Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1893-08-12

light went out, and there was darkness
thick, murky, impenetrable, shudder-
ing darkness. But God did not leave
you there. Mercy spoke. As You were
about to put the cup to your lips God
said, LET it pass" and forthwith, as
by the hand of angels, another cup was
put into your hands; it was the cup of
Gods consolation. And if you have
sometimes lifted the head of u wounded
soldier and poured wine into his lips,
SO God puts His left arm under your
head, and with His right hand He
pours into your lips the wine of His
comfort and His consolation, and you
looked ut the empty cradle and looked
ut your broken heart, and you looked
ut the Lords chastisement, and you
said, Even so. Father, for so it SEEM
good in Thy sight"
But ! must come on down to your
later sorrow. What was it? Perhaps
| it was sickness. The child's tread on
| the stair or the tick of the watch on
the stand disturb you. Through the
long weary days you counted the figures
in the carpet or the flowers in the wall
paper. But you are better, perhaps
even 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
God forgiveness?
Perhaps your last sorrow was finan-
cial embarrassment. BY an unadvised
Endorsement, or by u conjunction of un-
foreseen events, or by fire or storm, or
a senseless panic, You have been flung
headlong, and where you once dis
pensed great charities now you have
hard work to make both ends meet.
Have you forgotten to thank God for
your days of prosperity. and that
through your trials some of You made
investments which will continue after
the last bank of this world has eX-
ploded and the silver and gold are
molten in fires of burning world?
Have you, amid all your losses and en-
couragcments, forgot that there was
bread on your table this morning and
that there shall be a 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 a
glad and glorious and triumphant re-
ligion for your soul?
Perhaps your last trouble was be-
reavement. That heart which in child
hood was your refuge. the parental
heart. and which has been source of
the quickest sympathy ever since, has
suddenly become silent forever. And
now sometimes. whenever in sudden an
noyance and without deliberation you
say. 81 will go and tell mother" the
thought flashes ON you: Il 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 successes without say
ing much, although the old people dc
talk it over by themselves-is taken
away forever.
Or there was your companion in life,
sharer of your joys and sorrows, taken,
leaving the heart an old ruin. where
the i'll winds blow over a wide wilder
ness Of desolation, the sands of the
desert driving across the place which
once b3oomed like the garden of God.
And Abraham mourns for Sarah at the
save of Machpelah. Going along your
path in life, suddenly, there was IN
open grave.
But cheer up in the name of the Lord
Jesus Christ, the Comforter. He iS not
going to forsake you. Did the Lord
take that child ont of your arms" Why
he is.going to shelter it better than you
could. He is going to array it in
white robe and give 1t n palm branch
and have it all ready to greet yon at
your coming home. Blessed the broken
heart that Jesus heals Blessed the
importunate cry that Jesus compassion
ates Blessed the wesping eye from
which the soft hand of Jesus wipes
away the tear
But these "Reminiscences reach only to
this morning. There ie one more point
of tremendous "Reminiscences, and that
is the last houTof life, when we have tc
look overall our past existence. What
a moment that will I've, place Napo-
Icons dying "reminiscences on st. Helena
beside Mira. Judson's dying "reminiscences
in the harbor of st. Helena the same
island, twenty years after. Napoleon's
dying "Reminiscences WAS one OF delirinm
AS he exclaimed: Head of the army"
Mrs. Judson's dying "reminiscences, as
she came home from her missionary
toll and her life of self-sacrifice 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
sound sleep for an hour, and woke amid
the songs of angels
1 place the dying reminiseence of
Augustus Caesar against the dying rem
iniscence of the Apostle Paul. The
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