The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1895-08-07

OF love. so full of inulgnauon, so full of
compassion, SO full of mercy How
it peers through the darkness How
it outshines the day, Howit glares
upon the offender. How it beams on
the penitent soul, Take about the hu-
man eve as being indescribably Won
derful-how much more wonderful
the great, searching, overwhelming
eve Of God All eternity past and al
eternity to come on that retina
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 casual
tv one or both have been obliterated.
He that formed the eye. shall he not
see?" On, the eye of God! 1t sees
our sorrows to assUnoe them, sees our
perplexities to disentaugle them, sees
our wants to sympathize with them.
If we fight him back, the eye Of an
antagonist. If we ask his grace, the
eve of an everlasting friend. You
often find in a book or manuscript a
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 calling
your attention to God, an all observ-
ing God. Our every nerve divine
handwriting. Our every muscle a
pulley divinely swung. Our every
bone sculptured with divine sugges.
ton. Our every eye 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 stupendous thing to die! No
such thing as hidden transgrcssion.
\ dramatic advocate in olden times,
at night in 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 wit
ness 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 criminal instead of the
man arraigned at the bar Oh, my
friends. our most hidden sin is under
brighter light than that. It is under
the burning eye of God. He is not
blind giant stumbling through the
heavens. He is not a blind monarch
feeling for the step of his chariot. Are
YOU wronged? He sees it. Are you
poor: He sees it. Have you domes
tic perturbation of which the world
knows nothing: He sees it. "Oh,
YOU say, my affairs are so insignlti-
cant can't realize that God sees my
| affairs. Can you see the point of a
pin! Can you see the eye of a needle!
Can you see a 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"
But you say: God is in one world,
and I am in another world. He seems
so far Oft from me, I don't really think
he sees what is going in my life" Can
you see the sun $4,000, 600 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 annoy
ances and my veNation that | don't
think Coo can understand. Does
not God gather up all the colors and
all the shades of color in the rainbowi
| And do you suppose there is any phase
or any shade in your life he has not
gathere1up in his own heart? Besides
that, 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 slunl-
Der. Loving hands will smooth down
the silken fringes. So he giveth his
beloved sleep. a lengend of St: For
tobert is that his mother was blind,
and he was so sorely pitiful for the
misfortune that one day in sympathy
he kissed her eyes, and by miracle she
saw everything But tltis not a legend
| when tell you that all the blind eyes
of the Christian dead under the kiss of
the resurrection morn shall gloriously
open. Oh. what q day that will be for
those who went cropping through this
world under perpetual obscuration, or
were dependent on the hand of a friend
or With an uncertain staff felt their
| way. and for the aged of dim sight
about whom it may be said that they
which look out of the windows are
darkened" when eternal day break
comes in What a beautiful epitaph
that was for tombstone in European
cemetery: Here reposes IN God.
Katrina, saint, s. yes.rs of age and
blind. The light was restored to her
May 10, 1910. ;.