The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1892-12-23

fiicted upon 1t. and I do not know but
that the brightest gems OF Heaven will
be found to have been the wounds of
earth kindled into the jeweled bright
ness of eternal glory.
/ remark that God has a mothers ca
pacity for attending to little hurts
| The father Is shocked at the broken
bone of the child, or at the sickness
that sets the cradle on fire with fever,
but it takes the mother to sympathize
with all the little ailments and little
bruises of the child. If the child has
a splinter in its hand, it wants the
mother to take it out and not the
father. The father says, ''Oh, that is
nothing" but the mother knows it is
something, and that a little hurt
sometimes is very great. So with God,
our Mother; all our annoyances are
important enough to look at and sym
pathize with. Nothing with God is
something There are no ciphers in
Gods arithmetic. And if we were only
good enough of sight we could see as
much through microscope as tt rough
a telescope. Those things thai may
be impalpable and infnitesimal to us,
may be pronounced and infinite to God.
A mathematical point is defined as
having no parts, no magnitude. 1t is
SO small that you can not imagine it.
and yet mathematical point may be
a starting point for a great eternity.
Gods surveyors carry a very long chain.
A scale must be very delicate that
can weigh a grain, but Gods scale
is so delicate that He can weigh
with it that which is SO small that
a grain is a million times heavier.
When John Kitto, q poor boy on back
street of Plymouth, cut lis foot with a
piece of glass, God bound it up so sue.
cessfully that he became the great
| Christian geographer, and coTamenta-
tor known among all nations. so ev-
cry wound of the soul, however insig-
nificant, God is willing to bind up. As
| at the first cry of the child the mother
rushes 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 COM
fort you"
| remark further that God has
mothers patience for the erring. If
one does wrong. first his associates in
life cast him off; if he goes on in the
wrong way, his business partner casts
him off; if he goes on his best friends
cast him off father casts him off
But after all others have cast him off,
where does he go2 who holds no
grudge, and forgivcs the last time as
well as the first? Who sits by the muir
derer's counsel all through the long
trial?> Who tarries the longest at the
windows of culprit's cell? Who,
when all others think i'll of a 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 that she used to
rock, and bless the Bible she used to
readl So God, our Mother, has patience
for all the erring.
The Bible often talks about Gods
hand. l wonder how it looks. You
remember 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 mother punish you than
father. 1t did not hurt SO much.
And fathers hand was different from
mothers, partly because it had out
door toll, and partly because God in
tended it to be different. The knuckles
were more firmly set and the palm was
calloused. But the mothers hand was
more delicate. There were blue veins
h4 Of
Though the fingers, some of them,
were pricl1ed with a needle, the palm
of it was soft. OH it was very
soft. Was there ever any poultice
like that to take pain out of wound.
So Gods hand is mothers hand.
what it touches it heals If it smite
you it does not hurt as if it were an
other hand. Oh, you poor. wandering
soul in sin, it is not bailiff's hand that
seizcs you to-day. 1t is not hard
hand. It is not an unsympa thetic
hand. It is not cold hand 1t is not
an enemys hand. No, it is gentle
hand, loving hand, 4 sympathetic
hand, soft hand, mothers hand.
''As 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 i'm
possible to get the child to sleep. If
the rocking chair stop a moment, the
eyes are wide open; but the mothers
patience and the mothers soothing
manner keep on until after awhile,
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 be wanting
to be put to sleep. The day of
our life will be done, and the 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 of our going not be the dirge of
the organ, or the knell of the church
tower or the drumming of dead
march," but let it be the hush of
mothers lullaby. Oh! the cradle of the
grave will be soft with the pillow of
all the promises. When we are being |
rocked into that last slumbcr / want |
this to be the cradle song: GAS one |
whom a mother comforteth, SO will |
comfort you"
Asleep in Jesusi Far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be;
But thine is still blessed sleep
From which none ever wake to weep. |