Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1892-12-17

be very delicate that con weigh Brhih'
but Gods scale Is so delicate
that He can weigh with IL that
which is so small that grain Is 1,OOO,-
600 times heavier When John Kitto, q
poor boy on back street Of Plymouth,
cut his foot with n piece OF glass, God
bound 1t up so successfully that he be-
came the great Christian geographer,
and n commentator known among all
nations. So every wound of the soul,
however insignificant, God is willing to
bind up. As ut the first cry OF the child
the mother rushcs to kiss the wound, SO
God, our Mother, takes the smallest
wound of the heart, and presses it to
the lips of divine sympathy. ''As one
whom his mother comforteth, so will
comfort you."
l remark further that God has q
mothers patience for the cfring. II
one does wrong, first his associates in
life cast him off; II he goes on In the
wrong way, his business partner casts
him off; If he goes on, his best friends
cast him off-his father casts him of.
But after all others have cast him of,
where does he go? Who holds no
grudge, and forgives the last time as
well rs the first? Who sits by the MUIR
derer's counsel all through the long
trial? Who tarries the longest at the
windows of a culprit's cell? Who when
all others think i'll of man, keeps on
thinking well of him? 1t is his mother
God bless her gray hairs, If she be still
alive; and bless her grave, if she be
gone. and bless the rocking
chair in which she used to
sit, and bless the cradle she
used to rock, and bless the Bible
she used to read. So God, our Mother,
has patience for all the erring. After
every body else has cast man off, God,
our Mother, comes to the rescue. God
leaps to take charge OF bad case.
After all the doctors have got through,
the Heavenly Physician comes in.
Human sympathy ut such time does
not amount to much. Even the sympa-
thy of the church, am sorry to say,
often does not amount to much. have
seen the most harsh and bitter treat
ment on the part of those who professed
faith in Christ toward those who were
wavering and erring They tried on
the wanderer sarcasm, and billings
gate, and caricature, and they tried
little tattle. There was one thing
they did not try, and that was forgive
ness.
The Bible often talks about Gods
hand. / wonder how it looks. You re-
member distinctly how your mothevs
hand looked, though thirty years ago it
withered away. 1t was different from
your fathers hand. When you were to
be chastised, you had rather have moth
err punish you than father. 1t did not
hurt so much. And fathers hand was
different from mothers, partly because
it had outdoor toll and partly because
| God intended it to be different The
knuckles were more firmly set and the
palm was calloused. But mothers hand
was more delicate. There were blue
veins running through the back OF it.
| Though the fingers, some of them, were
picked with needle, the palm of it was
soft. o, it was very soft Was there
ever any poultice like that to take pain
out of wound? So Gods hand is q
mothers hand. What it touches it
heals. If it smite you it does not hurt
as if It were another hand. O, You
poor wandering soul in sin, it is not
bailiffs hand that seizes you to-day. 1t
is not hard hand. 1t is not an I'M
svmpathetic hand. 1t is not cold
hand. 1t is not an enemy's hand. No.
1t is a gentle hand, u loving hand, a
sympathetic hand. a soft hand, q
mothers hand. las one whom his
mother comforteth, SO will l comfort
you"
want to say, finally, that God has
mothers way of putting child to
sleep You know there is no cradle
song like mothers. After the excite
ment of the evening it is almost impos-
sible to get the child to sleep. If the
rocking chair stop n moment, the eyes
are wide open; but the mothers sooth-
ing manner keeps on until, after awhile,
the angel of slumber puts his wing over
the pillow.
A Scotchman was dying. Ills daugn-
ter, Nellie, sat by his bedside. 1t was
Sunday evening, and the bell of the
church was ringing, calling the people
to church. The good old man, in his
dying dream, thought that he was on
the way to church, as he used to
be when he went in the sleigh
across the river, and as the evening
bell struck up, in his dying
dream, he thought it was the call TO
church. He said: ''Hark, children,
the bells are ringing; we shall be late;
we must make the mare step out
quick!" He shivered, and then said:
"Pull the buffalo robe up closer. my
lass! 1t is cold crossing the river; but
we will soon be there. Nellie, we will
soon be there" And he smiled and
| ~N,.,n No xrvnV1daV.