The Indiana State sentinel., 1894-08-22

mark you, this that / am speaking Of WAS
city funeral. In great cities the cart
jostles the hearse, and there are mirth
and gladness and indifference rs the
weeping procession goes by. In this city
of Main II was a common thing to have
trouble and bereavement and Heath.
Christ saw Ii every 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 not"
Now, / have to tell you, oh, bruised
souls, and there are many everywhere
have you ever looked over any great au-
dience and noticed how many shadows
OF sorrow there are? come to all sach
and say. Christ meets you, and He has
compassion on you. and He says. Weep
not " Perhaps with some il is financial
trouble. on" you say, ''it is such a
silly thing for a man to cry over lost
money" Is 1t?
Suppose you had large fortune, and
all luXuTies brought TO your table, and
your wardrobe was full, and your home
was beautiied by music and sculpture
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 and
send you into commercial circles an un-
derling 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 lie
sees all the straits in which you have
been thrust lie 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
uncancelled judgment, the foreclosed
mortgage, the heartbreaking eXaspera-
ton, and He says Weep not. / own
the cattle on a thousand hills. 1 will
never let you starve. From My hand the
fowls of heaven peck an their food. And
will L let you starve? Never-no, my
child, never"
Master Of the Grave.
Perhaps it may be a living home trou-
bic that YOU cannot speak about TO your
best friend. 1t may be some domestic
unhappiness 1t may be an evil suspic-
ion. Ii may be the disgrace following
in the footsteps of son that is wayward.
or companion who is cruel. or a father
that will not do right, and for 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 And vet there is relief
Though the night may be the blacklist.
though the voices of hell may tell you
10 curse God and die, look up and hear
the voice that accoSted the woman Of the
text as Il says. Weep not"
Earth hath no sorrow
That heaven cannot cure.
I 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
heath NropnaH Nour Hrrn a 70
sure Of our resurrection. Oh, what a
scene it was when that young man came
DackI The mother never expected TO
hear him speak again. She never
thought that he would kiss her again.
How the tears tarted and how her heart
throbbed as she said "Oh, my son, my
son, my sonr' And that scene is going
TO be repeated. II is going to be repeat
ed 10000 times. These broken family cir
Cles have got TO some together. These
eXtinguished household lights have got
to be rekindled. There will be a stir i'm
the family lot in the cemetery, and there
viii be a rush into life at the command.
Young man, I say unto thee ariser'
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 I read il? "TIe delivered him to his
mother Oh. ye troubled souls! Oh. ye
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 a sky
palled by no hurtling temptest 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 viii lift up their
palms as again and again it is announced
that the same one who came to the relief
of many a maternl heart. and repeated
the wonders of resurrection. and "de-
livered him 10 his mother" Oh, that
will be the harvest of the world. That
viii be the coronation of princes. That
Will be the Sabbath of eternity.