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

then provide weather that will suit al
Of us.
Ny text also suggests Gods minute
supervision. You see the Divine Son
ship in every drop of rain. The jewels
of the shower ar, not flung away by /
spendthrift who knows not how many
he throws or where they fall. They arc
all shining princes of Heaven. They
all have an eternal lineage. They are
all the children of king. Hath the
rain father?"
Well, then, ! say if God takes notice
Of every minute raindrop, He will take
notice Of the most insignificant affair OF
my life. 1t is the astronomical view OF
things that bothers men. We look up
into the night heavens and we say;
Worlds! worlds" and how insignifi
cant we feel! We stand at the foot OF
Mount Washington or Mount Blanc,
and we feel that we are only insects,
and then we say to ourselves: Though
the world is SO large, the sun is 1,4OO,.
600 times larger" co." we say, sit is
Of no use, if God wheels that great ma.
chinery through immensely, He will not
take the trouble to look down
| on me-" Infidel conclusion. Saturn,
Mercury and Jupiter are no more
rounded and weighed and swung by the
hand Of God than are the globules on a
lilac bush the morning after shower.
God Is no more in magnitudes than he
Is in minuti8 If He has scales to weigh
the mountains, lie has balances delicate
enough to weigh the inf1nitesimal You
can no more see him through the tele-
scope than you can see Him through
the microscope; no more when you
look up than when you look down.
Are not the hairs of your he ad all
numbered? And if Himalaya has a
God, "hath not the rain a father?"
When the Christian army was be-
sieged at Beziers and drunken drum
mer 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 ar
irving, was it an accident? When, in
one Of the Irish wars, a starving
mother, flying with her starving child,
sank down and tainted on the
AONAS III t1lC anu ncT Manu-
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 doc
trine, give US Il secular book and let us,
as the famous Mr.. Fox the member of
T1n ri I'M ~, 11;C
Read me the eighth book of Virgil"
81 my friends, let us rouse up to an APP
probation Of the fact that all the affairs
Of our life are under Kings command
and under a Fathers watch Alexan-
der's war horse, Bucephalus, would al
low anybody to mount him when he
was embarrassed: but as soon as they
put on that war horse, Bucephalus, the
caddle and the trappings of the con-
queror, he would allow no one but
Alexander to touch him. And if a soul
less horse could have so much pride in
his owner, shall not we immortals exult
in the fact that we are owned by a
King? Hath the rain father?"
Again, my subject teaches me that
Gods dealings with us are inexplcable.
That was the original force of my text.
Inc rain was great mystery to the
ancients. They could not understand
how the water should get into the
cloud, 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 tempera-
ture, and they are charged with moist
ure, and the one portion of air de-
:rcases in temperature so the water
my longer be held in vapor and it falls.
and they tell us that some of the
Iuds that look TO be only as large as
\ mans hand, and to be almost quiet in
the heavens, are great mount ains of
mist, 1000 feet from base to top, and
that they rush miles a minute. But
after all the brilliant experiments of
DR.. James Hutton and Saussure and
other scientists, there is an indefinite
mystery about the rain. There is an
ocean of the unfathomable in every
'ain drop, and God says to-day, as lie |
aid in the time of Job: eff you can not |
understand one drop of rain, do not be |
urprised if My dealings with you are
neNplicable."
Why does that aged man, decrepit, |
vicious, sick of the world, |
nd the world sick of him, live on,
While here is man in middle life. con-
ecrated to God, hard working, useful
n every respect, who dies? Why does
hat old gossip, gadding along the
treet about everybody's business but
Ter own, have such good health, while
he Christian mother, with a flock of
title ones about her whom she is pre-
airing for usefulness and for Heaven
he mother who you think could not be
pared an hour from that household
Thy does she lie down and die with a
ANGER? Why does that man, selfish to
ne core, 60 on adding fortune to for
lne, consuming everything on himself,
to prosper, while that
ian, who has been giving ten per cent.
all his income to God and the church,
oes into bankruptcy? Before we make
ark fools of ourselves let us stop
ressing this everlasting why" Let
5 worship where we can not under
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