The Red Cloud chief., 1893-09-08

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and the in-burned, and the passion.
blasted appealing for mercy to a con
passionate God, I exclaim in ecstasy
and triumph: "More tears for Gods
bottle.''
Again: God keeps o tender remem-
brance OF all your ~sicknesses. How
many OF you are thoroughly sound in
body? Not n out Of ten! | do not
exaggeratc. The vast majority VI the
race are constant subjects of ailments
There is some n form OF disease that
you are particularly subject to. You
have a weak side, or back, or are sub
ject to headaches, or faintncsses, or
lungs easily distressed. II would not
take a very strong blow to shivcr 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 distresscs. Perhaps YOU
look strong, and il is supposed that YOU
are IA hypochondriac. They say that
you are IL 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 indescribable lone
illness in your suffcrings; but God
knows, God feels, God compassionates.
lie counts the sleepless nights; He re.
CARDS the acuteness of the pain: lie 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, filled with nauseous
d%raughts, and at the bottles OF the dis
tasteful tonic that stand on the shelf,
remember that there is n larger bottle
than these, which is filed with no mix
ture by earthly apothecarics, 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 nj to inspection. The
deacons Of the church never see IL. The
comptrollers of a~lmshouses never re-
port IL. II 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 u 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 comfortable par
Tor, or in damp cellar, or in hot garnet,
Gods angels of mercy are on the watch.
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-thcy fall not
u%nheeded. They are jewels for Heavens
casket They are pledges of divine
sympathy. They are tears for Gods
bottle.
m assin: The of tq a,l p]atsffEnsl antilles tie;
/ You see n man from the most infamou
, surroundings step out into the kingdom
of God. lie has heard no sermon. II
has received no startling providentia
warning. What brought him to thi
new mind? This is the secret-Go
, looked over the bottle in which h
gathers the tears Of his people, and h
A.. saw a parental tear in that bottl
which has been for forty years unar
=, swered. He said: go to, now, an
, let me answer that tear!' and forth
, with the wanderer is brought home I
God. Oh, this work Of training chi
|, dren for God! 1t is a tremendous work
: Some people think II easy. They hav
never tried IL. A child is placed in tn
arms of the young parent. 1t is a beat
!. tiful plaything. You look into tn
| laughing eyes. You examine the din
. Piles in the feet. You wonder at it's G,
/ quisite organism. Beautiful playthinl
But on some nightfall, as you sit rocl
a ing that little one, a voice seems to IA
! straight from the throne Of God, say
, ing: "That child Is immortal! Th
stars shall die, but that is an immorta
Suns shall grow old with age and pei
y ish, but that Is an immortal!
0 Now, I know with many of You tn
, is the chief anxiety. You earnestl
|, wish your children to grow up right!
but you find it hard work to max
. them do as you wish. You check the
{ temper. You correct their waywar,
ness; in the midnight your pillow
Z wet with weeping. You have wrestle
d with God in agony for the salvation
I your children. You ask me il all tn;
Y anxiety has been Intellectual. ! answe
e no. God understands your heart II
understands how hard you have tris
e to make that daughter do right, thong
i she is so very petulant and reckless
n and what pains you have bestowed
teaching that son to walk in the patl
of uprightness, though he has sue
strong proclivities for dissipation.
speak a cheering word. God hea,
D every counsel you ever offered him. &c
n has known all the sleepless nigh
!; you have ever passed. God has see
. every sinking Of your distressed spiri
IS God remembers your prayers. lie kee,
n eternal record of your anxieties; and
His lachrymkatory, not such as stood
d ancient tomb, but in one that gloy
O and glitters beside the throne Of Go
lie holds all those exhausting tear
u The grass may be rank upon yo'
D graves and the letters upon your tom
stone defaced with the elements befo
n the divine response will come; but ]