Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1893-08-17

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! God IL were morning. would God II
were night, was your frequent cry.
But you are better. perhaps ever well.
Have you thanked God that to-day you
can come out in the fresh air: that you
are in this place to hear Gods name and
to sing Gods praise, and to implore
Gods help, and to ask Gods forgive
ness? Bless tn Lord who healeth all
our diseases and redeemeth our lives
from destruction.
Perhaps your last sorrow was q
financial embarrassment. / %congratu-
late some of you on your lucrative pro-
fession or occupation, on nate appar-
ell, on a commodius residence-every-
thing you put your hand TO seems TO
turn to gold. But there are others or
you who are like the ship on which
Paul sailed where W. seas met, and
you are broken by the violence of the
ave BY an unadvised Endorsement,
or by a conjunction of unforeseen
events, or by tire or storm, or a sense
less panic, you have been flung head
long, and where you once dispensed
great charities now you have hard work
to make the two ends meet.
Have you forgotten to thank God
for your days of prosperity, and that
through your trials some of you have
made investments which will colitinle
after the last bank of his world has
exploded and the silver and gold arc
molten in fires of Il burning world:
Have you, amid all your losses and dis
couragaments, forgot that there was
bread on your table this morning and
that there shall be Il shelter for your
head from the storm, and there IS air
for your lungs, and blood for your
heart, and light for your eye, and Il
glad and glorious and triumphant re-
ligion for your Soulf
Perhaps your last trouble was q be-
reavement. That heart which in child
hood was your refuge, the parental
heart. and which has been Il source of
the quickest sympathy eve since, has
suddenly become silent forever. And
now sometimes, whenever in sudden
annoyance and without elaboration you
say, Il will go and tell mother" the
thought flashes on you, II have no
mother" Or the father, with voice less
tender, but at heart as earnest and
loving-watchful of all our ways, eX-
ultant over your success without saying
much, although the old people do talk
it ove by themselyeS-iS taken away
forever.
Or there was your companion i'll life,
sharer of your joys and sorrows, taken,
leaving the heart an old ruin, where
the i'll winds blow over q wide wilder
ness OF desolation. the sands of the
desert driving across the place which
once bloomed like the garden of God.
And Abraham mourns for Sarah at the
cave OF Machpelah. Going along your
path in life, suddenly, right before you
was an open grave.
People looked down, and they saw
thar it was only a few feet deep and a
few feet wide, but to you it was a
chasm down which won't all your hopes
and all your expectations.
But cheer up in the name OF the
Lord Jesus Christ, the Comforter. He
is not going to fosake you. Did the
Lord take that child Il of your arms?
Why he Is going to shelter it better
than you could. He is going to array
it in Il white robe, and give it a palm
branch and have it all ready to greet
you at your coming home. Blessed the
broken heart that Jesus heals. Blessed
the importlmatc cry that Jesus compass
sionatcs. Blessed the weeping eye
from which the soft hand of Jesus
wipes away the tear.
There is n o point Of tremon-
dous Renaissance, and that is the last
hour OF life, when we have TO look over
all our past existence. What a mo-
nient that will be! l have Napoleon's
dying Renaissance in the harbor of
st. Helena, the same island, twenty
years after. Napoleon's dying rrminiS-
I nnJlE.n xN~nE an of lnliff.,nn ps he ~
claimed, Head of the army Mrs.
Judson's dying reminiscence, as she
came home from her missionary toll
and her life of self-sacritice for God,
dying in the cabin of the ship in the
harbor of st. Helena, was, Il always
did love the Lord Jesus Christ" And
then, the historian says, she fell into
a sound sleep for IN hour, and woke
amid the songs of angels.
/ place the dying Renaissance Of Au-
g1lstus Caesar against the dying remin-
iscence of the Apostle Paul. The dying
Renaissance of Augustus Caesar was.
addressing his attendants, Have 1
played my part web on the stage Of
lifeg" and they answered in the affirm
atiye and he said: why, then. don't
you applaud meT' The dying reminis-
cence Of Paul the apostle was, II have
fought a good fight, / have finished my
course, l have kept the faith; hence
forth there Is laid UP for me a crown
Of Righteousness, which the Lord, the |
righteous judge, will give me in that
day, and not to me only, but to all
them that love his appearing" August
Caesar died among pomp and great sur
~roundings. Paul uttered his dying rem
iniscencc looking up through the roof
of a dungeon, God grant that our dying
pillow may be the closing of a useful
life, and the opening of a glorious eter.