Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1893-06-22

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perplexities OF your earthly business
have not In them n tangle too intri-
cate. y.
You sometimes feel as II our world
Were fun of bludgeons flying haphaz-
ard. Oh. no; they are threshing IN
struments that God just suits to your
case. There is not a dollar Oh a
debts on your ledger. or a disappolnt,
ment about goods that you expected
TO go up but that have zone down, OF
a swindle of your business partner, OF
a trick on the part of those who are
in the same kind of business that you
are. but God intended TO overdue 1or
your immortal help. "Oh." you say,
there is no need talking that way TO
mel don't like TO be cheated and
outraged Neither does the corn
the co~rn-thresher: but after II has
been threshed and winnowed 1t has q
great deal better opinion Of winnow-
ing mills and corn-threshers.
well" you say, IF i choose my
troubles / would be willing to be trou-
bled." All. my brother, then it would
not be trouble. You would choose
something that would not hurt, and I'M
less il hurts il does not get sanctified.
Your trial. perhaps, may be childless~
ness. You are fond of children. ion
say: ''Why does God send children 10
that other household where they are
uRwelcome, and are beaten and bang
ed about, when j would have taken
them into the arms of my anectionss
You say: ANY other trial but this.
Your trial. perhaps, may be a dishg-
ured countenance, or q face that Is
easily caricatured, and you say: on,
/ could endure anything il only L was
g~oodlooking." And your trial, per-
haps, is a violent temper, and you have
to drive ii like six unbroken horses
amid the gunpowder explosions OF a
great holiday, and yer n anon II
rum away with you. Your trial Is the
asthma. You say: "Oh, II 1t were
rheumatism, or neuralgia, or erysipe-
las, but is this asthma, and it is such
an exhausting thing TO breathe Your
trouble is a husband, short, sharp,
snappy and cross about the house, and
raising a small riot because a button is
off. How could you know the button
is off? Your trial is a wife ever in con-
test with the servants, and n Is a
sloven. Though she was very careful
about her appearance in your presence
once, now she is careless because she
said her fortune is made. Your trial is
a hard school lesson you can not learn,
and you have bitten your tinger-naiiS
until they are q sight TO behold. Ev-
eryboGy has some vexation or annoy
ance. or trial, and he or she thinks
it is the one least adapted. Anything
but this" all say. Anything but this"
Oh, my nearer, are you not ashamed
to be complaining all this time against
God? Who manages the affairs of this
world, anyhow? Is it IN infinite Mo-
doc? or a Sitting Bull savage? or an
omnipotent Mana Sahib? No; it is the
most merciful and glorious and wise
Being in all the universe. You can not
teach Omnipotence anything. You have
fretted and worried almost enough. Do
you o think so? Some of you are
making yourselves ridiculous in the
sight of the angels. Here is a naval
architect, and he draws out the plan
Of a ship OF many thousand tons.
Many workmen are engaged on il for
a long while. The ship is done: and
some day, with the flags UP and the air
gorgeous with bunting. that vessel is
launched for Southampton. At that
time a lad 6 years of age comes run
ming down the dock with a toyboat
which he has made with his W jack
knife; and he says: Here, my boat
is better than yours. just look at this
jib-boom and these weather cross Jack
braces" and he drops his little boat
beside the great ship, and there is a
roar of laughter on the docks. An. my
friend, that great ship is your life as
God planned it-vast, million-tonned.
ocean-destined, eternity bound. That
little boat is your life as you are try
ing TO hew ii out, and fashion il. and
launch 1t. All, do not try to be a rival
of the great Jehovah. God is always
right and in nine cases out OK ten you
are wrong. He sends just the hard
ships, just the bankruptcies, just the
cross that is best Tor you to have. He
knows what kind Of grain YOU are,
and he sends the right kind of thresh-
ing-machine. Ii will be a rod. or staff.
or iron wheel, just according as you
are fitches, or cummiP, or corn.
Another thing my text teaches us is
that Christian sorrow is going TO have
a sure terminous. My text says,
Bread cor is bruised, because he will
not be ever threshing it," Blessed be
God for that! Pound away, o fail.
Turn on, . wheel! Your work will
sotu Dt uOhe. Ie Will not De ever
threshing it," Now the Christian has
almost as much use In the organ for
the stop tremulant as be has for the
trumpet. But after awhile he will put
the last dirge into the portfolio for
ever. SO much of US as is wheat win
be separated from so much as is chaff.
and there win be no more need of
pounding.
They never cry in heaven. because
they have nothing TO cry about. There
are no tears of bereavement. for You
shall have your friends all round about
you. There are no tears of poverty.
because each n sits at the kings
table and has his own chariot of sal
yatiea and free access 10 the ward
robe where princes get their array
No tears of sickness. for there are
no pneumonias on tue air, and no ma
larial exhalations from the rolling river
of life, and no crutch for the. lame
limb and no splint for the broken arm.
but the pulses throbbing with the
health of the eternal God in a climate
IKE our June before the blossoms falI
or III gorgeous October before the
leaves scatter.
Oh. that l could administer some Of