The Globe-republican., 1893-09-01
see the houseless coming to God for

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shelter, and the wretched and the vile.
and the sin-burned, and the passion
blasted appealing for mercy to COM
passionate God, ] exclaim in ecstasy
and triumph: More tears for Gods
bottler'
| Again: God keeps a tender remem-
brance of all your sicknesses- How
many of you are thoroughly sound In
body? Not one out of ten. do not
! exaggerate. The vast majority of the
race are constant subjects of ailments
There is some one form Of disease that
you are particularly subject to. You
! have weak side. or back. or are sub
! ject to headaches. or faintnesses, or
lungs easily distressed. 1t would not
take a very strong blow to shiver the
| golden bowl of life, or break the pitcher
at the fountain. Many of You have
kept on in life through sheer force OF
will. You think no one can under
stand your distresses- Perhaps you
look strong. and it is supposed that You
! are a hypochondriac. They say that
I you are nervous-as if that were moth
/ ing. God have mercy upon any man or
woman that is nervous. At times you
| sit alone in your room. Friends do not
come. You feel an indescriba bic lone
illness in your sufferings: but God
knows. God feels, God compassionates.
He counts the sleepless nights: He re-
CARDS the acuteness of the pain: He es-
Inmates the hardness of the breathing.
While you pour out the medicine from
the bottle, and count the drops, God
counts all your falling tears. As you
| look at the walls, filed with nauseous
draughtS. and at the bottles of the dis
tasteful tonic that stand on the shelf.
! remember that there is a larger bottle
than these. which is filed with no mix
ture by earthly apothecaries. but it is
Gods bottle. in which He hath gath
cred all our tears.
Again: God remembers all the sor-
rows of poverty. There is much want
that never comes to inspection. The
dcacons of the church never see it. The
comptrollers of al.nshouseS never re-
port it. 1t comes not to church, for it
has no appropriate apparel 1t makes
no appeal for help. but chooses rather
to suffer than expose its bitterness.
Fathers who fail to gain a livelihood
so that they and their children submit
to constant privation: sewing women.
who cannot ply the needle quick enough
to earn them shelter and bread. But
whether reported or accomplishing
whether in seemingly comforta BILE par
Tor. or in damp cellar, or in hot garnet.
cd. lS n = l,x, !,
This moment those gifts are being col
lected. Down on the back streets, in
all the alleys. amid shanties and log
cabins, the work goes on. Tears OF
want. seething in summers 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.
Again: The Lord preserves the re-
membrance of all paternal anXities.
You see man from the most infamous
surroundings step out into the kingdom
of God. He has heard no sermon. He
has received no startling provident:al
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 forty years unan-
swered. He said: go to. now. and
let me answer that tear and forth
with the wanderer is brought home to
God. Oh. this work of training chill
dren for God! 1t is tremendous work
Some people think it easy. They have
never tried it A child is placed in the
arms of the young parent. 1t is beau
tiful plaything. You look into the
laughing eyes. You examine the dim
pies in the feet You wonder at its ex-
quisite organism. Beautiful plaything.
But on some nightfall. as you sit rock
ing that little one. voice seems to fall
straight from the throne OF God. say
ing: That child is immortal. The
stars shall die but that is an immortal, |
Suns shall grow old with age and per-
ish. but that is an immortal
Now, l 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 hayward |
ness: 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
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
that son to walk in the paths
Of uprightness. though he has such
strong proclivities for dissipation.
speak a 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.
Tod remem bers 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
Ind glitters beside the throne of God.
He holds all those exhausting tears.
The grass may be rank upon Your