The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1894-08-29


silly thing for man to cry over lost
money!" It is9
Suppose you had large fortune, and
al! luxar,es brought to your table, and
your wardrobe was full, and yoar home
vas beautiG=d by music and sculp uce
and painting aud thronged by the ele-
CANT and educated, and then soma rough
misfortune should strike you in the face
and trample your treasures and iaant
vour children for their faded dress aad
and serd you into commercial circles az
urdsripg where once you waved scer-
ter OF gold. Do you thiuk you would
cry thems l 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
tsat man who once wss proud to walk
in your shadow and glad to get your
help. He sees the protested note, the
uncarceled judgment, the loreclosed
mortgage, the heartb.esk!ng eXaspera.
ticn, and be Gays: Weep not. l own
the cattle on thousand hills. I Ill
never let ycu starve. From my hand
the fowls of heaven peck all their food.
And will I let you stalvs? Nevsr-no,
my child. never"
Perhaps it may be living home trou
bic that you cannot speak about TO your
best friend. It may be some domestic
unhappiness. It may be an evil sus.
pEclon. 1t may be the disgrace follow
ing in the footsteps efa sou that is way.
ward, or companion who is crCel, or 3
father that will not do right, and for
years there may have been vulture
striking its beak into the vitsls of your
soul, and you sit there today feeling it
is worse than death. tis. It is worse
than death. And yet there is relief.
Though the night may be the blaekest,
though the voices OF he'll may tell you
to curse Goi 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 Dsath and Chlist
measured lsnces, and when the young
man rose Death dropped. Nov we are
sure OF our resurrection. Oa, what a
scene it was when that young man came
back! The mother never expected to
hear him speak again. She never thought
that be would kiss ber again. How the
tears started and how her heart thro5-
bed as she said, ooh, my son, my son,
my sonn Aud that scene Is going 10 be
repeated. 1t is going to BE- repeated TO-
900 times. These broken family circles
have got to com5 together. These ex.
tinguished household lights have got to
be rekindled. There will be stir in the
fa plly lot in the cemetery, and there
will bs a rush into lie at the command.
"Ycuag man, I say unto thee arlse!"
AS the child shakes off the dust OF the
tomb and comes forth fresh and fair and
beautiful, and you throw Yeuc 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 as I read il? "He delivered
him to his mother" %, ye trouoleo
sous! Oa, ye who have lived to see
every prospect blasted, peeled, scattered, !,
consumed! Wait a little. The seed
time of tears will become the wheat hsr.
vest. In a cline cut OF no wlntry blast,
under sky palled by no hurting tenn
pest, 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 ss 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 ssdelivered him to his mother" !"
Oh, that will be the harvest OF the world.
That will be the coronation Of pr!rces.
That will be the Sabbath Of eternity.