midst of
your everyday life. If God fathers a
| rain-drop, is there anything so insignifi-
cant in your affairs that God will not
father that? When Druyse. the gun
smith, invented the necdle-gun, which
decided the battle of Sadowa, was it
mere accident? When farm
er's boy showed Butcher Il
short cut by which he could
bring his army up soon enough to
decide Waterloo for England, was it a
mere accident? When Lord Byron
| took piece of money and tossed it up
| to decide whether or not he should
| be afiianccd to Miss Millbank, was it a
mere accident which side of the money
was up and which was down? When
| the Christian army was beseiged at Be
zIers, and a drunken drummer came in
at midnight and rang the alarm bell,
not knowing what he was doing, but
waking up the host in time to fight
their enemies that moment arriving,
was it an accident? When in one of
the Irish wars starving mother flying
with her starving child saEk down and
tainted on the rocks in the night and
her hand fell on a warm bottle of milk,
did that just happen so? God is either
in the affairs of men or our religion is
worth nothing at all, and you had bet
ter take it away from us, and instead
of this Bible which teaches
the doctrine give us a secular book,
and let us, as the famous Mr.. Fox, the
member of parliament, in his last hour
-. lA irr1,A 1, e
Virgil" O! my friends, let us rouse up
to an appreciation of the fact that all
the affairs of our life are under Kings
command, and under Fathers watch.
Alexandcr's war horse, Bucephalus,
would allow anybody to mount him
when he was Embarrassed; but as soon
as they put on that war horse, Buce-
! phalus, the saddle and trappings of the
conqueror, he would allow no one but
Alexander to touch him. AS if soul
less horse could have so much pride in
his owner, shall not we immortals ex-
ult in the fact that we are owned by
King? Hath the rain father?"
Again, my subject teaches me that
Gods dealings with us are inexplica BILE.
That was the original force of my text.
The rain was n great mystery to the
ancients. They could not understand
how the water should get into the
clouds, and getting there, how it should
be suspended, 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 vapor and it falls.
And they tell us that some of the
clouds that look to be only as large as a
mans hand, and to be almost quiet
mist four thousand feet from base to
top, and that they rush miles minute.
But after all the brilliant experiments
of DR.. James Hutton, and Saussure, and
other scientists, there is an infinite
mystery about the rain. There is an
ocean of the unbelievable in every
rain-drop, and God says to-day. as He
said in the time of Job: IF you can
not 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 is
| a man in mid-life, consecrated to God,
Woodworking, useful in every respect,
who dies? Why does that old gossip,
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