Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1893-09-20
TOWN. JUNIATA WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 90 s3

thanks.
=. In other words, you seem to be more crate
lu. Wnen 90 people lose their lives and Won
ger on than You are grateful to God when
yy you al ger on and you have no alarm at all.
NOW. you ought to be thankful when Won es-
| ape from accident, but more thankful when
.iley an escape. In the one case YOUR graft
@ suue IS somewhat selfish in the other it is
more IKE what it ought to be-
Or. these common mercies these common
DRESSINGS, how little we appreciate them and
now soon We forget them, Like the oy
Slazing, with the clover up TO its ewes like
'ne olra picking the worm out of the furrow
m never 'No thlnS sing to thank God, who makes
me me grass grow and who gives life to every
nVinS thing from the animalculm in the soJ
70 tas seraph on the throne. THANKSGIVING
1n the Z'th of November, in the autumn OF
me year, but blessings hour by hour and day
BY day and no thanks at all.
compared our Indifference TO the brute.
our perhaps wronged the brute / do NOT
Know but that among its other instincts il
may nave an instinct by which It recognizes
me divine hand that feeds it. 1 do not know
oat that God is through it holding commu-
aicatron .i with what we call 'irrational crea-
sion- Ihe COW that stands under the Will
.ow by the water course chewing its cud
looks very thankful, and who can tell how
uuen bird means by its song? The aroma
Of the flowers smell like incense, and the
mist arising from the river looks like the
H..
were as responsivei
IL you were thirsty and asked me for a
irihk and L gave you this glass OF water. your
common instinct would reply, THANK you.
ana yet. how many chaiices OF mercy we get
hour by hour from the hand of tho Lord. our
rather and our King, and we do not even
think to say, "Thank you" Moro Just 10
men than we are Just TO God
VINO thinks OF thanking God for the water
gushing up in the well, ioaming in the cas-
:aie lauShing over the rocks, pattering in
.he shower. clapping Its hands In the sea?
Who thinks to thank God for that? Who
thinks to thank God for the air, the fountain
oi life, the bridge OF sunbeams, the path of
sound. the great fan on a hot SUMMER dsy2
Who thinks to thank God for this wonderful
physical organism, this sweep OF vision, this
chime OF harmony struck into the ear.
ms crimson tide rolling through arteries and
veins, this drumming of the heart on the
march OF Immortality?
convict myself and I convict everyone
Of you while 1 say these things, that We
are unappreciative OF the common mercies
of life. And yet IL they were with ilrawn the
heavens would withhold their rain and the
earth would crack open under our feet and
desolation and sickness and woe would stalk
across the earth, end the whole earth would
become place of skulls
oh, my friends. let us wake up to an sp-
probation of the common mercies of life. Let
every day be Sabbath, every meal a sacra-
nent, every room holy OF holies We all
have burdens to bear let US cheerfully bear
them We all have battles to fight let US
courageously fight them
live want to die right, We must live right.
You go home an attend to your little sphere
ot duties. viii go home and attend TO my
little sphere OF duties. You cannot do my
work l cannot do your work Negligence
ini Incidence will win the hiss OF eyerlast-
Ing scorn, while faithiulness will gather its
garlands and wave its sceptre and sit upon
It's throne long after the world has put on
ashes and eternal ages have begun their
march.