The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1894-01-16

it, Thank God for the needework, from
the time when the Lord Almighty from the
heavens ordered i'll regard to the embro1d-
cred door of the ancient tabernacle: Ihou
shalt make hanging for the door OF the
tent of blue and purple and scarlet ana
fine-twined linen, wrought with needle
work. down to the womanly hands which
this winter in this tabernacle are presenting
for benevolent purposes their neeole-Work
But there was nothing except vanity ana
worldliness and social splash in what
SiseraS mother said about the needleWorK
she expected her would bring home
from the battle. And [ am not surprised 10
find that Sisera fought on the wrong side.
when his mother. at the window OF my
| text in that awful eXigency had her chief
| thought on dry goods achievement and So
cal display. God only knows how many
| homes have made shipwreck on the
| wardrobe. And that mother who sits at
the window. watching for vain-glorious
! triumph of millinery and fine colors, and do
nestle pagentry. will after awhile hear as
bad news from her children out in the bat
tie of life, as Sisera's mother heard from the
struggle at EsdraelOn.
But if you still press the question
| "Wheres mother?" l will tell you where
| she is not, though she there.
Some of you started with her likeness in
your face and her principles in your soul.
| But you have cast her out. This was an
| awful thing for you to do, but you have
| done it. That hard, grinding, dSSipated
look you never got from her. If you had
any one strike her you would have
struck him down without much care wheth-
err the blow was just sufficient or fatal, but
my boy YOU have struck her dOWn--StTuck
her innocence from your face and struck
! her principles from your soul. You struck
her down! The tent-pin that Jael drove
three times into the skull of SiSera was not
50 cruel the stab you have made more
than three times through your mothers
heart. But she is waiting yet, for mothers
are slow to give up their boys-waiting at
some window, it may be a window on earth
at some window in heaven. All others
may cast you off. Your wife may seek di-
vOrCc and have no more 5atiencc with you.
Your father may dsinherit you and say,
LET him never again darIen the door of
our house" But there are two persons who
do not give you up-GOd and mother.
How many disappointed mothers waiting
at the window. Perhaps the pancs OF the
window not great glass plate, beVcl-
edged, and lowered over by exquisite lam
brcquin, but the window is made of small
panes, I would say about six or eight OF
them, III summer Wreathed with trailing
vine, and in winter pictured by the Haphaels
of the frost, real country window. the
mother sits there knitting, or busy with
her needle Of hOmeiy repairs, when Hht
looks UP. and secs coming across the bridge
OF the n'CadOW brook q stranger who Gas
mounts in front of the window. lie lifts
and drops the heavy knocller of the farm
house door. Come int' Is the response
/ L
on q sad Grand "TheTe is 1othinS tho
matter Of my son in the city, is there"
she asks. YES ne says, your son go
into an unfortunate encounter with q Noltns
man in liquor saloon last night ana /;
badly hurt The fact is he cannot get we'll
7 hate to tell you all. ! am sorry to say
he is dead" "Deadn' she cries as she tot
ters back. "Oh, my son! my son. my son
Would God ! had died for thee"' That /
} the ending OF all her cares, and .~nXtctie7
and good counse!s for that boy. That /
her pay for her self-aacrtices in his behalf
= That is the bad news from the battle .
the tidngs of lcrclict or Christian SON
= travel to the windows of earth, or the WIN
: dows OF heaven at which mothers sit.
| But" says some one, care you not mis-
taken about NV glorified mother hea1n
, of my evil doin&s since she went away :
. Saws some one else: Are you not mistake
u about nav .i0ritied mother hearing OF N
> self-sacri1ice and moral bravery ana atrds
u sic to do right No! heaven and earth ~
in constant communication, There are tram
p, running every five Ininutes-tralns OF 4"
- mortals ascending and descending t'i' L.
i going from earth to heaven to live lhef'
o spirits descending from heaven to earth
- side or the wrong side? Oh God: whose
q am, and whom [ am trying to serve. as
# result of this sermon, roll over on all mott
g erS new sense of tn rir responsibility an
= upon all children, whether still in the 1lu
:, sery or out in he tremendous Esdraelon
8 midlite or old age, the fact that their viz
q to the windows of sympathetic maternit!
:, OH is not this the minute when the cloud {
Il blessing filled with the eXhaled tears
- anxious mothers shall burst in showers {
q mercy on this audience?
Il There is one thought that is almost ia
= tender for utterancc. | almost fear to star
{ il lest have not enough control OF my end
h ton 10 conclude it, As when we were rhil
, dIcn we so often same in from play or frof
q hurt from some childish Injustice prat
ticcd upon lis, and soon as the door wa
! opened We cried: where's mother?" am
she said: Here [ am" and we buried OF
weeping faces in her lap so after a viii.
when get through with the pleasure
! and hurts of this life we will, by the DaI
doning mercy of Christ, enter the hcayenl,
, home, and among the first questions &c
the first but among the first. will be the old
, | question that we used to ask the oUastic In
! at this very mOment-the question: "W here
, | mother?' And it VIII not take long for u
to find her or her to find us, for She will
, | have been watching at the window for ON
coming, and with the other children of ON
household OF earth we will again gather
, round her, and she will say: well! how
, did you get through the battle Of life?
have often heard from others about yoa;
but now l want to hear it from yorr o7n
souls. Tell me all about il, my childreri''
, And then we will tell her all Of our EARTHLY
experiences, the HOLIDAYS, the MARRIAGES.
the birth hours, the buras. the heat
breaks the losses, the gains, the victories
the defeats, and she viii say, Never mind
it is all over now. l see each one of you fas
Il crown which was given You at the gate
as you came through. Now cast it at the
feet of the Christ who saved you and saved
me and saved us all. Thank God we are
never to part, and for all the ages of eter-
nifty you will never again have to ask,
Where's mother?'
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