Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1892-12-17
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to the horses, the Golfer g035 tearing tirougu
the sod and the furrow reaches from fencs
to fence. Next day there Is a bang at the
bars an ! a rattle of whiff stree, again. The
6eld says, II wonder what the farmer is go
ing to do now?7 The farmer bitches the
horses to the harrow, an1 it goes bounding
and tearing across the field
Next day there is rattle at the bars
again, aud the field says "Nnst is the far
mer going to do nowg He walks heavily
lcross the field, scattering seed as he walks.
After awhile a c.oui comes The field says.
"Hnat, more troublsrn 1t begins to rain.
After awhile the wind changes to the north
EAST and it b. rims to snow. Says the field:
rs it not enon "a that | hare been torn AMI
rampled upon and drowne3s Must / now
De shovel TN ierg' After awhile spring
comes out of the gates OF the south, and
warmth and gtadnass come with it. A green
scarf baniages the cash of the wheat field,
and the July morning drops crown OF gold
III the heal OF the grain.
'sOh," says the field NOW know the uss
Of the pillow, of the harrow, OF the heavy
loot, OF the shower and OF tns snow storm
1t is well enough to be troiden aud
trampled and drowned and showed under if
in the end can yield suci glorious har-
vest" '.de that goeth forth an weepeth,
bearing precious seed, shall doubtless coma
again with rejoic.ur, bringing his saeaves
with him."
When I see Sod especially busy in trou-
bling AMI trying a Christian, know that out
Of that Christians character there is to
come some especial gaoi. A quarryman
goes down into thu excavation, and with
strong handed machinery boras into the
rock The rock says, What do you do
that forg' He puts powder in he lights
fuse. There is a laundering crash. The
rock says, why, the whole mountain is
going to pieces The crowbar is plunged
the rock is dragged out. After awhile it is
taken into the artists studio 1t says,
swell, now have got gooj. warm, com
Portable place at last
But the sculptor takes the chisel an ma
let and he digs for the eyes, AMI he cuts for
the mouth, ami he bores for the ear, and he
rubs it with sandpaper, until the rock says,
"Whep will this torture be endei?" A sheet
is thrown over it. 1t stands in dar lness.
After awhile it is taken out fhs GOV arins
is removed. 1t stands in the sunli ght, in the
presence of ten thousand applauiing people,
as they greet the statute OF tho poer, o. the
prince, or the conqueror.
"Ah," says the stone, NOW understand
it. l am great deal better oil now stan +
ing as statue of a conqueror than would
have been down in the quarry So God
finds a man down in the quarry of ignorance
and sin. How to get him up? He must be
bored and blaste and chise.ed and scout ed
and stand sometimes in the darkness.
But after awhile the mantle of affection
will fall off, and his soul will be greeted by
the one hundred and forty-.our thousand
and the thousands of thousands as more than
conqueror. Ga, my friends, God, our
Mother, is just as kind in our Affections as
in our pros oerities. Col never touches us,
but for our good, IL a field clean and Gu :
tured is better off than barren field, and IT
a stone that has become statue is better off
than the marble in the quarry, then that
soul that God chastens may be His fayorite.
Oh, the rocking OF the soul is not the
rocking of an earthquake, but the rocking OF
Gods cradle. "As one whom his mother
comforteth, so will L comfort you" havs
been told that the pearl in an oyster is
merely the result of a wound or a sickness
infii ted upon it, and do not know but that
the brightest gems of heaven will be found
to have been the wounds of earta kindled
into the jewelad brightness OF eternal
glory.
remark that Go | has a mothers capaci-
tv for attending to little hurts. The father
is shocked at the broken bone OF tde child or
at the sickness that sets thu cradle on frs
with fever, but it takes the mother to SYM
pathizs with all the little ailments AMI little
bruises of the child. II the child have a
splinter in its hani it wants the m)thsr to
take it out and not the father The father
says, sob, that is nothing" but the mother
knows it is something, and that little hurt
sometimes is very great SO vita TO our
Mother; all our annoyances are important
enough to look at and sympathize with.
