Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1892-11-28


u]ary. A vast multitude Of people talk
Of death os though IL were the disaster
of disasters instead Of being to good
man the blessing of blessings. 1t is
moving out Of cold vestibule into
warm temple. 1t is migrating into
groves of redolence and perpetual fruit
AGE. II is q change from bleak March
Co roseate June. 1t is change OF man
acles for garlands. II is the transmut-
inq of the iron handouts of earthly in
carceration into the diamonded wristlets
of bridal party, or, to use the sugges-
ton Of my text, it is only hushing time.
1t is the tearing off of the rough sheath
Of the body that the brig hit and the beam
t.ful soul may go free Coming in "like
n shock of corn cometh in in his sea-
SON." Christ broke up funeral pro-
cession at the gate of Main by making
resurrection day for Young man and
his mother, and l would that ! could
break up your sadnesses and halt the
| long funeral procession of the worlds
grief by some cheering and cheerful
view of the last transition.
We, all know that husking time was
time of frost. Frost on the fence; frost
on the stubble; frost on the ground; frost
ON the bare branches of the trees; frost
in the air; frost on the hands of the
huskers. You remember we used to
hide between the corn stacks so as to
keep off the wind, but still you remem-
Der how shivering was the body, and
how painful was the cheek, and how
bcnumbed were the hands. But after
awhile the sun was high up, and all the
frosts went out Of the air, and hilarities
awakened the echoes, and Joy from one
corn shock went up, "Aha, ahaP' and
was answered by joy from another corn
shock, "Aha, aha"
So we all realize that the death of our
friend is the nipping of many expecta-
tons, the freezing, the chilling, the
frosting Of many of our hopes. 1t is far
from being south wind. 1t comes ont
of the frigid north, and when they go
away from us we stand benumbed In
body. and benumbed in mind, and be-
uumbed in soul. We stand among our
dead neighbors, our dead families, and
we say, "Will we ever get over itY'
Yes, we will get over it amid the shout
ings of heavenly reunion, and we will
look back to all these distresses of be-
reavement only as the temporary dis
tresses of husking time. Weeping may
endure for night, but joy cometh in
the morning." "Light, and but for a
moment" said the apostle as he clapped
his hands eight, and but for mo-
1 ment." The chill Of the frosts followed
by the gladness that cometh in like q
shock of corn cometh in in his season."
OFF WITH THIS HUsK OF FLESH
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 swathipg of the ear, and
then there was pull, and there was a
ruthless tearing. and then a complete
swapping of before the corn was free,
and if the husk could have spoken it
would have said: "Why do you lacerate
me? Why do you wrench meY All,
my friends, that is the way God has ar
ranged 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 plunge
Of the hrsking peg. Every neuralgia
twinge is only twist by the husker.
There is gold in you that must come out,
Some way the shackle must be broken,
Some way the ship must be launched
for heavenly voyage. You must let
the Heavenly Husbandman husk of
the mortality from the Immortality.
There ought TO be great consolation in
this for all who have chronic ailments
since the Lord is gradually and more
mildly taking away from you that which
hinders your souls liberation, doing
gradually for you what for many of us
in robust health perhaps he will do IN
J one fell blow at the last At the close
, of every illness, at the close of every
! paroxysm, you ought TO say, "Thanh
! God, that is all past now; thank God.
!, will never have to suffer that again
thank God, am SO much nearer the
} hour Of liberation"
You will never suffer the same pail
, twice. You may have new pain i'll al
old place, but never the same pain twice
! The pain does its work, and then it dies
} Just so many plunges of the crowbar tt
free the quarry stone for the building
} just so many strokes OF the chisel Il
} complete the statue. Just so man,
pangs to separate the soul from the body
, You who have chronic ailments and dis
orders are only paying in installment
} that which some of us will have TO pa.
, in one payment when we pay the deb
7 OF nature. Thank God, therefore, y
9 who have chronic disorders, that yol
I have SO much less suffering at the last
Thank God that you will have so mucl
!, less to feel in the way of pain at tn
0 hands of the Heavenly Husbandmal
: when ''the shock of corn cometh in il
4 his season."
, Perhaps now this may be an answe
: to u question which asked one Sabbatl
0 morning, but did not answer, Why is |
D that so many really good people have 8
: dreadfully to suffer- You often find
0 good man with enough pains and ache
( and distresses, you would think, to dis
oipline whole colony, while you viii
find a man who is perfectly useless &c
D ing about with easy digestion and stead,
/ nerves and shining health, and his exi
!; from the world is comparatively painless
I How do you explain thatg Well, nc
a ticed in the huslxing time that the husk
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