Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1893-08-16

You have been better man ever since.
You have better woman ever since In
the jar of the closing gate of the
sepulcher YOU heard the changing OF
the opening gate OF Heaven, and you
felt an irresista ole drawing Heaven
ward. You have been purer and holier
of heart ever since that night when the
little one for the last time put its arms
around you neck and said. Goodnight,
papa; goodnight. mamma Meet me in
Heaven"
But / must come on down to your later
sorrow. What was il? Perhaps IL was
sickness The child's tread on the
stairs 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 oh, the WEAKNESS and exhaus-
tion! Oh. the burning pangsl Would
God IL were morning. would God it
were night. were your frequent cry.
But you are better, perhaps even we'll
Have you thanked God that to-day YOU
,nn come out a the fresh air; that YOU
are in this place 20 hear Gods name,
and TO sing Gods praise, and 20 inn
plore Gods help, and 10 ask Gods for
EAfNAANNNa RAGN0 Vic Aa0Au ~ AA0 nN1AGln
all our diseases, and redeemeth our
lives from destruction.
Perhaps your last sorrow was finan-
cial embarrassment / congratulate
some Of you on your lucrative profession
OF occupation, on ornate apparel, on a
comnodious rcsidence-every thing YOU
put your hand TO seems 10 turn to gold.
But there are Others of you who are
like the ship on which Paul sailed
where two seas met and you are broken
by the violence of the waves. BY an
unadvised Endorsement, or by con-
junction Of unforeseen events or by fire
or storm, or a senseless panic, you have
been flung headlong, aud where you
once dispensed great charities. now you
have hard work 20 make the two ends
meet.
Have you forgotten to thank God for
your days OF prosperity, and thai
through your trials some of YOU have
made investments which win continue
after the last bank has exploded. and
the silver and gold are molten. in fires
of n burning world. Have you, amid
all your losses and discouragements.
forgot that there was bread on your
table this morning, and that there will
be 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 glad and glorious and
triumphant religion 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 n source Of
the quickest sympathy ever since, has
suddenly become silent forever. And
now sometimes, whenever in sudden
annoyance and without deliberation
you say, II 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 tender and
loving watchful of all your ways, ex-
ultant over your success without say
ing much, although the old people do
talk il 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 wide wilder
ness of desolation. the sands of the des-
ert driving across the plane which once
bloomed like the garden OF God. And
Abraham mourns for Sarah at the cave
of Machpelah. Going along your path
in life suddenly right before you was
an open grave.
People looked down, and they saw IL
was only "a few feet deep and few feet
wide, but TO YOU it was n chasm down
which went all your hopes and all your
expectations.
But cheer up in the name of the Lord
Jesus Christ, the comforter lie is
not going TO forsakc you. Did the
Lord take that child out OF your arms?
Why he is going to shelter il better
than you could. lie is going to array
1T in white robe, and give it palm
branch and have it all ready 10 greet
you at your coming home Blessed the
broken heart that Jesus heals. Blessed
the importunate cry that Jesus com
passionates. Blessed the weeping eve.
from which the soft hand of Jesus
wipes away the tear.
Some years ago / was sailing down
the st. John river, which Is the Rhine
and Hudson commingling in one scene
of beauty and grandeur, and while I
was on the deck of the steamer a zen
tleman pointed out 20 me the places of
interest, and he said: "AllAhis is inter.
val land. and it is the richest land 10
all the provinces of New Brunswick
and Nova Scotia"
What, said /, do you mean by inr
terval laud?" Well" he said. "thla
land is submerged for part OF tha
year; spring freshets come down, ard
all these plains are ovevflowcd with tho
water and the water leaves "a rich d.
post and when the waters are goba
the harvest syringe uD and there e
the grandest harvest that was ever
rcaped.' And ! irFtantly thoughts
cit is not the heighrs If the church
and it is not the be ghts OF thh
world that are the S, ancs of the great
est prosperity, but The s.,nl over which
the floods OF sorrow hs-.' gone. the soul
over which the frcsh7v of circulation
have torn their way r 30 Yields the
greatest fruits Of ripht--.,ssncss. and the
largest harvct for time and the richest
harvest for eternity" Bless God that
/ your soul is interval land
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