The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1895-10-24


prepared when Christ trod the wine.
press alone When such grievous sim
ners as we come back, methinks the
chamberlain Of Heaven cries out TO the
servants, This Is unusual joyl Bring
up from the vaults OF Heaven that old
wine. Fill all the tanka IDS. Let all
the white-robed guests drink TO the
immortal health of those newborn
sons and daughters OF the Lord All.
mighty" There is JOY in Heaven
among the angels OF God over one sim
ner that repenteth;'' and God grant
that that one mayb youl. .n...a.-.7-
Again, TO have right heart &c must
be forgiving heart An old writer
says: ITO return good for evil is God.
like; good for good is man.lilxe; evil for
good devil-lilxe. Which Of these ma
lures have we? Christ will have. moth
ing to do with us as long as we keep
any old grudge. We have all been
cheated and lied about. There are
people who dislike us so much that
If we should come down TO pow
erty and disgrace, they would say,
Good for him! Didn't tell you SOP"
They do not understand us. I'm
sanctitied human nature says. wait
| till you get good crack at him, and
when at last you find him in a tight
| place give 1t TO him. Flay him alive.
No quarter. Leave not a rag of repu-
| tation. Jump on him with both feet
Pay him in his own coin-sarcasm for
sarcasm, scorn for scorn, abuse for
abuse" But, my friends. that is not
the right kind of heart. No man ever
did so mean thing toward us as we
have done toward God. And If we can
not forgive others how can we expect
God to forgive us? Thousands Of men
have been kept out Of Heaven by an I'M
forgiving heart
Here is some one who SAYS: Il will
forgive that man the wrong he did me
about that house and lot; | will for.
give that man who overreached me in
bargain; will forgive that man who
sold me a shoddy overcoat; l will for
give them-all but one That man |
can not forgive. The villain--I can
hardly keep my hands off him. If my
going to Heaven depends on my for
giving him, then | will stay out"
Wrong feeling! II a man lie to me
once ] am not called TO trust him again. |
II man betray me once, / am not |
called to put confidence In him again. |
But would have no rest if | could not |
offer sincere prayer for the temporal |
and everlasting welfare of men, what |
ever meannesses and outrages they |
have inflicted upon me. If you want
to get your heart right, strike match |
a nd h,,,.Y, pl IL
blow the ashes away. IF you forgive
not men their tresspasses, neither will
your heavenly Father forgive you your
tresspasses.
An old Christian black woman was
going along the streets of New York
with a basket of apples she had for
sale. A rough sailor ran against her
and upset the basket, and stood back
expecting to hear her scold frightfully
but she stopped down and picked up
the apples and said: God forgive
you, my son, as do" The sailor saw
the meanness of what he had done and
felt in his pocket for his money, and
insisted that she should take it all.
Though she was black, he called her
mother, and said: Forgive me,
mother, l will never do anything SO
mean again" All! there is power ia
a forgiving spirit to overcome all hard
ness. There is no way of conquering
men like that of bestowing upon them
your pardon, whether they will accept
il or not
Again, right heart is an expectant
heart. 1t is a poor business to be
building castles in the air. Enjoy
what you have now. Don't spoil your
in the small house because you
expect larger one. Don't fret about
your income when it is SO or 81 day
because you expect to have, after a
while, $40 per day; or $40, 900 a year be-
cause you expect it to be SEQ, 900 a year
But about Heavenly things, the more
we think the better. Those castles are 4
not in the air, but on the hills, and we
haveea deed of them in our possession.
/ like TO see a man all full Of Heaven,
He talks Heaven. He sings Heaven. '
he prays Heaven. He dreams Heaven.
Some Of us in our sleep have had the ,
good place open to us. We saw the
pinnacles in the sky. We heard the /
clicks Of the hoofs of the white horses {
On which victors rode, and the clap. |
ping OF the cymbals Of eternal triumph. &
And while IN our sleep we were glad I
that all our SORROWS were over, and ls
burdens done with, the throne Of God {
grew whittier and whittier and whittier, !
ill we opened our eyes and saw that il 4
was only the sun Of earthly morning I !
shining on our pillow. TO have a {
right heart, you needto be filed with {
this expectancy. 1t would make your 1
orivations and annoyances more bear |
lble. IN the midst OF the city Of Paris !