Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1893-01-07
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conforteth. 50 will l comfort you"
Irenark further that Sod has a mothers
patience for tue errins. Ii one Goes wrong
FIRST his associates in life cast him of: II he
-oes III the wrong way his business partner
casts hin off. # he goes On his best friends
cast him of-his father casts him OF. But
after all others have cast him OF, wnere
does he 90: Who holds no grudge and for
gives the last time as we'll as the nrst' "no
sits bv the murderer's counsel all through
the long trial. Who tarries the longest at
the windows OF a c~ulpri.'s cells Who, when
al Others thins III os a man. keeps on think
ing well Of him It IS his mother. God
bless her gray hairs If she be still alive. AMI
bless her yravelt she be gone And bless
the rocking chair IN which she USED ID SIT.
and bless the cradle that she used to rocE,
and bless the Bible she used TO read
SO God, our Mother. has patience Tor al
the errina After everybody else has cast
man Of God. orr Mother, comes to the res
cue. God leaps % take charge of a bal case.
After all the other doctors have got through
the heavenly Physician comes IN. human
sympathy az such a rlnedoes not amount 70
rauch. Even the sympathy Of the cnurch,
Lam sorry % say, often does not amount to
much nave seen the most harsh and bit
fer treatment on the part OF those "no pro-
fesssi faith in Christ toward those VINO were
wavering and erring. They tried on tho
wanderer sarcasm and ~billingsgate and carl
cature, and they tried little tattle. There
was one thing they did not try, and that was
forgiveness
A soldier IN England was brought by q
sergeant ID the colonel. "What," says the
colonel, bringing the man mere again! We
have tried everything with him." ooh,
nc" SAYS the sergeant; there is one thing
YOU have not tried. would like you to try
that" what is thatg' says the colonel.
Said the man, 'Forgiveness.' The case had
ra< roma q for hut that II roIphf Via that
turn, and so the colonel said: "Well. young
man, you have done so and SO. What IS
yohr e1cuses Il have no excuse, but l am
very sorry" SAID the man.
" have made up GU minds to forgive
you" said the colonel. The tears started.
He had never been 2ccOstet n that way be-
fore. 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 falls! Quit your irony, quit
your little tattle, and try forgiveness. God,
your Mother. tries it all the time. A mans
sin may be like a continent, but roc for
giyeness IS Ike the Atlantic and Pacific
oceans, bounding 1t on both sides.
The Bible often talks about Gods hand.
| wonder how it looks. You remember dis
tinctly how our 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
LII nave iotIiE1 dIli oA tAoA 6t4C
1t did not hurt SO much. And father hanG
was different from mothers. partly because
it had outdoor toll, and partly because God
INTENDED i. to be different. The knuckles
were more firmly set. and the palm was cal
l0uset.
But mothers hand was more delicate.
There We're b ue veins running through the
back of it. though the fingers, some of
them, were pickle with a needle, the palm
of it was soft. On, 1t was very soft, Was
there eye. any poultice like that TO- tsske
mother ham. What it touches it heals.
II 1t snlte YOU i does not hurt as if it were
another hand. Oh, you poor wandering soul
IN sin, 1t IS not d kaiilff"s hand that seizes
you today 1t is not Il hard han1. 1t is not
an unsympathetic hand. 1t is not a cold
hand. 1t is not an enemy's hand. No. 1t
IS gentle hand, il loving hand, a sympa-
thetic hand, a soft hand, a mothers hand.
'As one whom his mother contorteth, SO
will | comfort YOU
[ want to say finally that God has a
mothers way or putting a child to sleep.
You know there Is no cradle song like a
mothers. After the excitement OF the even
ing 1t Is almost Impossible to get the child
to sleep. Ii the rocking chair stop a mo-
ment the eyes are wlie 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 wnen 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 soothe us, to hush us to
sleep.
Let the music at our going not be the dirge
of the organ, Or the hnell of the church
tower. or the drumming OF a dead march"
but let it be the hush of a 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 slumber | want
this to be the cradle song, AS one whom a
mother comforteth. SO will comfort YOU
Asleep in Jesus. Far from thee
Thy kindred and tneir 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 people to church. The
good old man, in his dying dream, thought
that he was on the way to church, as he used
to be when he won't In the sleigh across the
his dying dream he thought it was the call
to church.
He SAID, "dark, children, the bells are
ringing; we shall oe late; we must make the
mare step out qulckv' He shlvered. and
then said: Pull the buffalo robe I'D closer.
my lass! 1t is cold crossing the river. but
we will soon be there, Nellie; we will soon
be there" And he smliel and said. Just
there now No wonder he smiled. The
good old man had got to church. Not the
old country church, but the temples in the
skies. Just across. the river. How COM
fortably did God hush the old man t. sleep!
AS one whom his mother comforteth, so God
comforted him.