Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1892-12-01


when th .Ay 20 away from as we stand be
numb d In body and benumbed In mind
and benumbed in soul. We stand among
our dead neighbors, our dead families, and
W say, "Wili we ever get over its' Yes,
Ne will get over it amid the shoutings Of
heavenly reunion, and we will look back to
all these distresses of bereavement only as
the temporary distresses Of husking time.
sweeping may endure for a night but joy
cometh in the morning." "Iight, and but
for a moment" said the apostle as he
clapped his hands; "light, and but for a
moment" The chill of the frosts followed
by the gladness that cometh in like a
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 tho ear, and then there
was q pull and there was a ruthless tear
ing, and then complete swapping off be-
fore the corn was free, and if the husk
could have spoken it would have said;
"Why do you lacerate meP 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 body and the soul
shall separate. You can afford to have
your physical distresses when you know
that they are only forwarding the SOULS
liberation. Every rheumatic pain is only
aplunge of the husking peg. Every neu-
ralgic twinge is only twist by the husker.
There is gold in you that must come out.
Some way Che shackle must be broken.
Some way the ship must be launched for
heavenly voyage. You must let the Heav-
emily 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 gradu-
| ally and more mildly taking away from
you that which hinders your souls liberia
ton, 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,I am so much nearer the hour OF lib
eration."
You will never suffer the same pain
twice You may have new pain in an old
place, but never the same pain twice. The
pain does it's work and then it dies. Just
so many plunges of the crGwbar 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 installments 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 ut
the hands of the Heavenly yHusbandman
when 1.-The shock of corn coEosth in in his
season."
THE SORROWS OF THIS LHFa.
Perhaps now this may be an answer to q
question which 1 asked one Sabbath mgrn-
ing, but did not answer, Why is it that
SO many really good people have so dread
fully to suffer- You often find a good
man with enough pains and aches and dis
tresses, you would think, to discipline a
whole colony, while you will find a man
VINO is perfectly useless going about with
easy digestion and steady nerves and shin
ing health, and his exit from the wGAd is
comparatively painless. How do y0N ex-
plain thatS Well, noticed in the hRsking
time that the husking peg was thrust into
the corn, and then there must be a stout
pull before the swathing WAS takenu off the
ear and the full round, healthy, luxuriant
corn was developed, while, ON the other
hand, there was corn that hardly seemed
; werth husking.
I'VE threw that into piaee all by itself
and we called it nubbins- Some of it
was mildewed, and some of it was mice
njbbled, and some of it was great promise
anf no fulfillment. ALI coslS and me corn
Ndbbins! After the good corn had been
driven up to the barn we came ;around
with the corn basket, and we picked ul
these nubbins. They were worth saving
but not worth much. So all around ut
there are people who amount to c0mpara
: tivB.y nothing. They develop into Gu kind
Ofusefulness. They are nibbied On ,Gne side
by 'the world and nibbled on the other
sideby the devil, and mildewed an over
Great promise and no fulfillment. Aa o0be
: and sno corn. Nubbins! They are worth
saving. suppose many of them will get
to heaven, but they are not worthy to be
mentioned in the same day with those whc
wenh through great tribulation into the
kingdom of our God.
} this life, the misfortunes of this life-whe
would not rather be torn and wounded and
Iaeerated and wrenched and hnsked and
at last, go in amid the very best grain ui
the granery-than to be pronounced not
worth nhnsking at ALP NHbbinsa In uther
wOrds,,I want to say to you people vino
have distress of body and distress in busi.
ness and distress of all sorts, the Lord has
! nt 1Ifrn :, n
rogatory; it is complimentary. "Whom
the Lord loveth he chasteneth," !" and it il
proof positive that there is something
have hnsked you.
REJOICE TOGETHER.
You remember also that in the time of
huskiRg }itVwas a neighborhood reunion.
By the great fireplace in the winter, the
fires roaring, around the gloriied backlogs
on an old fashioned hearth, of which the
modern stoves and registers are only the
degenerate descendants, the farmers used
to gather andspend the evening, and there
would be much sociality; but it was not
anything Gkeithe joy of the husking time,
for then all the farmers came, and they
came in the very best humor, and they
came from beyond the meadow, and they
came from beyond the brook, and they
came from regiAns two and three miles
around.
Good spirits reigaed supreme, and there
were great handskakings, and there was
carnival, and there, was the recital of the
brightest experienesina all their lives, and
there was neighborhood reunion the
memory Of which makes all the nerves of
my body tremble with emotion as the
strings of harp when the fingers of the
player have swept the chords. The husk.
iing time was the time,cf neighborhood re.
union, and so heaven will be just that.
There they come upl They slept in the
OLD village churchyand There they come