Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1894-08-20

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the stars in leash of love. That head
that Chopped on the bosom in fainting
and death shall make the world quake
at its nod. That voice that groaned in
sle last pang shall swear before the
trem bling world that time shall be no
longer Oh. do not insult the common
sense of the race by telling us that this
person was only man in whose pres
ence the paralytic arm was thrust out
we'll, and the devils crouched, and the
lepers dropped their scales, and the
tempests folded their wings, and the
boys satchel Of a few loaves made a
banquet for 5000, and the sad process
sion of my text broke up in congratula-
ton and hosanna!
Again, learn from this subject that
Christ was sympathizer. Mark you,
this was city funeral In the country,
when the bell tolls, they know all about
it for five miles around, and they know
what was the matter with the man,
how old he was and what were his last
experiences. They know with what
temporal prospects he has left his fam
lily There is no haste. there is no indie
cency in the obsequies. There is moth
ing done as Il mere matter of business.
Even the children come out as the pro-
cession passes and look sympathetic, and
the tree shadows seem to deepen, and
the brooks weep in sympathy as the pro-
cession goes by. But, mark you, this
that l am speaking of was a city flu
neral. In great cities the cart jostles the
hearse, and there is mirth and gladness
and Indifference as the weeping process
sion goes by. In this city of Main it was
common thing to have trouble and be-
reavement and death. Christ saw it ev-
cry day there. Perhaps that very hour
there were others being carried out, but
this frequency of trouble did not harden
Christ's heart at all. He stepped right
out, and he saw this mourner, and he
had compassion on her, and he said
"Weep not!''
Now I have to tell you, 0 bruised
souls, and there are many everywhere
have you ever looked over any great
audience and noticed how many shadows
of sorrow there are? / come to all such
and say "Christ meets you, and he has
compassion on you, and he says, Weep
not. " Perhaps with some it is finan-
cial trouble. ooh, you say, cit is such
a silly thing for man to cry over lost
money!
Is it? Suppose you had large for
tune, and all luxuries brought to your
table, and your wardrobe was full, and
your home was beautiful by music and
sculpture and painting and thronged by
the elegant and educated, and then some
rough misfortune should strike you in
the face and trample your treasures and
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 once was proud to walk i'll
your shadow and glad to get your help.
He sees the protested note, the uncan-
celed Judgment, the foreclosed mort
gage, the heartbreaking evaporation,
and he says: ''Weep not. I own the cat
tie ON a thousand hills. I will never let
you starve. From my hand the fowls Of
heaven peck all their food. And will
let you starve? Never; no, my child,
never!'
Perhaps it may be a living home
trouble that you cannot speak about to
your best friend. 1t may be some do
nestle unhappiness. 1t may be an evil
suspicion. It may be the disgrace fol-
lowing in the footsteps of a son that is
hayward, or q companion who is cruel,
or a father that will not do right and
for years there may have been a vuIture
striking it's beak into the vitals of your
soul, and you sit there today feeling it
is worse than death. 1t is. 1t is worse
than death. And yet there is relief.
Though the night may be the BLACKLIST,
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 as it says, "Weep not
Earth hath no sorrow
That heaven cannot cure.
learn, again, from all this that
Christ is the master Of the grave just
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 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 throbbed as she said, "Oh,
my son, my son, my sonP' And that
scene is going to be repeated. 1t is GO
ing to be repeated 10, 900 times. These
broken family circles have got to come
together. These extinguished household
lights have got to be rekindled There
will be stir in the family lot in the
cemetery and there will be a rush into
life at the command, "Young man, I
say unto thee arise!" AS the child
shakes off the dust of the tomb and
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