Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1893-1895, 1894-08-22

the last pang shall swear before the
trembling 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
well, 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 5, 600, and the sad process
sion of my text broke up in oongratula-
tion and hosannal
Again, l 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 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 fu-
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
a 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 notr'
Now l have to tell you, o 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. "Oh, you say, sit is such
II 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 ana 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? 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 hoartbreaking evaporation,
and he says: "Weep not l own the cat
tic ON O thousand hills. ] will never let
you starye. From my hand the fowls of
heaven peck all their food. And will
let you starve2 Never; no. my child,
neverp'
Perhaps it may be q living home
trouble that you cannot speak about to
your best friend 1t may be some do
nestle unhappiness. 1t may be an evil
1t may be the disgrace fol |
lowing in the footsteps of son that is
wayward, or a companion who Is cruel, |
or father that will not do right, and |
FOR vaorc thara NOV baua hao,, m nv, ,I+,,~o
its beak into the vitals of your |
soul, and you sit there today feeling il |
is worse than death. 1t is. 1t is worse
than death. And yet there is relief. |
Thnngh 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,
N nav q bOSAAC ~ Mao WhCil yOuuk
nan came backi The mother never ex-
1ected to hear him speak again. She
never thought that he would kiss her
lgain. How the tears started, and how
ler heart throbbed as she said, "Oh,
ny son, my son, my sonV And that
Gene is going to be repeated. 1t is go.
ng to be repeated 10, 900 times. These
,roken family circles have got to come
ogether. 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
ife at the command, young man,
ay unto thee ariser" AS the child
hakes off the dust of the tomb and
ONES forth fresh aud fair and beauti-
ul, and you throw your arms around it
nd press it to your heart angel TO an
el will repeat the story Of Main, "He
him to his mother" Did you
office that passage In the text as read
/? 'He delivered him 70 his mother. "
)h, ye troubled souls Oh, ye who have
ived TO see every prospect blasted,
eeled, scattered, consumed, wait lit
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