The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1894-08-24
silly thing for man to cry over lost

silly thing for a man to cry over lost
money!
Is itS Suppose you had large for
tune, and all Inquiries 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 q
scepter of gold, do you think You would
crythenY 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 sneer Of that
man who once was 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 heartbreaking evaporation,
and he says: "Weepnot. own the cat
tie ON thousand hills. 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 living home
trouble that you cannot speak about to
your best friend. 1t may be some do
mestic unhappiness. It may be an evil
suspicion. 1t may be the disgrace fol-
lowing in the footsteps Of son that is
wayward, or companion who is cruel,
or q father that will not do right, and
for years there may have been 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. 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.
l 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 backl 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, ooh,
my son, my son, my sonp' And that
scene is going to be repeated. 1t is 60
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, /
say unto thee arise!" As the child
shakes off the dust Of the tomb and
comes forth fresh and fair and beauti-
full, and you throw your arms around it
and press it to your heart, angel to au-
gel will repeat the story Of fgain, "IIe
delivered him to his mother. Did you
notice that passage in the text as read
it? HE delivered him to his mother. T"
Oh, ye troubled soulsl Oh, We who have
lived to see every prospect blasted,
peeled, scattered, consumed, wait lit
tlel The seedtime Of tears will become
the wheat harvest. In cline cut of
no wintry blast, under a sky palled by
no hurting tempest and amid redeemed
ones that 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 1t is announced that the same
one who came to the relief Of this wom-
an Of the text came to the relief Of many
maternal heart and repeated the won
ders of resurrection and delivered him
to his mother" Oh, that will be the
harvest Of the world. That will be the
coronation of princes. That will be the
Sabbath Of eternity.