The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1893-02-04


a splinter in its hand, It wants tn,
mother to take it out, and not the
father. The father says, ''Oh, that il
nothing" but the mother knows it is
something, and that little hurt
sometimes is very great. So with God,
| our Mother; all our annoyances are
important enough to look at and SYM
pathize with. Nothing with God is
omething. There are no ciphers in
Gods arithmetic. And if we were only
good enough of sight we could see as
much through microscope as through
a telescope. Those things that may
| be impalpable and infinitesimal to us,
| may be pronounced and infinite to God.
| A mathematical point is defined as
having no parts, no magnitude. 1t is
SO small that you can not imagine it,
| and yet mathematical point may be
starting point for a great eternity.
| Gods surveyors carry a very long chain.
A scale must be very delicate that
| can weigh a grain, but Gods scale
is SO delicate that He can weigh
with it that which is so small that
a grain is million times heavier
When John Kitto. poor boy on back
street of Plymouth, cut his foot.wit a
piece of glass, God bound it up so snc-
cessfully that he became the great
Christian geographcr, and a commenta-
tor known among all nations. So ev-
| cry wound of the soul, however insig-
ni6cant, God is willing to bind up. As
| at the first cry of the child the mother
rushes to kiss the wound, SO God, our
] Mother, takes the smallest wound
of the heart, and presses it to the lips
of Divine sympathy. "As one whom
his mother comforteth, SO will COM
fort you"
remark further that God has a
mothers patience for the erring. If
| one does wrong. FIRST his associates in
life cast him off; ii he goes on in the
wrong way. his business partner casts
| hiin off; if he goes on his best friends
cas-. him off his father casts him off
But after all others have cast him off,
grudge, and forgives the last time as
well as the first? Who sits by the MUIR
derer's counsel all through the long
trial? Who tarries the longest at the
windows of culprit's cell? Who,
when all others think ill of man,
keeps on thinking well of him? 1t
is his mother. God bless her gray
hairs, if she be still alive; and bless her
grave if she be gone! And bless the
rocking chair in which she used to sit,
and bless the cradle that she used to
| rock, and bless the Bible she used to
read! So God, our Mother. has patience
| for all the erring.
The Bible often talks about Gods
hand. l wonder how it looks. You
| remember distinctly how your mothers
hand looked, though thirty years ago
| it withered away. 1t was different from
your fathers hand. When you wero
to be chastiscd you had rather
have mother punish you than
father. 1t did not hurt so much.
And fathers hand was different from
| mothers, partly because it had out
door toll, and partly because God in
tended it to be different. The knuclles
were more firmly set and the palm was
calloused. But the mothers hand was
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running through the back of it.
| Though the fingers, some of them,
were priclzed with needle, the palm
| of it was soft. Oh! it was very
soft. Was there ever any poultice
like that to take pain out of a wound.
So Gods hand is mothers hand.
what it touches it heals. If it smite
| you it does not hurt as If it were an
other hand. Oh, yon poor. wandering
soul in sin, it is not bailiffs hand that
| seizes you to-day. It is not q hard
hand 1t is not an unsympathetic
hand 1t is not cold hand 1t is not
an enerny's hand. No, it is gentle
hand, loving hand, a sympathetic
hand, a soft hand, mothers hand.
"As one w HON his mother comforteth,
| so will / comfort you"
want to say, finally, that God has a
mothers way of putting a child to
sleep. You know there is no cradle
song like mothers. After the excite
ment of the evening it is almost inn
possible to get the child. to sleep. If
the rocking chair stop moment, the
| eyes are wide open; but the mothers
patience and the mothers soothing
manner keep on until, after awhile,
| the angel of slumber puts his wing over
the pillow. Well, my dear brothers
! and sisters in Christ. the time will
come when we will be wanting
to be put to sleep. The day OF
our life will be done. and the shadows
of the night of death will be gathering
| around us. Then we want God to
soothe us, to hush us to sleep. Let the
| music of our going not be the dirge OF
the organ. or the knell of the church
tower or the drumming of dead
march,. but let it be the hush of a
mothers lullaby. Oh! the cradle of the
grave will be soft with the pillow of
| all the promises. When we are being
| rocked into that last slumber l want
| this to be the cradle song: "As one
whom a mother comforteth, SO will ]
comfort you"
| Asleep in JesusI Far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be;
But thine is still blessed sleep
From which none ever wake to weep.
A Scotchman was dying. His daugh-
ter Nellie sat by the bedside. 1t was
Sunday evening, and the bell Of the
church was ringing, calling the people
! to church. The good old man, in his
| diving dream. thought that he was on the