The Penn's Grove record., 1893-09-01

work to make tneIn 90 aS you mton.
You check their temper You correct their
waywardness in the midnight your pillow is
wet with weeping. You have wrestled with
God in agony for the salvation OF your chill
dren. You ask me il all that anxiety has
been III efrectual. / answer, No. God I'M
ierstanl Is rot heart. He understands now
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 teaching that son to walk in the path OF
6prightness, though he has such strong pro-
~,livities for dissipation.
I speak a cheering word. Col heard every
you eyer offered Him. God has
known all the sleepless nights you have
passed. God has seen every sinking oil your
depressed spirit. God remembers your
prayers. He keeps eternal record OF your
anxieties, andin His ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS such
as stood In an ancient tomb, brt.in one that
Slows and glitters besides the throne OF God
holds all those ~exhausting tears.
The grass may be rank upon your graves
and the letters upon your tonbstones de-
faced with the elements before the divine
response will come, but He who hath de-
clared, ~ will be a God to thee and to thy
seed after thee will not forget, and Rome
lay in heaven while you are ranging the
1elds of light the gates of pearl will swing
back, and ~garlanded with glory that long
hayward one will rush into your out
stretched arms OF welcome andtriumph. n
hills may depart, and the earth may burn,
and the stars fall, and time perish, but God
Will break His oath and trampie upon HIS
promises-neveri neverl
Again, God keeps aperpetual remembrance
of all bereavements. These are the trlals
that cleave the soul and throw the red hearts
Of men to be crushed in the wine press.
Troubles at the store you may leave at the
store. Misrepresentation n abuse OF the
world you may leave on the street whore you
found them. The lawsuit TINT would swallow
your honest accumulations may be left In the
courtroom. But bereavements are home
troubles, and there is no escape from them.
You will see that vacant chair. Your eye
will catch at the sugges. We picture.
You cannot fly In the presence OF such Ills.
You go to Switzerland to get clear OF them /;
but, more sure footed han the mule that
takes you up the Alps, your troubles climb
to the tiptop and sit shivering on the gla-
ciers. You may cross the seas. but they can
outsail the swiitest steamer. You may take
caravan and put ont across the Arabian des-
ert, but they follow you like a simeon,
armed with suffos1tion. You plunge into
the Mammoth cave, but they hang like sta
factites from the roof of the great cavern.
they stand behind with skeleton fingers to
push you ahead. They stand before you to
throw YOU back. They run upon you like
reckless horsemen. They charge upon you
uaphazsrd, scattering shots from the gun OF
q O~sreless sportsman. But not so. 1t is good
aim that sends them Just right, for God is
the archer.
This summer many of you will especially
feel your grief as you go to places where once
you were accompanied by those who are
gone now. Your troubles will follow you to
the seashore ind VIII keep vi with the light
ming express in which you spsei away. Or,
tarrying ut home, they will SKI beside you by
day and whisper over yo.HfEllow night-sfter
night. I want to asserSa5bu that youare
not nc left, left alone and that Fesptns is heard
You will wander amongthe hills and say,
Cup this hill last year our boy climbed with
great Glee and waved his eEp from the top"
or ''This is the place whs our little girl put
flowers IN her hair and4ooked up in her
mothers face" until every drop OF blood in
your heart tingled with gladness, and you
thanked God with a thrill OF rapture and you
look around as much as to say AsWho
dashed out that light? Who filed this cup
with gall? What Ilast frpze up these foun-
tains Of the hearth
Some of you .haysutsst your parents within
the last twelve G1fths., Their prayers for
you are ended. You take up their picture
UlItA tl1 W Se1lA btl1h hAho AAAAA tAAAAt SAAN'
looked out from those old, wrinkled faces
and spoke in such a ~tremulous voice, and
you say 1t is a good picture, but all the while
you feel that, after all, it docs not do justice,
and you would give almost anything-you
would cross the sea; you would walk the
earth over-to hear just one word from those
lips that q few months ago used to call you
by your first name, though 80 long you your
self havebeen n parent.
Now Won have done y0ur hest fA hide vOur
grief. You smile when you do not feel like
1t. But though you may deceive the world,
God knows. He looks down upon thu
empty cradle, upon the desolated nursery,
upon the stricken home and upon tho
broken heart, and says: '.Thls is the WHY
/ thrash the wheat this is the way I scsur
My jewels! Cast thy burden on My srm,
have gathered into My bottle!' !.
But what is the use of having so many
tears in Gods lachrymatogy? In that great
casket or vase, why Goes God preserve al
your troubles? Through all the gges 3oi
eternity, what use of a great colleefoH OF
tearsl 1 do not know butsthaf in soine kis-
tant age of heaven IN angelof G~odsnfay}ook
into the bottle and find it as empty 81 fears
as the l~achrymals OF earthenware rdVg up
from the ancient city. Where have the tears
gone? Wnat sprite of hell hath been invad-
ing Gods palace and hath robbed the hchry-
matories? None. These were sahctified
sorrows, and those tears were changed into
pearls hat are now set in the cry and
robes of the ransomed.
walk up TO examine this heavenly cor.
onet, cleaning brighter than the sun, and
cry, s'From what river depths OF heaven were
those gems gathered?" mi thousand voices
reply, ''rhese are transmitted tears from
Gods bottle" l see scepters of light
stretched down from the throne of those who
on earth were trod on of men, and IN every
scepter point and inlaid in every ivory stall
OF golden throne I behold an indescribabls
richness and luster and cry, From whence
this streaming light-these flashing pearls?'
aud the voices Of the elders beforethe throne,
and OF the martyrs under the altar, and of
the hundred and forty and four thousand
on the CLASSY sea exclaim, ''Trans-
mated tears from Gods bottle"
Let the ages of heaven roll on--the story
of earth's pomp and pride long ago ended
kohinoor diamonds that make kings
proud, the precious stones that adorned Per-
sian tiara and famed in the robes of Baby
lonian professions forgotten the Golconda
mines charred In the last confiagration, but
firm as the everlasting hills and pure as the
light that streams from the throne, and
bright as the river that flows from the eternal
rock, shall CLEAN, shall sparkle, shall flame
forever these transmitted tears Of Gods
bottle.
Meanwhile let the empty l~aehrymatory OF
heaven stand for ever. Let no hand touch it.
Let no wing strike IT.. Let no collision crack
1t. Purer than beryl or ch~rysoprasus. Let
it stand on the step of Jehovahs throne and
under the arch OF the ~unfading rainbow.
Passing down the corridors of the palace,
the redeemed Of earth shall glance at it and
think of all the earthly troubles from which
they we're delivered and say, each to each
''That is what we heard of on earth" "Thai
is what the psalmist spoke of" ''There once
were put our tears" ''rhat is Gods bot
tle." And while standing there inspecting
this richest inlaid vase OF heaven the towers
of the palace dome strike up this silyery
chime; ''God hath wiped away all tears
from all faces. Wherefore comfort one an.
other with these words"
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