Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1893-08-28

dsscribabls loneliness in your suffer
ings;
BUT GOD KNOWS;
God compassionstes. He counts the
sleepless nights; be regards the acute
ness OF the pain; he estimates the hard
ness OF the breathing. While you pour
out the medicine from the bottle, and
} count the drops, God counts all your
/ falling tears. AS you look at the Walls,
/ filed with nauseous draughts, and at
/ the bottles OF distasteful tonic that
/ stand on the shelf, remember that there
Is larger bottle than these, which Is
! filed with no mixture by earthly apoth-
ecarieS, but il is Gods bottle, in which
be hath gathered all our tears.
Again: God remembers ell the sorrows
/ OF poverty. There is much want that
never comes to inspection. The dea-
/ cons Of the church never see il. The
/ Comptrollers OF almshouses never report
| 10. Ii comes not TO church, for IL has
/ no appropriate apparel. Il makes no
! appeal for help, but chooses rather to
suffer than to expose its bitterness.
/ Fathers who fail TO gain q livelihood, so
/ that they and their children submit TO
prlvation; sewing women, who cannot
ply the needle quick enough TO earn
/ them shelter and bread. But whether
reported or uncomplaining, whether in
seemingly comfortable parlor, or in
/ damp cellar, or In hot garrett, Gods
angels Of mercy are on the watch. This
moment those griefs are being collected.
Down on the back streets, In all the
| alleys, amid shanties and lOg-cabinS,
the work goes on. Tears Of want
Seethlng in summers heat, or freezing
10 winters cold-they fall not unheed-
ed. They are jewels for heavens cas-
ket. They are pledges Of Divine SYM
patty. They are tears for Gods bottle.
Again: the Lord preserves the re-
mombrance OF all paternal anXieties.
You see n man from the most Infamous
surroundings step out into the kingdom
of God. He has heard no sermon. He
has received no startling prOvidential
warning. What brought him TO this
new mind?
THIS Is THB SECRET:
God looked over the bottle In which he
gathers the tears Of his people, and he
saw a parental tear in that bottle which
has been for forty years unanswered.
He said go TO, now; and let me answer
that tear!" and forthwith the wanderer
is brought home to God. Oh, this work
Of training children for God 1t is a
tremendous work. Some people think
il easy. They have never tried it. A
child is placed in the arms of the Young
parent. IL is q beautiful plaything.
You look into the laughing eyes. You
examine the dimples in the feet. You
wonder at its exquisite organism. Beau
tiful playthinR! But on some nightfall,
as you sit rocking that little one, a
voice seems TO fall straight from the
throne OF God, saying, That child is
immortal! The stars shall die, but
that is an immortal! Suns shall grow
old with age and perish, but that is an
immOrtalm
Now / know with many OF you this Is
the chief anxiety. You earnestly wish
Your children 10 grow up rightly, but
you find il hard work TO make them do
as YOU wish. You check their temper.
You correct their waywardness; in the
midnight your pillow is wet with weep
ing. You have wrestled with God in
agony for the salvation Of your chill
UEHus Oh is n AlG II al kAdN AIAANbg
has been Intellectual. l answer: No.
God understands your heart He I'M
derstands how hard you have tried to
make
That DAUGHTER DO RIGHT,
though she is so very petulant and
reckless; and what pains you have
bestowed In teaching that son to walk
in the path OF uprightness, though he
has such strong proclivitieS for disSi-
patton. l speak cheering word. God
heard every counsel you ever offered
him. God has known all the sleepless
nights you have ever passed. God has
seen every sinking OF your distressed
spirit. God remembers your prayers.
He keeps eternal record OF your ankle
ties; and in his lachrymatory, not such
as stood IN ancient tomb, but in one
that glows and glitlers beside the
throne OF God, be holds all those ex-
hausting tears. The grass may be rank
upon your graves, and the letters upon
our tombstone deiaced with the ele-
ments before the Divine response will
come; but he who has declared, II will
be q God 10 thee" will not forget; and
some day, in heaven, while you are
ranging the fields OF liz hit, the gates
OF pearl will swim g back, and garlanded
with glory, tia { long Maynard one
will resh into your outstretched arms
Of welcome and triumph. The hills
may depart and the earth may burn
and the stars fall and timep erish, but,
God will break his oath and trample
upon his promiss-neyerl never!
- Il r,arnafnal
brance Of all bereavements. These are
the trials that cleave the soul, and
throw the red hearts OF men to be
crushed In the wine-press. Troubles at
the store you may leave at the store.
Misreprese ntation and abuse OF the
world you may leave on the street
where you found them. The law suit
thai would swallow your honest accu-
mutations may be left
IN THE COURT ROOM,
but bereavements .are home troubles,
aud there is no escape from them. You
will see that vacant chair. Your eye
will catch at the suggestive picture.
You cannot fly the presence of such ills.
You 90 to Switzerland to get clear OF
them, but more sure-footed than the
mule that takes you up the Alps, your
troubles climb TO the tip-top, and sit
shjyering on the glaciers. You may
cross the seas, but they can outsail the
sWiftest steamer. You may take cara
van, and put out across the Arabian
desert, but they follow you like
simeon, armed with suHoca-
tlOn. You plunge into the
Mammoth Cave, but they hang
like stalactites from the roof Of the
great cavern. They stand behind with
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