The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1893-01-13

season"
II is high time that the king Of ter
rors were thrown out Of the Christian
vocabulary. A vast multitude of peo-
pie talk Of death rs though IL wero the
disaster Of disasters instead of being To
q good man the blessing of blessingsI
II is moving out of cold vestibule into
a warm temple. II is migrating into
groves of redolence and perpetual fruit
age. II is change from bleak March
TO roseatc June. IL is n change of man
aclcs for garlands. II is the trans
muting OF the iron handouts of earthly
incarceration into the diamonded wrist
let's OF n bridal party; or TO use the sug-
gestion Of my text, il is only huslSing
time. 1t is the tearing off of the rough
sheath of the body that the bright and
the beautiful soul may go free. Coming
in like shock of corn cometh in in
his season." Christ broke up funeral
procession ut the gate of Main by MAX
ing resurrection day for young man
and his mother. And | would that
could break up your sadness and halt
the long funeral procession of the
worlds grief by some cheering and
cheerful view of the last transition.
We all know that huslSing time was
time of frost Frost on the fence.
Frost on the stubble. Frost on the
ground. Frost on the bare branches of
the trees. Frost in the air. Frost on
the hands of the huskers. You remem-
Der we used to hide between the corn
stacks to keep of the wind. but still
you remember how shivering was the
body and how painful was the cheek,
and how benumbcd were the hands.
But after awhile the sun was high mp
and all the frosts went out of the air,
and hilarities awakened the echoes, and
joy, from one corn shock went up,
AHA, aha! and was answered by Joy
from another corn shock, Aha, aha"
So we all realize that the death of our
friend is the nipping of many eNpecta-
tions, the freezing, the chilling, the
frosting OF many of our hopes. 1t is far
from being south wind. 1t comes out
of u rigid north, and when they go
away from us we stand bcnumbed in
body and bcnumbed in mind and be-
numbed in soul. We stand among our
dead neighbors, our dead families, and
we say: Twill we ever get over it?'
Yes, we will get over amid the shout
ings of Heavenly reunion, and we will
look back 10 all these distresses of
bereavement only as the temporary dis
tresses of huslSing time weeping
may endure for a night, but joy
comcth in the morning" Light, and
but for moment" said the apostle
as he clapped his hands, light, and
but for n moment" The chill of the
frosts followed by the gladuess that
cometh in like shock of corn cometh
in in his season"
OF course, the huslsing time made
rough work with the ear of corn. The
husIing peg had To be thrust in, and
the hard thumb of the husker had TO
come down on the swathing of the ear,
and then there was pull and there
was n ruthless tearing, and then COM
plcte swapping off before the corn was
free, and if the huslS could have spoken
it would have said: "Why do you LAGER
ate me? Why do you wrench me? All!
my friends, that is the way God has ar
ranged thatthe ear and husl< shall part,
and that is the way he has arranged
that the body and soul shall separate.
You can afford to have your physical
distresses when you know that they are
only forwarding the souls liberation.
Every rheumatic pain is only plunge
of the huslSing peg. Every neuralgia
twinge is only n twist by the husker.
There is gold in you that must come
out Some way the shaclSle must be
Oh In,
launched for heavenly voyage. You
must let the Heavenly Husbandman
husk off the mortality from the
Immortality. There ought 10 Ice
great consolation in this for all
who have chronic ailments, since the
Lord is gradually and more mildly
taking away from you that which him
ders your souls liberation, doing grad
ually for you what for many of us in
robust health perhaps He will do in one
fell blow at the last At the close of
every illness, at the close of every par
oxysm, You ought to say: Thank God,
that is all past now; thank God, will
never have TO suffer that again; thank
God, | am so much nearer the hour OF
liberation" You will never suffer the
same pain twice. You may have n new
pain in an old place, but never the same
pain twice. The pain does its work and
then it dies. Just SO many pluuges OF
the crow-bar TO free the quarry-stone
for the building
Just so many strokes of the chisel to
complete the statue. just so many
pangs 10 separate the soul from the
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and disorders, are only paying in in