The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-12-12

AOI dtNeuuluS TO llttle IurtS Inc IAtner Is
shocked at the broken bone Of the child, or
at the sickness that sets the cradle on fire
with fever. but it takes the mother to SYM
pathize with all the little ailments and little
bruises OF the child. II the child has
splinter in its hand, It wants the mother to
take It out and not the father. The father
says, 30, that is nothing" but the mother
knows it is something. and that a little hurt
sometimes is very great. So with God our
mother; all our annoYances are important
enough 20 look at and sympathize with.
Nothing with God is something. There are
no ciphers IN Gods arithmetic. And il we
were only good enough Of sight we could
see as much through microscope as
through telescope Those things that may
be impalpable and intiuitesimal to US. may
be pronounced and infinite to God. A
mathematical point is defined as having
no parts no magnitude. It is so small
you cannot imagine it, and yet math-
ematlcal point may be a starting point for
a great eternity. Gods surveyors carry a
very long chain. A scale must be very DEL
icate that can weigh a grain, but Gods
scale is so delicate that ne can weigh with 10
that which is so small that a grain is a
million times heavier. When John Kitto, a
DOOR boy on a back street of Plymouth, cut
his foot with piece Of glass, God bound it
mp so successfully that he became the great
Christian Reographer, and a commentator
known among all nations. So every wound
Of the soul, however insignificant, God is
willing to bind up. AS at the first CRY of
the child the mother rushes to kiss the
wound, so God, our mother, takes the
smallest wound of the heart, and presses it
to the lips of divine sympathy. "As one
whom his mother comforteth, SO will / COM
fort you.n
81 remark further that God has mothers
patience for the erring. II one does wrong.
first his associates In life cast him off; # he
goes on In the wrong way, his business
partner casts him off il he goes on, his best
friends cast him otf-his father casts him off,
where does he gos Who holds no grudge,
and forgives the last time as we'll as the
trst' Who sits by the murderer's counsel
all through the long triall Who tarries tho
longest at the windows OF q culprit's celll
Who, when all Others think Ill OF a man,
keeps on thinking well Of him9 1t is his
mother. God bless her gray hairs. il she be
still alive; and bless her grave, il she be
gonel And bless the rocking chair ia which
she used to sit, aud 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 erring. After every.
body else has cast man off, God our
mother, comes to the rescue. God leaps to
take charge of a bad case. After all other
other doctors have got through the heav-
at such a time does not amount to much.
Even the sympathy Of the church, | am
sorry to say, often does not amount to
much. have keen the most harsh aud bit
ter treatment on the part of those VINO
profess faith in Christ toward those who
we're wavering and erring. They tried Oh
the wanderer sarcasm, and billingsgate,
ana carlcature, and they tried tittle-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 again We have tried every thing
with him" 80, no." says the SER
geant, "there is one thing you have not
tried. | would like you to try that +"
"What Is thstp said the colonel. Said the
man, forgiveness" The case had not
gone so far but that he might take that
turn, and so the colonel said, "Well, young
man, you have done so and so. What is
your excusem II have no excuse but am
very sorry" said the man. "We have
made up our minds to forgive You, said the
colonel. The tears started. de had never
been accosted in that way before. His life
was reformed, and that was the starting
point for a positively Christian life o,
church Of God, quit your sarcasm when a
man fallsl Quit your irony; quit your
tittle-tattle, and try forgiveness. God,
your mother, tries IL all the time. A mans
sin may be like a continent, but Gods for
giveness is like the Atlantic and Pacific
oceans, bounding it on both sides.
The Bible often talks about Gods hand.
wonder how IL looks. You remember dis
tinctly how your mothers hand looked,
though thirty years ago it wlthered away.
1t was different from your fathers hand.
When you we're to be chastised you had
rather have mosher punish you than father.
1t did not hurt so much. And fathers hand
was different from mothers, partly because
1t had outdoor toll, and partly because
God intended 1t to be different. The
knuckles were more firmly set, and the
palm was calloused. 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 Ii was
soft. o it was very soft Was their ever
any poultice like that to take pain out OF
u wounds So Gods hand is a mothers
hand. What 1t touches It heals. If II smite
you 1t does not hurt as If 1t were another
hand. o, you poor wandering soul in sin
il is not a bailIff's hand that seizes you to-
day. IL is not a hard hand. 1t is not an
unsympathic hand. It is not a cold hand.
II is not an enemy's lard. No. II is a
gentle hand, loving htnl, A sympathetic
hand, soft haud, q motner's hand. "As
one whom his mother comforteth, 80 will
comfort YOU"
1 want to say, finally, that God has a
mothers way of putting child to Sleep
You know there is no cradle song like a
mothers. After the excitement of the
evening it 10 almost impossible to get the
child TO sleep. IL the rocking chair stop
moment the eyes are wide open; but the
mothers patience and the mothers soothing
manner keep on until. after while, the
angel Of slumber puts his wing over the
pillow. Well, my dear brothers and sisters
ia 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 Jbe music at our going not be the dige
Of the organ, or the knell OF the church
tower, or the drumming Of a dead
march," but let it be tho hush Of a mothers
lullaby. OF the cradle Of the grave will
be soft with the pillow Of all the promises.
When we are being rocked into that last
slumber, want this to be the cradle song;
"As one whom a mother comforteth, so
will l comfort you"
Asleep in Jesus! Far from thee
Thy kindred and thy graves may be:
But thine Is still a blessed sleep,
From which none ever wake TO weep.
A Scotchman was dying. His daughter
Nellie sat by the bedside 1t was Sunday
evening, and the bell Of the church was
ringing calling the paOula IN chureh Tho