The Baptist headlight., 1893-09-15

al VIC CIIdIS LIldI cl6dVo the soul an(
throw the red hearts of men to b,
crushed In the wine-press. Trouble
at the store you may leave at the store
MISREPRESENTATION and abuse of the
world you may leave on the stree
where you found them. The lawsuit
that would swallow your honest ac
cumulatlOn may be left in the court
room. But bereavements are home
troubles, and there is no escape from
them. Your eye will catch at the sug.
gestive picture
You cannot fly the presence of such
Ills. You go 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 tiptop
and sit shivering on the glaciers. You
may cross the seas, but they can out
| SAL the swlttest steamer. You NAV
take caravan and put out across the
Arabian desert, but they follow YOU
like slmOom, armed with suffocation.
You plunge into the Mammoth cave.
put they hang like stalactites from the
root OF the great cavern. They stand
behlnd with skeleton fingers to push
you ahead. They stand before you to
throw you back. They run upon YOU
like reckless horsemen. They charge
upon you with cleaning spear. They
seem to come haphazard, scattering
shots from the gun of careless sports
man. But not so. 1t is good aim that
sends them just right, for God is the
ARCHER.
ms summer many of you will es-
peclally feel your grief as you go to
places where once you were accom-
panied by those who are gone now.
Your troubles will follow you to the
seashore and will keep up with the
lightning express in which you speed
away. Or tarrying at home they will
sit beside you by day and whisper over
your pillow after night. [ want to as
sure you that you are not left alone.
ana that your weeping is heard in
Heaven.
You will wander among the hills and
say, up this hill last year our boy
climbed with great glee and waved his
cap from the top" or This is the
place where our little girl put flowers
In her hair and looked up in her moth
er's face" until every drop of blood in
your heart tingled with gladness, and
you thanked Goa with thrill of rap
ture, and You look around as much as
to say: who dashed out that light?
Who filled this cup with gall? What
blast troze up these fountains of the
heart?"
Some of you have lost your parents
within the last twelvemOnth. Their
prayers for you are ended You take |
up their picture and try to call back
the kindness that once looked out
from those old, wrinkled faces and
spoke in such tremulous voice. and
you say 1t is good picture. But all
the while you feel that after all it does
not do Justice, and you would give al
most anything-you would cross the
sea, you would walk the earth over
20 hear just one word from those lips
hat few months ago used to call YOU
oy your first name, though so long YOU
have been parent.
Now, you have done your best to
hide your grief You smile when YOU
10 not feel like it. But though you
nay deceive the world, God knows.
1e looks down upon the empty cradle,
lpon the desOlated nursery, upon the
tricken home and upon the broken
leart and says: This is the way I
hrash my wheat; this is the way [
cour my jewels. Cast thy burden on
ny arm, and | will sustain YOU. All
hose tears | have gathered into my
Ottle."
But what is the use of having so
lany tears in GODS lachrymatory? In
hat great casket or vase why does God
reserve all your troubles? Through
IL the ages of eternity. what use of
reat collection of tears? | do not {
now that they will be kept there for I
yer. | do not know but that in some
lstant age Of Heaven an angel of God !
lay look into the bottle and find it as :
mpty OF tears as the lachrymals of :
dug up from the ancient q
Ity. Where have the tears gone? |
What sprite of hell hath been invad-
lg Gods palace and hath robbed the /
None These were S
lnctitied sorrows, and those tears v
ere changed into pearls that are now :
It in the crows and robes of the ran
,med.
[ walk up TO examine this heavenly
,ronet, cleaning brighter than the
IN, and cry, From what river depths s
heaven were those gems gathered" t
ld Thousand voices reply. 'These e
e transmitted tears from Gods bot O
E." | see scepters of light stretched i
'wn from the throne of those who on .
nth were trod on of men, and in every :,
epter point, and inlaid in every ivory =
air of the golden throne. | behold =
indescribable richness and luster. .
I'd cry, From whence this streaming
ght-these flashing pearls?" and the q
ices of the elders before the throne. v
ID of the martyrs under the altar. Il
d of the hundred ana forty and four 81
ousand radiant on the CLASSY sea ex- I
aim, TRANSMITTED tears from Gods al
tile" Ii
In Everlasting Evidence. II
Let the pages OF Heaven roll on-the p,
Try OF earth,s pomp and pride long til
Q ended. The kohinoOr diamonds tb
at make kings proud, the precious be
mes fhat aGnnrna Dr,.-se..