The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1894-08-24


carried out; but this frequency OF
trouble didn't harden Christ's heart al
all. He stepped right out, and He saw
this mourner, and He had compassion
on her and He said: weep not"
Now, 1 have to tell you, o bruised
souls, and there are many everywhere
(have you ever looked over any great
audience and noticed how many shad.
ows of sorrows there are0 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 financial trouble oh you
say, sit is such silly thin for man
TO cry over lost money" Is it? Sup
pose you had a large fortune, and all
Injuries brought to your table, and
your wardrobe was full, and your
home was beautified 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 treas
ures, and taunt you children for their
faded dress, and send you into COM
mercial circles an underling where
once you waved scepter of gold, do
you think you would cry then? /
think you would. But Christ comes
and meets all such to-day. 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 heart-breaking evaporation,
and He says: Weep not. own the
cattle on thousand hills Twill 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"
Or perhaps this tramp at the gate of
Main has an echo in your own bereft
spirit. You went out to the grave, and
you felt you never could come back
again. You left your heart there.
The white snow of death covered all
the garden. You listen for the speak
ing of voices that will never be heard
again, and the sounding of feet that
will never move in your dwelling again,
and there is a heavy, leaden pressure
on your heart. God has dashed out the
light of your eyes, and the heavy spirit
that that woman carried out of the
gate of Main is no heavier than yours.
And you open the door, but he comes
not in. And you enter the nursery,
but she is not there. And you
sit at the table, but there is vacant
chair next to you. And the sun does
not shine as brightly as it used to, and
the voices of affection do not strike
you with SO quick a thrill, and your
cheek has not so healthy hue. and
your eye has not so deep a fire. Do
not know? Do we not all know? There
is an uplifted woe on your heart. You
have been out carrying your loved one
beyond the gate of the city of Main.
But look yonder. Some one stands
watching. He seems waiting for you.
AS you come up He stretches out His
hand of help His voice is full of ten
derness, yet thrills with eternal
strength. Who is it? The very one
who accosted the mourner at the gate
of Main, and He says: weep not
Perhaps it is a worse grief than that.
1t may be a living home trouble that
you cannot speak about to your best
friend. 1t may be some domestic I'M
happiness 1t may be an evil suspi-
cion. 1t may be the disgrace follow
ing in the footsteps of son that is
hayward. or a companion who is cruel,
or n father that will not do right; and
for years there may have been vul-
ture striking its beak into the vitals of
your soul, and you sit there to-day feel
ing 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 heal
i learn, again, from all this uthat
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
expected 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 son. And |
that scene is going to be repeated. |
1t is going to be repeated ten thous-
and times. These broken family cir
cles 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 rush of life at the COM
mand: Young man, / say unto thee,
arise!' AS the child 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, angel to angel will repeat |
the story of Main: HE delivered him
to his mother" Did you notice that
passage in the text as read it? ''He
delivered him to his mother" o, We
troubled souls! o, We who have lived
to see every prospect blasted, peeled,
scattered, consumed, wait a little
The seed time of tears will become the
wheat harvest. In a cline cut of no
wintry blast, under sky palled by no
hurtling tempest, and amidst 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 ave-
nues of gold will lift up their palms as
again and again it is announced 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 resurrection and de