Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1893-06-23

nave not in them one tangle too intri-
cate.
You sometimes feel as If our world
were full of bludgcOns flying hapaaz-
ard. Oh. no; they are threshing in
struments that God just suits to your
case. There is not u dollar of bad
debts on your ledger, or II d~isappoint-
ment about goods that YOU expected
to go up but that have gone down, or
a swindlc of your business partner. or
II trick on the part of those who are
are, but God intended to overrule for
your immortal help. ooh" you say,
there is no need talking that way to
mel don't like to be cheated and
outraged" Neither does the corn like
the co~rn-thresher: but after it has
been threshed aud winnowed 1t has a
great deal better opinion of winnow-
ing mills and corn-threslers.
well" you say, IF l choose my
troubles / would be willing to he trou-
blcd." All. my brother, thcn it would
not be trouble. You would choose
something that would not hurt. and UNI
less it hurts it does not get sanctttied.
Your trial. perhaps. may be childless-
ness. You are fond of children. You
say: "Why does God send children to
that other household where they are
unwclcome, and are beaten and bang
ed about, when I would have taken
them into the arms of my affections"
Your trial, perhaps, may be a dfstig-
ured c%ountenancc, or u face that is
easily caricatured, and you say: ''Oh,
l could endure anything If only 1 vas
good-looking." And your trial. per-
haps, is Il violent temper, and you have
to drive it like six unbroken horses
amid the gunpowder explosions of n
great holiday, and cvcr and anon it
runs away with you. Your trial is the
asthma. You say: 'Oh, if it We're
rheumatism. or neuralgia. or erysipe-
las, but is this asthma, and it is such
an cXhausting thing to breathe" Your
trouble is a husband, short. sharp,
snappy and cross about the house. and
raising a small riot because Il button is
OFF. How could you know the button
is Off? Your trial is IL wife ever in con-
test with the servants. n she is q
sloven. Though she was cry careful,
about her appearance in your presence
once. now she is careless because she
said her fortune is made. Your trial is
Il hard school lesson you can not learn,
and you have bitten your tinger-nails
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elybody has some veSation or annoy
ancc. or trial, and he or she thinks
it is the one least adapted. Anything
but this" all say. Anything but this"
Oh, my hearer. are you not ashamed
to he complaining all this time against
God? Who manages the affairs of this
world, anyhow? Is it an Infinite Mo-
ldoc? or a Sitting Bull savage: or III
omnipotent Mana Suhib? No; it is the
most merciful and glorious and wise
Being in all the universe. You can not
teach O%mnipotence anything. You have
frcttcd and worried almost enough. Do
Won not think so? Some of you are
making yourselves ridiculous in the
sight of the angels. Hero is a naval
architect. and he draws out the plan
of n ship of many thousand tons.
Many workmen are engaged on it for
IL long while. The ship is done: and
some day, with the flags up and the air
gorgeous with bunting. that vessel is
launched for southampton. AT that
time ii lad & years of age IN rum
ming down the dock with a toyboat
knife; and he says: Here. my boat
is better than yours. Just look at this
jib-boom and these weather cross jack
Braces and he drops his little boat
beside the great ship. and there is Il
roar of laughter on the docks. All. my
friend. that great ship is Your life as
God planned it-vast, million-tonncd.
ocean-lcstined. eternity bound. That
little boat is your life as YOU are try
ing to hew it out, and fashion it. and
launch it. ALI. do not try to be IL rival
of the great jehovah. Goo is always
right and in ninc cases out of ten You
are wrong. He sends just the hard
ships. just the bankruptcies. just TIL.
cross that is best Tor you to have. He
knows what kind of grain YOU are
land he sends the right kind of tllresh-
ing-mnchine. 1t will be a rod. or staff.
Or iron wheel. just according as you
are titches, or cummin. or corn.
Another thing my text teaches us is
that Christian sorrow is going to have
Bread corn is bruised, because he will
not be ever threshing it," Blessed be
God for that! Pound away. O tiail.
Turn on, . wheel! Your work will
soon be done. He will not be cver
thrnshing it," Now the Christian has
almost as much use in the organ fol
the stop tremulant as he has for the
trumpet. But after awhile he will put
the last dirgc into the portfolio for
ever. So much of us as is wheat will
be separated from so much as is chaff
and there will be no more need ol
pounding.
They never Cry in heaven, because
they have nothing to cry about. Their,
are no tears of bereavement. for 70,
shall have your friends all round a!ou
Won. There are no tears of poverty
because each one sits at the king
table and has his own chariot Of sll
!; walton and free access TO the ward
robe where princes get their array
, No tears of sickness. for there ar
! no pneumonias on the air, and no ma
= larial exhalations from the rolling rive
of life, and no crutch for the lam
) limb and no splint for the broken arlr
!. but the pulses throbbing with til
I health of the eternal God in n clilna,
: like our June before the blossoms fa
: or our gorgeous October before til
Z leaves scatter.
9 Oh! that 1 could administer some G
), these drops of celestial anodyne I
u those nervous and excited souls. ]
Z Won would take enough Of 1t 1t wOlll