Connecticut western news., 1894-08-23

taunt your children for their faded dress and send you into commercial circles an underling where once you waved a scepter of gold, do you think you would cry then? I think you would. But Christ comes and meets all such today. He sees all the straits in which you have been thrust. He observes the sheer of that man who oncawas proud to walk in your shadow and glad to get your help. He sees the protested note,, the uncan- celed judgment, the foreclosed mort gage, the heartbrcaking exaspcration, and he says: Weep not. own the cat tie on thousand hills. I will never let you starve. From my hand the fowls of heaven peck all their food. And will l let you starve? Never; no, my child, never!"
 Perhaps it may be living home trouble that you cannot speak about to your best friend It may be some do- mestic unhappiness. It may be an evil suspicion. It may be the disgrace fol lowing in the footsteps of son that is wayward, or companion who is cruel, or father that will not do right, and for years there may have been a vulture striking its beak into the vitals of your soul, and you sit there today feeling it is worse than death. It is. It is worse thnn death. And yet there is relief. Though the night may be tho blackest, though the voices of hell may tell you to curse God and die, look up and hear the voice that accosted the woman of the text IS it says, Weep not. "
 
 That heaven cannot cure.
 I learn, again, from all this that Christ is the master of the grave. Jus. outside the gate of the city Death and Christ measured lances, and when the young man rose Death dropped. Now we are sure of our resurrection. Oh, what Q scene it was when that young man came back! The mother never ex- pected to hear him speak again. She never thought that he would kiss her again. How the tears started, and how her heart thlobbed as she said, ."Oh, my son, my son, my sonp' And that scene is going to be repeated. It is go- ing to be repeated 10, GOO times. These broken family circles have got to como together. These extinguished household lights have got to be rekindled. There will be a stir>in tho family lot in the cemetery, and there will be a rush into life at the command, Young man, say unto thee arisep' As the child shakes off the dust of the tomb and comes forth fresh and fair and beauti- ful, and you throw your arms around it and press it to your heart, angel to an- gel will repeat the story of Main, ''He delivered him to his mother" Did you notice that passage in the text as I read it? ."He delivered him to his mother. D Oh, ye troubled soulsl Oh, yewho have lived to see every prospect blasted, peeled, scattered, consumed, wait lit tel The seedtime of tears will become the wheat harvest. In a cline cut ot no wintry blast under sky palled by no hurtling tempest and amid redeemed ones that weep not, that part not, that die not. friend will come to friend, anG kindred will join kinored, and the long procession that marches the avenues of gold will lift up their palms as again and again 1t is announced tlIat the sam, one who came to the relief of this wom- an of the text came to the relief of many a maternal heart and repeated the won ders of resurrection and delivered hin 10 his mother. Oh, that will be tn, harvest of the world. That will be thu coronation of princes. That will be th' Sabbath of eternity.