Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-09-23

of the rye fields, and discover the rustic
of his robe of light in the south wind.
Oh, this wonder of divine power that
can build habitation for God in an
apple blossom, and tune n bees voice
until it is fit for the eternal orchestra,
and can say to FREELY: LET there
be light" and from holding an
ocean in the hollow of his hand
goes forth to find heights, and
depths, and length, and breadth of ON
nipotency in a dewdrop, and dismounts
from the chariot of S.idnight hurricane
to cross over on the suspension bridge
of a spiders wed. You may take your
telescope and sweep it across the
heavens in order to behold the glory of
God; but shall take the leaf holding
the spider, and the spiders web,
and shall bring the microscope to my
eye, and while gaze, and look, and
study, and am COMPOUNDED, will kneel
down in the grass and cry: "Great
and marvellous are thy works, Lord
God Almighty"
Again, my text teaches me that in
significance is no excuse for inaction
This spider that Solomon saw on the
wall might have said: 81 can't weave
web worthy of this great palace;
what can do amid all this gold en-
broidery? am not able to make any
thing fit for so grand place, and so 1
will not work my spinning-jenny."
Not SO, said the spider. "The spider
taketh hold with her hands," Oh.
what a lesson that is for you and
me! You say if you had some
great sermon to preach, if you only
had great audience to talk to, if
You had great army to man shall, if
you only had a constitution to write, if
there was some tremendous thing in
the world for You TO do-then you
would show us. Yes, you would show
us! What if the Levite in the ancient
temple had refused TO snuff the candle
because he could not be high priest?
What if the humming-bird should re-
fuse to sing its song in 20 the ear of the
honey-suckle because it cannot, like
the eagle, dash its wing into the sun?
What if the rain-drop should refuse TO
descend because it is not a Niagara?
What if the spider of the text
should refuse to move its shuttle be-
cause it cannot weave Solomon's
robep Away with such folly. If you
are lazy with the one talent, you would
be lazy with the ten talents. If Milo
cannot lift the calf he never will have
strength 10 lift the OK. In the Lords
army there is order for promotion; but
you cannot be a general until you have
been a captain, lieutenant, and
colonel. 1t is step by step, inch by
inch, it is stroke by stroke that our
Christian character is builded. There
Glands you to do. God is not ashamed
TO do small things. He is not ashamed
to be found chiselling a grain of sand,
or helping honey bee to construct its
cell with mathematical accuracy, or
tinging shell in the surf, or shaping
the bill of a chaflinch. What God
| does, he does well. What you do, DO
work. If ten talents, employ ak the
ten. If five talents, employ all the
five. If one talent, employ the one.
If only the thousandth part of a
talent, employ that. "Be thou faith
full unto death, and / will give thee
the crown of life" / tell you if you
are not faithful to God in \ small
sphere, you would be indolent and in
significant in large sphere.
The Church of Christ, for instance, is
a palace. The King of heaven and
earth Ives in it. According to the
bible, her beams are of cedar, and her
rafters OK fir, and her windows of
| agate. and the fountains of salvation
dash a rain of light. 1t is a glorious
palace--the Church of God is; and yet,
sometimes, unseemly and loathsome
things creep up into it-evil-spealxing
| and rancor, and SANDER, and backbit-
| ing, and abuse, crawling up on the
walls of the church, spinning a web
| from arch to arch, and from the top of
| one communion tankard to the top of
another tanlSard. Glorious palace in
which there ought only to be light,
and love, and pardon, and grace; yet a
| spider in the palace!
Well, there are great many people
who look down into the grave as a
great cavern. They think it is thou
sand miles subterraneous, and all the
echoes seem to be the voices of despair,
| and the cascades seem TO be the falling
tears that always fall, and the gloom
of earth seems coming up in stalag-
mite, and the gloom of the eternal
world seems descending in the sta
lactite, making pillars of indescriba-
BILE horror. The grave is no such
place as that to me, thank God!
| Our divine Guide takes us down
into the great caverns, and we
have the lamp to our feet and the
light to our path and all the echoes in
the riffs of the rock are anthems, and
all the falling waters are fountains of
salvation, and, after awhile, we look
up, and behold! the cavern of the
tomb has become Kings star cham
Der. And, while we are looking at the
pomp of it, an everlasting morning be-
gins to rise, and all the tears of earth
crystalline into stalagmite, rising up
in pillar on the one side,
and all the glories of heaven