Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1891-07-09

that, while it is abaft for one ship, 1T Is
q head wind for the other. There is q
farm that is dried up for the lack or rain,
and hero is pleasure party gong ou'
for n field excursion. Provide weather
that will suit the dry farm and the pleas
ure excursion. No, sirs, | will not take
one dollar of stock in your weather com
pany There is only one Being in the
universe who knows enough to provide
the right kind Of weather for this world.
"Hath tho rain fathcr?"
NY text also suggests Gods minute
supervisaI. You see the divine Sonshir
in every drop of rain. The jewels Of the
shower are not flung away by 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 a king. Hath the rain a
father?" Well, then, | say if God takes
notice Of every minute rain drop He will
take notice of the most insignificant affair
of my life. 1t is the astronomical view
of things that bothcrs me.
We look up into the night heavens and
we say, ''Worlds. worlds!" and how in
significant we feel! 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 million
four hundred thousand times larger"
"Ohw we say, cit is no use; if God wheels
that great machinery through immensely
He vii not take the trouble to look down
at me.' Intidcl conclusion. Saturn,
Mercury, and Jupiter are no more
rounded and weighed and swung by the
hand of God than are the globucS on Il
lilac bush the morning after II shower
God is no more in magnitudes than He
is in mnutia. If He has scales to weigh
the mountains He has balances delicate
enough to weigh the iniinitcsmal. You
can no more see Him through the telc-
scope than you can see Him through the
microscope; no moro when you look up
than when you look down. Are not the
hairs Of your head all numbered? And
if Himalaya has d God, ''llath not the
rain II fathcr?'
/ take this doctrine OF particular
Providence, and / thrust it into the very
midst Of your everyday life. If God IA
theirs Il raindrop is there anything so in
significant in your affairs that God will
not father that? When DrnySe, the
gunsmith, invented the needle gun, which
decided the battle of Sadowa, was it Il
nero accident? When farmers boy
showed Butcher short cut by which he
could bring his army up soon enough to
decide Waterloo for England, was it u
mere accident?
When Lord Byron took piece Of
money and tossed it up to decide whether
or not he should be ai1ianced to Miss
.l-s, . ;,l,
side of the money was up and which was
down? When the Christian army were
bcsieged at Bezicrs, and 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 arriv-
ing, was it an accident?
When, in one of the Irish wars, q
starving mother, flying with her starving
child, sank down and tainted ON the
rocks in the night and her hand fell on u
warm bottle of milk, did that just hap
pen so? God is either in the affairs of
men, or our religion is worth nothing at
all, and you had better 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, cried out, Read me the eighth
book of Virgil"
Oh, my friends, let us rouse up to an
appreciation Of the fact that all the af-
fairs of our life are under Il Kings com
mand and under u Fathers watch. Alex
ander's war horse. Bucephalus, would al
low anybody to mount him when he was
Embarrassed, but Us soon as they put on
that war horse Buccphalus the saddle
and the trappngs of tho conquercr, he
would allow no one but Alexander to
touch him. And if soulless horse
could have so much pride in his owner,
shall not we immortals eXult in the fact
that we are owned by n King? "Hath
the rain n father?"
Again, my subject teaches me that
Gods dealings with us are incXplicablc.
That was the original force of my text.
The 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 por-
tions of air of different temperature, and
they are charged with moisture. and the
one portion of air decreases in tempera-
ture SO the water may no longer be held
in vaEor and it falls. And they tell us
that some of the clouds that look to be
only as large as mans hand, and to be
almost quiet in the heavens, are great
mountains of mist 1900 feet from base to
top, and that they rush miles minute
But after all the brilliant experiments
of Dr. James Hutton and Saussuro and
other scientists, there is an infinite myS-
terry about the rain. There is an ocean
of the unfathomable in every raindrop
and God said to-day as he said in the
time of Job, eff you cannot understand
one drop of rain, do not be surprised il
my dealings with you are ineXplicabIc."
Why does that aged man, dccrcpt, beg
CARED, vicious sick of the world, and the
world sick of him, live on, while here is
man in midlife, consecrated to God,
hard working, useful in every respect,
who dies?
Why does that old gossip, gadding
along the street about everybody's bust
I'm No lei