The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1893-09-09


slant privation sewing women who can
not ply the needle quick enough to earn
them shelter and bread.
But whether reported or accomplishing,
whether in seemingly comfortable parlor
or in damp cellar or in hot garnet, Gods
angels of mercy are on the watch. This
moment those griefs are being collected.
Down on the back streets, in all the alleys,
amid shanties and log cabins, the work
goes on. Tears of want-seething in sum-
mer's heat or freezing in winters cold
they fall not unheeded. They are jewels
for heavens casket. They are pledges of
divine sympathy. They are tears for Gods
bottle.
PATERNAL ANXIETTEs.
Again, the Lord preserves the remem-
brance of all paternal anxieties. You see
a man from the most infamous surround
ings step out into the kingdom of God.
He has heard no sermon. He has received
no startling providential warning. What
brought him to this new mind? This is
the secret. God looked over the bottle in
which he gathers the tears of his people,
and he saw a parental tear in that bottle
which has been for 40 years unanswered.
He said, go to, now, and let me answer
that tear' and forthwith the wanderer is
brought home to God.
Oh, this work of training children for
Godl 1t is tremendous work. Some peo-
pie think it easy. They have never tried it,
A child is placed in the arms of the young
parent. 1t is a beautiful plaything You
look into the laughing eyes. You examine
the dimples in the feet. You wonder at its
exquisite organism. Beautiful playthingl
But on some nightfall, AS you sit rocking
that little one, a voice seems to fall straight
from the throne of God, saying: "That child
is immortal The stars shall die, but that
is an immortal Suns shall grow old with
age and perish, but that is an immortal"
Now, know with many of you this is the
chief anxiety. You earnestly wish your
children to grow up rightly, but you find it
hard work to make them do as you wish.
You check their temper. You correct their
waywardness. In the midnight your pillow
is wet with weeping. You have wrestled
with God in agony for the salvation of your
children. You ask me if all that anxiety
has been Intellectual. l answer, No God
understands your heart. He understands
how hard you have tried to make that
daughter do right, though she is so very
petulant and reckless, and what pains you
have bestowed in teaching that son to walk
in the path of uprightness, though he has
such strong proclivities for dissipation.
l speak cheering word. God heard
every counsel you ever offered him. God
has known all the sleepless nights you have
| ever passed. God has seen every sinking
of your distressed spirit. God members
your prayers. He keeps eternal record of
your anxieties, and in his lachrymatory,
not such as stood in ancient tomb, but in
one that glows and glitters beside the
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ing tears.
The grass may be rank upon your graves
and the letters upon your tombstone de
| faced with the elements before the divine
response will come, but he who hath de
clared, II will be God to thee and to thy
seed after thee" will not forget, and some
day in heaven while you are ranging the
| fields of light the gates of pearl will swing
back, and garlanded with glory that long
wayward one will rush into your out
stretched arms of welcome and triumph.
The hills may depart, and the earth may
burn, and the stars fall, and time perish,
but God will break his oath and trample
upon his promises-never! never!
OUR DEPARTMENTS.
Again, God keeps perpetual remem-
brance of all bereavements. These are the
trials that cleave the soul and throw the
red hearts of men to be crushed in the wine
press. Troubles at the store you may leave
at the store Misrepresentation and abuse
of the world you may leave on the street
where you found them The lawsuit
that would swallow your honest accumu-
lations may be left in the courtroom. But
bereavements are home troubles, and there
Is no escape from them. You will see that
vacant chair. Your eye will catch at the
suggestive 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 gla-
ciers. You may cross the seas, but they
can outsail the swiftest steamer. You may
take caravan and put out across the Ara.
bian desert, but they follow you like a 81
noon, armed with suffocation. You plunge
into the Mammoth I'VE but they hang like
stalactites from the roof of the great cav
ern. They stand behind with skeleton fin
gers to push you ahead. They stand before
you to throw you back. They run upoI
you like reckless horsemen. They charg,
upon you with cleaning spear. They seen
to come haphazard, scattering shots from
the gun of "A careless sportsman. But no
So 1t is good aim that sends them JUS
right, for God is the archer.
| This summer many of you will especial
feel your grief as you go to places wher,
once you were accompanied by those wht
are gone now. Your troubles will follow
you to the seashore and will keep up will
the lightning express in which you speed
away. Or tarrying at home they will 81
beside you by day and whisper over you
pillow night after night / want to assure
;you that you are not left alone, and tina
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 tn
top" or, This is the place where our littl
girl put flowers in her hair and looked VI
in her mothers face" until every drop o
blood in your heart tingled with gladness
and you thanked God with thrill of rap
ture, and you look around as much as t.
say: "Who dashed out that light? VIII
filled this cup with galli What blast froz
up these fountains of the hearth"
Some of you have lost your parents with
in the last twelvemonth. Their prayers 70
you are ended. You take up their pic
ture and try to call back the kindness tina
once looked out from those old, wrinkles
faces and spoke in such a tremulous voice
and you say it is a good picture. But al
the while you feel that after all 1t does no
do justice, and you would give almost any
thing-you would cross the sea, you woul,
walk the earth over-to hear just one wor
from those lips that few months ago use
, to call you by your first name, though IS
! long you yourself have been u parent
Now, you have done your best to hid
your grief. You smile when you do nc
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