Nothing with God is something Thsrs
are no ciphers in Cots arithmetic. Aud It
we were only goo enough of sight we coul
see as much through a microscope as
through telescope. Those things that
may be palpable aud infuiteslmal to us may
be pronounced and infinite to Gof. A
math smatical point is defined as having no
parts, no magnitude. 1t is so small you eau
not imagine it, ani yet mathemancA
point NAV bs a starting point for great
eternity Gods surveyors carry very long
chain. A scale must be very delicate tina
can weigh a grain, but Cots scale is SO dell
cate that He can weigh VITA it that w1lcl
is SO small that a grain Is million times
heavier
When John Kitto, a POOR boy on bac'
street of Plymouth, cat his foot vita
piece of glass, God bound it up so success
fully that he became the great Christian
geographer ami a commentator know
among all nations. So every wound OF tai
soul, however Insignificant, God is wiilln:
to bind up As at the first cry OF the chlil
the mother rushes to kiss the wound, S
Cos, our Mother. takes the smallest woun
of the heart and nrasses it to the lp; Q
divine sympathy. AS one whom his mother
comforteth, so will l comfort vou."
l remark further that God has mothers
patience for the erring. If one Goes wronl
first his associates in life cast him off: if b,
goes in the wrong way his business partner
casts him off, if he goes on his best friend:
cast him off-hiS father casts him of. Blu
after all others have cast him off, where
does he go? Who holds no grudge and for
gives the last time as well as the first2 Wht
sits by the murderer's counsel all through
the long trial. Who tarr eS the longest al
the windows OF cuprit's celi2 Who, when
all others think i'll oe man, keeps on think
ing well of himl 1t is his mother. Cos
bless her gray hairs if she be still alive, and
bless her grave il she be gonei And bles;
the rocking Chair in which she used to sit,
and bless the cradle that she used to rock,
and bless the Bible she usel to read
So God, our Mother, has patience for all
the errinq. After everybody else has cast a
man off God, our Mother, comes to the res
cue. God leaps to take cdarye OF a bad case.
After all tue other doctors have got through
the heavenly Physician comes in. Human
sympathy a such time does not amount to
much Even the sympathy of the church,
l am sorry to say, often does not amount tC
much | have seen>the most harsh and bit
ter treatment on the part of those who pro
fessei faith in Christ ward those who were
wavering and erring. They tried on the
wanderer sarcasm and billingsgate and carl
cature, and they tried little tattle. There
was one thing they did not try, and that was
forgiveness.
A soldier in nglan was brought by {
sergeant to the CO onel. NV hat" says TIL
colonel, bringing the man here again We
have tried everything with him." "Oh
no NyE IA Mt ic
you have not tried. l would like you to try
that" "What is thatg' says the colonel
Said the man, forgiveness" The case hac
not gone so far but that it might take thai
turn, and so the colonel said well, young
man, you have done so and SO. What i
your excuseg II have no excuse, but aul
very sorry" said the man.
1--WE have made up our minds to forgive
you" said the colonel. The tears starte :
He had never been acsosted in that way be
fore. His life was reformed, and that wa
the starting point for positively Christian
life. o church of God, quit your sarcasm
when a man fallsl Quit your irony, qut
your little tattle. AMI Try forgiveness. sod
your Mother. tries it all the time. man
sin may be like a continent, but Go0's for
giveness is ike the Atlantic and Pacifi
oceans, boun ling it on both sides.
The Bible oftan talks about Gods hand
l wonder how it looks You remember dis
tinctly how your mothers hand looked
though thirty years ago it withered away
1t was different from your fathers han
When you were to be chastsed you ma
rather have mother punish you than father
1t did nos hurt so much. And fathers han
was different from mothers, partly becaus
it had outdoor toll AMI partly because Co
intended it to bs different. The knucSle
were more firmly set and thu palm was cal
lousei.
But mothers haul was more delicate
There were b ne veins running through til