Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1893-09-13

( hOu chech thelr temper. You correct their
"aywardness : In the midnight your pillow is
| wet with weeping. You have wrestIej with
| God in agony for the salvation of vo,,r Ill
| tren- You ask me II all that anxiety has
Deen irefectual. / answer No. God nm.
| ierstands your heart. He understands how
9ard you nave tried to make that daughter
| 20 right, though she Is SO very natpIant -
| reckless, and what pains YOU have hasto,gaJ
| N teaching that son to walk in the natb Of
uprightness, though he has such str6nc, No
'llvities for dissipation. P-0
speak cheering word. Col heard every
| counsel you ever offered Hin. God has
Anown Gl the s!eep!oss nights you have
| depressed spirit. God remembers your
| prayers He keeps eternal record of yonr
anxleties andin His lachrymato-y-pot such
| as stood In an ancient tomb, but in one that
Siows and gutters besides the throne of God
holds all those exhaustinS tearl
The grass may be rank upon your graves
ana the letters upon your tombstones de-
taced with the elements before the divine
| response will come, but He who hath de.
| elared, "l will be a God to thee and to thy
seed amer thee, win not forget, and somt
| day In heaven while you are ringing the
telds OF light the gates Of pearl will swing
| lex, and garlanded with glory that long
{ ayward one will rush into your out
! retched arms of welcome and triumph. The
ills may depart, and the earth may burn,
S0.
will break His oath and trample upon His
| prOmlSes-neverl never!
Again, God keeps perpetual remembrance
| Of all bereavements. These are the trial.
| that cleave the soul and throw the red heartt
| ot mon TO be crushed In the wine press
| Troubles at the store you NAV leave at this
'tore- Misrepresentation and abuse OF the
| world you may leave on the street where Won
found them. The lawsuit that would swallow
your honest accumulations may be left in the
Il Nrr#~ DE- l.
| troubles, and there Is no escape from them,
You will see that vacant chair. Your eye
| VIII catch at the suggestive picture.
| You cannot fly in the presence OF such ills.
| You 20 to Switzerland to get clear of them
| but, more sure footed than 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
| outsall the sviftest steamer. You NAV take
caravan and put out across the Arabian des-
| ert, but they follow you Ike simoom.
| armed with sufTocntion You plunge into
| the Mammoth cave, but they hang like sta
I lactites from the roof of the great cavern
| Ihey stand behind with skeleton fingers TO
push you ahead. Tney stand before you to
! throw you back. They run upon you like
reckless horsemen. They charge upon you
With greaming spear. They seem to come
! -lEphaZard, scattering shots from the gun of
| i careless sportsman. But not So 1t Is good
| lim that sends them just right, for God is
the archer.
This summer many of you will especially
feel your grief as you 20 TO places where once
| YOU were accompanied by those who are
| gone now. Your troubles will follow you to
the seashore and will keep up with the light
ming express in which YOU speed away Or
tarrying at home, they will sit beside you by
day and whisper over your pillow night after
| night. 1 want TO assure YOU that you are
not left alone and that your weeping is heard
| in heaven.
VI, Ill ,r,,5o- o-,o,x +bo b;II, al -or
Cup this hill last year our boy climbed with
, great glee and waved his cap from the top"
or This is the place where our little girl put
| flowers her hair and looked up in her
mothers face" until every drop of blood in
your heart tinSled with gladness, ami you
thanked God with a thrill of rapture and you
look around az much as to say ''Who
dashed out that light2 Who filed this cup
with Sall2 What Nlast froze up these foun-
tains of the heart?"
Some of you have lost your parents within
the last twelve months. Their prayers for
you are ended. You take up their picture
and try TO call back the kindness that once
looked out from those old, wrinkled faces
and spoke In such a tremulous voice, an 1
you say 1t Is a good picture, but all the while
you feel that. after all, it does not do justice
and you would give almost anythinS-you
would cross the sea; you would walk the
earth over-to hear just one word from those
| lips that a few months ago used TO call you
by your first name, though 50 long you your
self have been parent.
Now, you have done your best to hide your
grief. You smile when you do not feel like
| it. But though you may deceive the world.
God knows. He looks down upon the
empty cradle, upon the desolated nursery,
upon the stricken home and upon the
broken heart, and says: This is the wy
l thrash the wheat this IS the way scour
Ny jewels! Cast thy burden on Ny arm,
J and I will sustain you. All those tears l
1 have gathered into Ny bOttler'
But what is the use Of having 50 many
tears in Gods lachrymatory? In that great
casket or vase why does God preserve ali
your troubles? Through all the ages OF
eternity. what use of great collection of
tears do not know but that in some dis
tant age OF heaven an angel OF God may look
into the bottle and find it as empty OF tears
as the lachrymals OF earthenware dug up
| from the ancient city. Where have the tet. -
gomez What sprite OF hell hath been ipyad-
ing Gods palace and hath robbed the la,luy-
natories7 None These were sanctlhed
sorrows and those tears were changed into
pearls that are now set In the crowns ahC
robes of the ransomed-
walk up 10 examine this heavenly cor
onet cleaning brighter than the sun, anc
cry t'From what river depths OF heaven were
those gems 9atheredP" and a thousand voices
reply. "These are transmitted tears from
Gods bottle" I 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 indescr1babl'
= richness and iuster and cry, "From whence
this streaming hght-these flashing pearlsE
and the voices of the elders before the throne
, and OF the martyrs under the altar ana o,
the hundred and forty and four thousand
radiant on the CLASSY sea exclaim, Trans
mated tears from Gods bottle.
Let the ages Of heaven roll on--the s'0rS
OF earth's pomp and pride long ago endel
, the kohInoor diamonds that make kings
} nroud- the precious stones that adorned Per
? sian tiara and famed in the robes OF Baby
lonian professions forgotten, the Golconda
l mines charred in the last conflagration, bu
firm, "a the everlasting hills and pure as th'
| U0ht that streams from the throne, anC
bright as the river that flows from the eterna
J rock. shall CLEAN, shall sparkle, shall liam
forever these transmitted tears OF 1ou
bottle. .. =.
: heaven stand for ever. Let no hand touch IL
. LET no wing strike it. Let no collision cracf
II Purer than beryl or chrysoprasus. Lie
I II stand on the step of Jehovah throne ah'
| under the arch of the unfading rainbow
Passing down the corridors OF the palace
! tbe redeemed of earth shall glance at 1t an,
:, | think of all the earthly troubles from Whlci
r they were delivered and say, each to each
$ ssThat is what we heard OF on earth. "Iha
Z is what the psaimist spoke OF. '1here one {
D | were put our tears. Ihat Is Iou @ go'
= III" And while standing there inspectln'
5 sbis richest inlaid vase of heaven the tower
= of the naIace dome strike up this silver
chime: "God hath wiped away all tear
Y from all faces Wherefore comfort one an
: other with these w"-ds