The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1894-08-29

silly thing for man to cry over lost
money!" 1t is?
Suppose you bad large fortune, aud
all Iuxurles broa yht to Your table, and
YOUR wardrobe was full, and your home
was beautiisd by music and sculp ure
and painting and thronged by the ele-
CANT 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 aad
and send you into Commercial! circles IA
underling where once you waved scep-
ter of gold. Do you think you would
cry them? l think .you would. But
Christ comes and meets all such today.
He sees all the straits in which you rave
been thrust. He observes :he s1eer OF
tEat man who once was proud to wa K
in your shad)w and glad to get your
help. He sees the protested note, the
uncanceled judgment, the foreclosea
mortgage, the heartbreaking exaspera'
ticn, and he says: Weep not. | own
the cattle on thousand hills. | IL
never let you starve. From my hand
the fowls Of heaven peck all their fo3d.
And vii! let you stalve? Never-no,
my child. never"
Perhaps it may be living home trou
bic that you cannot speak about to your
best friend. 1t may be some domestic
unhappiness. It may be an evil sus-
pplon. It may be the disgrace follow
ing iu the footsteps tfa son that is way
ward. or a companion who i5 cruel, or
father that will not do right, and tor
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. 1t is. 1t Is worse
than death. Aud yet there is relief.
Though the night may be the 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 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 gale Of the city Death and Chllst
measured lances, and when the young
man rose Death dropped. NoR We are
sure of our resurrection. On, what a
scene it was when that young man came
back! The mother never expected to
hear him speak again. She never thou 9ht
that he would kiss ker again. How the
tears started aud how her heart thro5-
bed as she said, "Oh, my son, my son,
my son!" Aud tina. scene Is going to be
repeated. 1t is going to be repeated TO-
O0G times. These broken family circles
have got to coma together. These ex-
tinguished 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 lie at the command.
"Ycuug man, I say unto thee arse!"
AS the cllild shakes off the dust OF the
tomb and comes forth fresh and fair and
beautiful, and you throw your arms
around it and press it to your heart, an.
gel to angel will repeat the story OF
Main. SHE delivered him to his mo
ther." Did you notice That passage in
the text az read ii? ''de delivered
him to bis mother" W, ye tfouoleu
souls! Ga, ye who have lived to see
every prospect blasted, peeled, scattered,
consumed! Wait little. Ths seed
time of tears will become the wheat har'
vest. In cline cut OF no wintry blast,
under sky pa!led by no hurtling tenn
pest. and amid redeemed ones thai weep
not. that part not, that die not, friend
will come to friend, and kindred will join
kindred, and the long procession that
marches the avenues of gold will lift up
their palms as again and again it is az
nounced that the same one who came to
The relief of this woman of the text came
TO the relief of many maternal heart,
and repeated the wonders Of resurrec
ton, and "deliyered him to his mother. "
Ga, that will be the harvest OF the world
That will be the coronation OF primo IS.
That will be the Sabbath Of eternity.