Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1895-08-02

IOd. We may not be able to see the
habitants of other worlds, but perhaps
they may be able to see us. We have not
optical instruments enough to descry
them perhaps they have optical instru-
ments strong enough to descry us. The
mole cannot see the eagle mid sky, but
the eagle mid sky can see the mole mid
grass We are able to see mountains and
caverns Of another world, but perhaps
the inhabitants Of other worlds can see
the towers of our cities, the fash Of our
seas, the marching Of our professions,
the white robes Of our weddings, the
black scarfs Of our obsequies.
1t passes out from the guess into the
positive when we are told in the Bible
that the inhabitants Of other worlds do
come as convoy TO this Are they not
all ministering spirits sent forth to min
lister to those who shall be heirs Of sal
walton? But human inspection, and an
gelic inspection, and stellar inspection.
and lunar inspection, and solar inspec
tion are tame compared with the
thought of divine inspection. "You con-
verted me 20 years ago" said a black
man to my father. "How so?" said my
father. Twenty years ago." said the
other, Sin the old schoolhouse prayer
meeting at Bound Brook you said il
your prayer, Thou, God, seest me, and
l had no peace under the eye Of God un-
til l became a Christian. Hear it.
THE eyes Of the Lord are in every
place" His eyelids try the children
of men," "His eyes were as fame Of
fire" II will guide thee with mine
eye" Oh, the eye Of God, so full Of
pity, so full of power, so full Of love,
so full Of indignation, so full Of COM
passion, so full Of mercy! How it peers
through the darkness! How it outshines
the day How it glares upon the offend
er How it beams on the penitent soull
Talk about the human eye as being in
describably wonderful! How much more
wonderful the great, searching, over
whelming eye Of God All eternity past
and all eternity to come on that retina.
A Searching Glare.
The eyes with which we look into
each others face today suggest it. 1t
stands written twice on your face and
twice on mine, unless through casualty
one or both have been obliterated. "He
that formed the eye, shall he not see:"
Oh, the eye Of God! 1t sees our sorrows
to assuage them, sees our perplexities
TO disentangle them, sees our wants to
sympathize with them. If we fight him
back, the eye of an antagonist. If We
ask his grace, the eye of an everlasting
friend. You often find in book or
manuscript a star calling your attention
to footnote or explanation. That star
the printer calls an asterisk. But all
the stars Of the night are asterisks call
ing your attention to God-an all OBJ
serving God. Our every nerve a divine
handwriting. Our every muscle a pull
ley divinely swung Our every bone
sculptured with divine suggestion. Our
every eye reflection Of the divine eye.
God above us, and God beneath US, and
God before us, and God behind US, and
God within us.
What a stupendous thing to live f!
What a stupendous thing to die No
such thing as hidden transgression. A
dramatic advocate in olden times, at
night in a courtroom, persuaded Of the
innocence Of his client charged with
murder and of the guilt Of the witness
who was trying to swear the poor mans
life away-that advocate took up two
bright lamps and thrust them close up
to the face Of the witness and cried,
"May it please the court and gentlemen
Of the jury, behold the murderer" and
the man, practically under that awful
glare, confessed that he was the crimi-
nal instead Of the man arraigned at the
bar. Oh, my friends, our most hidden
sin is under brighter light than that.
1t is under the burning eye Of God. He
is not a blind giant stumbling through
the heavens. He is not blind monarch
feeling for the step Of his chariot. Are
you wronged? He sees it. Are You poor!
He sees it. Have you domestic perturba-
tion of which the world knows nothing!
He sees it. "Oh, you say, my affairs
are so insignificant l can't realize that
God sees me and sees my affairs. " Can
you see the point Of pin? Can you see
the eye of a needle? Can you see mote
in the sunbeam? And has God given you
that power Of minute observation, and
does he not possess it himself? He that
formed the eye, shall he not see!'
Restored to Sight.
But you say: "God is in one world
and am in another world. He seems so
far off from me I don't really think he
sees what is going on in my life. ." Can
YOU see the sun 90, 900, 900 miles away,
and do you not think God has as pro-
longed vision? But you say, There are
phases of my life and there are colors
shades Of color-in my annoyances
and my vexations that l don't think God
can understand. Does not God gather
mn all the colors and all the shades OF
color in the rainbow? And do you sup
pose there is any phase or any shade in
your life he has not gathered up in his
own heart? Besides that l want to tell
Won it will soon all be over, this strug-
gle. That eye Of yours, so exquisitely
fashioned and strung, and hinged ano
rooted. will before long be closed in the
last slumber. Loving hands will smooth
down the silken fringcs. So he giveth
his beloved sleep. A legend Of st. Fro
tobert is that his mother was blind, and
he was so sorely pitiful for the misfor-
tune that one day in sympathy he kissed
her eyes, and by miracle she saw every
thing. But it is not legend when l tell
you that all the blind eyes Of the Chris
tian dead under the kiss Of the resurrec-
tion morn shall gloriously open. Oh,
what a day that will be for those who
went cropping through this world under
perpetual obscuration, or were depend
ent on the hand Of friend, or with an
uncertain staff felt their way, and for
the aged Of dim sight about whom II
may be said that "they which look out
of the windows are darkened" when
eternal daybreak comes in What a beau
tiful epitaph that was for tombstone
in European cemetery: Here reposes
in God, Katrina, a saint, S5 years OF