The southern argus. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Cherokee County, Kan.) 1891-1???, 1891-07-09

30" you say, "a tear is nothing but
drop of limpid fluid secreted by the
lachrymal glands only sign of weal
eyes" Great mistake. 1t is one of the
Lords richest benedictions to the
world. There are people in Blackwelrs
Island insane asylum, and at L tica, and
at all the asylums of this land who
were demented from the fact that they
could not cry at the right time. There
have been times in your life when
you would have given the world, if you
had possessed it, for one tear. You
could shrek, you could blaspheme, but
you could not cry. Have you never
seen man holding the hand of dead
wife, who had been all the world to
him? The temples livid with excite
ment, the eye dry and frantic, no moist.
ure on the upper or lower lid. You
saw there were bolts of anger in the
cloud, but no rain. To your Christian
comfort, he said; Don't talk to me
about God, there is no God; or if there
is hate Him: don't talk to me about
God; would lie have left me and these
motherless children?''
But few hours or days after, coming
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 appals, there bursts the
fountain of tears, and as the sunlight
of Gods consolation strikes that foun-
tain of tears you find out that it is a
tender hearted, merciful, pitiful and all
compassionate God who was the father
of the rain.
80" you say, st 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 eternizes 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 mourning all around
the world. They never get over it.
They may live to shout and sing after
ward, but there is always a corridor in
the soul that is silent, though it once
resounded. Then there are the tilial
tears. Little children soon get over
the loss OF parents. They are easily
diverted with new toy. But where is
the man that has come to 80, or 40 or so
years of age who can think of the old
people without having all the fountains
of his soul stirred up?
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: 30, mother! mothor"
Have these tears no divine origin?
Why, take all the warm hearts that
ever beat, in all lands and in all
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 repentance.
Did you ever see rain of repentance?
DO you know what it is that makes
man repent? / 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
Saviour to give repentance" O. it is
hour when one wakes up
and says: IL am bad man; have not
Sinncd against the laws of the land, but
have wasted my life; God asked me
for my services, and l haven't given
those services. o! 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 a commingling Of tears, and |
Iod is the Father of that rain, the Lord, |
Ong suffering, merciful and gracious. |
In religious assemblage a man arose
md said: Il have been very wicked |
nan; | broke my mothers heart; ! be- |
'ame an infidel; but | have seen my |
vii way, and | have surrendered my
leart to God: but it is a grief | can |
never get over that my parents should |
never have heard of my salvation; | |
lon't know whether they are living or |
lead" While yet he was standing in
he audience, voice from the gallery |
aid: oh my son, my SON.
He looked up, and he recognized her !
t was his old mother. She had been
'raying for him for great many years,
nd when, at the foot of the cross, the |
'rodigal son and the praying mother
IN braced each other there was a rain,
tremendous rain, of tears, and God |
vas the father of those tears.
The king of Carthage was dethrone1 /
lis people rebelled against him. He was
riven into Punishment. His wife and /
hildren were outrageously abused.
ears went by, and the king of Car
hage made many friends. He gath
red up great army He marched again
oward Carthage. Reaching the gates
+ Carthage, the best men of the place
anne out bare footed and bare headed,
nd with ropes around their necks, cry
~ for mercy They said: I'VE abused
on and we abused your family. but we
ry for mercy" The king of Carthage
,olxed down upon the people from his
hariot and said: II came to bless; |