The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1892-12-23
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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
everybody else has cast man of, God,
our Mother, comes to the rescue. God
leaps to take charge of bad case.
After all the doctors have co. through,
the Heavenly Physician comes in
Human sympathy at 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
title tattle. There was one thing
they did not try, and that was forgive
ness
A soldier in England was brought BY
a sergeant to the colonel What"
says the colonel, bringing the man
here again, We have tried everything
with him" 30. no." says the sergeant,
there is one thing you have not tried
l would like you to try that ''What
is that?" said the colonel Said the man:
Forgiveness. The case had not gone
so far but that it might take that turn,
and so the colonel said: well. young
man, you have done so and so. What is
your excuse?' II have no excuse, but
am very sorry" said the man. I'VE have
made up our minds to forgive YOU"
said the colonel The tears started
He had never been accOsted in that way
before. His life was reformed, and
that was the starting point for a posi-
lively Christian life. o, church of God
quit your sarcasm when a man fallsi
Quit your irony, quit your little tattle
and try forgiveness. God, your Mother.
tries it all the time. a mans sin may
be like continent. but Gods forgive
ness is like the Atlantic and Pacific
oceans. bounding it on both sides.
The Bible often talks about Gods
hand. wonder how it looks. You re-
member distinctly how your mothers
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
er 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 IL.
Though the fingers, some of them. were
picked with aneedle, the palm of it was
soft o, it was very soft Was there
ever any pOultice like that to take pain
out of a wound? So Gods hand is a
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
bailiff's hand that seizes you to-day. Il
is not a hard hand II is not an IN
sympathetic hand. 1t Is not a cold
hand. II is not an enemy's hand No.
IL Is Il gentle hand, a loving hand, a
- lltLLthNtA- AlLLtA= Il SUI manu. a
mothers hand. As one whom his
mother comforteth, so viii I comfort
YOU"
1 want to say. finally. that God has u
mothers way OF putting a child to
sleep. You know there IS no cradle F..
song like a mothers After the excite T.
ment of the evening it is almost impos- /
sible TO get the child to sleep. If the /
rocking chair stop moment, the eyes I
are wide open; but the mothers sooth- /
ing manner keeps on until, after while, |
the angel Of slumber puts his wing over /
the pillow.
Well. my dear brothers and sisters in /
Christ. the time will come when we will I
be wanting to DE put to sleep. The |
day OF our life viii be done. and the I
shadows of the night of death will be |
gathering around us. Then we want /
God TO sOOthe us, to hush Us TO sleep. /
Let the music ut our going not be the 4
dirge of the organ, or the knell Of the /
church tower, or the drumming of a |
dead march," but let it be the hush of |
4 mothers lullaby. o, the cradle of the
grave viii be soft with the pillow of al !
the promises. When we are being /
rocked into that last sIumber, wan. /
this to be the cradle song: AS one
whom 4 mother comforteth, so will / /
comfort you"
Asleep in Jesus, Far from thee
ThJ kindred and their graves may be;
But thine is still a blessed sleep.
From which none ever wake to weep
A Scotchman was dying. His daugh-
ter, Nellie, sat by his bedside. 1t was
Sunday evening, and the bell of the I
church was ringing. calling the people I
to church. The good old man, in his /
dying dream, thought that he was on
the way to church. as ne used to 4
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, nv
lass. 1t is cold crossing the river; but |
we will soon be there, Nellie, We will |
soon be therer' And he smiled and |
said: Just there nowr' No wonder |
he smiled The good old man had got |
to church. Not the old country church,
but the temple in the skies. Just across /
the river. How comfortably did God /
hush that old man to sleep: As one
whom his mother comforteth, so God 1
him
People Who Fall safely.
A fall, as a rule, Injuries a drunken
man much less than a sober one be-