Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1892-12-15

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sometimes is very great. So with God,
/ our mother an our annoyances are i'm
/ portant enough to look at and sympa-
thize with. Nothing with God is some-
thing. There are no ciphers in Coda
arithmetic. And If we were only good
I enough of sight, we could see as much
: through microscope as through
! telescope. Those things that may be
impalpable and infinitesimal to MS, may
! be pronounced and infinite to God. A
mathematical point is defined as having
no parts, no magnitude. 1t Is
I SO small you cannot imagine
it, and yet mathematical point
may be a starting-point for
great eternity Gods surveyors
carry very long chain. A scale must
be very delicate that can weigh grain,
but Gods scale is SO delicate that he
can weigh with it that which Is
so small that a grain Is million times
heavier When John Kitto, poor boy
on back street of Plymouth, cut his
foot with piece of glass, God bound
| ~ up so successfully that he became
the great Christian geographer, and
commentator known among all ma
| tons. SO every wound of the soul,
| however insignificant. God is willing to
bind up. As at the first cry of tn
child the mother rushcS to kiss the
wound, so God our mother. takes the
smallest wound OF the heart and
presses 1t to the lips of divine syInpa-
thy. las one whom his mother com
forteth, so will comfort YOU"
| remark farther that Goi has q
mothers patience for the erring.. II
one does wrong, first his associates in
life cast him Off; il he goes on in the
wrong way, his business partner casts
him of: if he goes on, his best friends
east him off-his father casts him off
But after all Others have cast him off,
where does he 60? Who holds no
grudge, and forgiveS the last time
as well as the first? Who sits
by the murdcrer's counsel all through
the long trial? Why tarries the longest
at the windows of a culprit's cell?
Who, when all others think i'll of
man, keeps on thinking well OF
him? 1t is his mother God bless
her gray hairs, if she be still alive; and J
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 read! So God, our mother, has /
patience for all the crring After every |
body else has east a man Off God, our |
mother, comes to the rescue. God leaps
to take charge of a bad case. After !
all the other doctors have got through !
the heavenly physician comes in, I
Human sympathy ut such a time does |
not amount to much. Even the SYM
pathy of the church, am sorry to say,
often does not amount TO much.
have seen the most harsh and bitter
I treatment on the part of those who
professed faith in Christ toward those
who We're wavering and erring. They
tried on the waudercr sarcasm. and
! BilliDgsgate. and caricature. and they
tried tittlc-tattle. There was one
thing they did not try, and that was
forgiveness. A soldier in England was
brought by Sergeant to the Colonel.
What says the Colonel, bringing
the man here againl We have tried
everything with him" IN, no." says
the Sergeant, there is one thing you
have not tried. would like you to
try that" What is that" said the
Colonel. Said the man, forgiveness.
The case had not gone so far but that
it might take that turn, and so the
Colonel said, We'll, young man,
you have done SO and SO.
What is your excuser' ~ have no ex-
cuse, but ] am very sorry" said the
man. I'VE have made I'M our minds TO
forgive you" said the Colonel. The
tears started. He had never been ac-
costed in that way before. His life
was reformed, and that was the start
ing point for positive Christian life.
Oh. Church of God, quit your sarcasm
Co. .1
quit your tittle-tattle, and try forgive
ness. God, your mother, tries it all
the time. a mans sin may be like
continent, but God S forgiveness is like
the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, bound
ing in on both sides
The Bible often talks about Gods
hand. / wonder how 1t looks. You re-
member 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
outdoor toll, and partly because
God intended it to be different The
muscles were more firmly set, and the
palm was cauoused. But mothers
hand was more delicate. There were
blue veins running through the back
of it, Though the fingers, some of
them were picked with needle, the
palm of it was soft. o. 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 IL smite you it does not hurt as IL it
were another hand. Oh you poor. wan
dering soul in sin, it is not bailitf's
hand that seizes you to-day. 1t is not
a hard hand. 1t is not an unsympa-
thetic hand. 1t is not a cold hand. 1t
is not an euemy's hand. No. 1t is
gentle hand, loving hand, a sympa-
thetic hand, soft hand, mothers
hand. AS one whom his mother com
forteth, so will | comfort you"
| want TO say, finally, that God has
a mothers way of putting child to
sleep. You know there is no cradle
song like n mothers. After the ex-
element of the evening it is almost
impossible to get the child to sleep.
II the rocking chair stops a moment,
the eyes are 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 sooth us, to
hush us to sleep. Let the music at our
going not be the dirge of the organ, or
the knell of the church tower, or the
DIR mining of dead march," but let
il he 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
cradl"-song: "As one whom mother
/ comfureth, so will | comfort YOU"
asleep In Jesus Far from thee
THY kindred and their graves may be;
But thine Is still a blessed sleep,
From which none ever wake 10 weep
Scotchman was dying. His daugh-
ter Nellie sat by the bedside. 1t was
Sunday evening, and the bell of the
church was ringing, calling the peo-