The Globe-republican., 1892-12-16

huskers. You remember we used to
hide between the corn stacks SO IS to
keep of the wind. but still you remem-
Der how shivering was the body and how
painful was the cheek, and how be-
numbed were the hands. But after awhile
the sun was high up. and all the frosts
went out Of the air. and hIlarities
awakened the echoes, and Joy from
one corn shock went up. 'Ahs, ahs!'
and was answered by joy from another
| corn shock, '.Aha, aha!" So we all
realize that the death of our friend is
the nipping Of many expectations, the
freezing, the chilling, the frosting Of
many of our hopes. 1t is far from being
q south wind.
1t comes out OF the frigid north, and
when they go away from US we stand be-
numbed in BODY and benumbed in mind
and benumbed in soul. We stand
among our dead nelghbors, our dead
families. and we say, "Will we ever get
over it?" Yes, we will get over 1t amid
the shoutings of heavenly reunion, and
we will look back to all these dlstresses
| OF bereavement only as the temporary
distresses Of husking time. "Weeping
may endure for night, but joy cometh
in the morning." Light, and but for q
moment" said the apostle as he clapped
his hands: eight, and but for q mo-
ment." The chill of the frosts followed
by the gladness that cometh in ''llke q
shock of corn cometh in in his season. ="
OF course the husking time made rough
work with the ear of corn. The husking
peg had to be thrust in. and the hard
thumb of the husker had to come down
| on the swathing of the ear, and then
there was pull and there was ruthless
tearing, and then q complete swapping
| of before the corn was free, and II the
husk could have spoken it would have
said: why do you lacerate me? Why
do you wrench me?" All, my friends,
that is the way God has arranged that
the ear and husk shall part. and that
Is the way He has arranged that the
hody and the soul shall separate. You
can afford to have your physical dis
tresses when you know that they are
only forwarding the souls liberation.
Every rheumatic pain is only q plunge Of
the husking peg. Every neuralgia twinge
is only twist by the husker.
| There Is gold in you that must come
out Some way the shackle must be
broken. Some way the ship must be
launched for heavenly voyage. You
must let the Heavenly Husbandman husK
off the mortality from the immortality.
There ought to be great consolation in
this for all who have chronic ailments,
since the Lord is gradually and more
mildly taking away from you that which
binders your souls liberation, doing
gradually for you what for many of US
in robust health perhaps He will do in
one fell blow at the last. At the close
of every illness, at the close of every
paroxysm. you ought to say, THANK
God, that is all past now; thank God,
will never have to suffer that again;
thank God, l am so much nearer the
hour of liberation"
! You will never suffer the same pain
| twice. You may have q new pain in an
old place, but never the same pain twice.
| The pain does its work and then it dies.
just so many plunges Of the crowbar to
free the quarry stone for the building.
Just so many strokes Of the chisel to
| complete the statue. just so many
pangs to separate the soul from the
body. You who have chronic ailments
and disorders are only paying in INSTALL
ments that which some Of US will have
to pay in one payment when we pay the
debt of nature. Thank God, therefore,
We who have chronic disorders, that you
have so much less suffering at the last.
Thank God that you will have so much
less to feel in the way of pain at the
hands of the Heavenly Husbandman
when ''the shock Of corn cometh in in
his season."
| Perhaps now this may be an answer
to question which asked one Sabbath
| - t.
that so many really good people have so
dreadfully to suffer? You often find q
good man with enough pains and aches
| and distresses, you would think, to dis
cipline whole colony. while you will
find man who is perfectly useless going
about with easy digestion and steady
| nerves and shining health. ard his exit
from the world is comparatively pain
less How do You explain that? Well,
| l noticed in the husking time that the
husking peg was thrust into the corn,
| and then there must be stout pull be-
| fore the swathing was taken of the ear
and the full, round, healthy, luxuriant
corn was developed, while, on the other
hand, there was corn that hardly seemed
worth husking,
We threw that into place all by itself,
and we called 1t nubbinS. Some OF 1t
was widowed. and some of it was mice
nibbled, and some Of it was great
promise with no fulfillmenL All cobs
and no corn. Nubbins! After the good
corn had been driven up to the barn we
came around with the corn basket and
we picked up these nubbins. They were
worth saving, but not worth much. So
all around US there are people who
amount to comparatively nothing. They
develope into no kind Of usefulness
They are nibbled on one side by the
world, and nibbled on the other by the
devil. and widowed all over. Great
promise and no fulfllment All cobs and
no corn. Nubbins! They are worth
saving. l suppose many Of them will
get to heaven, but they are not worthy
to be mentioned in the same day with
those who wentthrough great rribulation
into the kingdom of God.
Who would not rather have the pains
of this life, the misfortunes of this life
who would not rather be torn and
wounded and lacerated and wrenched
and husked and at last go in amid the
very best grain Of the granery-than to
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