The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-08-10

nos seen sA. 80 Of friend Ask b
tho hospital the victim Of ophthalmia
Ask the man whose eyesight perished
In. q powder blast. Ask the Bartimeus
who never met q Christ. or the man
born blind who Is to die blind. Ask
him. This morning, in my imperfect
way, have only limited ut the splen'
doris, the glories, the wonders. the
Divine revelations, the apocalypses
of the human eye, and stag
ger back from the awful portals Of the
physiological miracle which must have
taxed the ingenuity of God, TO cry
out in your ears the words Of my text:
He that formed the eye. shall lie not
seer" Shall Herschel not know as
much as his telescope? Shall Fraun-
hofer not know as much as his spectre
scope? Shall Swammerdan not know
as much as his microscope? Shall DIR.
Hooke not know as much as his mi.
crometer? Shall the thing formed
know more than its master? HE that
formed the eye. shall He not see?"
The recoil of this question is tire
mendous. We stand ut the center OF
vast circumference of observation. No
privacy. On us. eyes of cherubim,
eyes of seraphim, eyes Of archangel,
eyes of God. We may not be able to
see the inhabitants OF other worlds,
but perhaps they may be able to see
US. We have not optical instru-
ments strong enough to descry them;
perhaps they have optical instru'
ments strong enough to descry us.
The mole can not see the eagle mid
sky, but the eagle mid sky can see tho
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 march
ing of our professions, the white robes
of our weddings, the. black scarfs OF
our obsequies.
The eyes with which we look into
each others face to-day suggest 1t. 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
seeP" 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
star calling your attention to foot
note, or explanation. That star the
printer calls an asterisk. But all the
stars of the night are asterisks CALI
ing your attention to God, an
God. Our every
nerve a Divine handwriting. Our
every muscle pulley divinely
swung. Our every bone sculptured
with Divine suggestion Our every
eve a 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! What a stupendous thing to
die! No such thing as hidden trans
erosion. A dramatic advocate in
olden times, at night in court
room, persuaded of the innocence
Of his client charged with
murder, and of the guilt of the wit
ness 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
the gentlemen of the jury, behold the
and the man, practically
under that awful glare, confessed that
he was the criminal instead of the man
arraigned Mt the bar. Oh, my friends,
our most hidden sin is under brighter
light than that; it is under the burn
ing eye of God. He is not a blind giant
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 perturbation
Of which the world knows nothing?
lie sees it. "Oh," you say, my at
fairs are SO Insignificant l can't real
ize that God sees me and sees my af-
fairs" Can you see the point of
pin? Can you see the eye Of needle?
Can you see a mote in a sunbeam?
And has God given you that power of
minute observation and does He not
POSSESS IL hlIuStlls nc thdb lOELAcu
the eye, shall He not see?"
But you say: God is in one world
and / am in another world; He seems
so far off from me, don't really think
He sees what is going on in my life."
Can you see the sun ninety-five million
miles away, and do you think God has
as prolonged vision? But you say:
"There are phases Of life, and there are
colors-shades Of color-in my annoy
ances and my vexations that don't
think God can understand" Does not
God gather up all the colors and all
the shades of color In the rainbow?
And do you suppose there is any phase
or any shade in your life He has not
gathered up in His own heart? Be-
sides that, i want to tell you
it will soon all be over, this
struggle. That eye of yours SO
exquisitely fashioned and strung, and
hinged and rooted, will before long be
closed in the last slumber. Loving
hands will smooth down the silken
fringes. So He giveth His beloved
sleep A legend of St. Frotobert Is
that his mother was blind and he was
SO sorely pitiful for the misfortune
that one day in sympathy he kissed
her ewes, and by miracle she