The Yale expositor., 1895-08-23

dark valley twenty years. At o'clock
in the afternoon some one knocks at
the door. wanting bread. She knows
all about that. Two or three times In
her life she came to her last loaf.
At 10 o'clock that night she goes over
to sit up with some one severely sick.
She knows all about 1t. She knows all
about fevers and pleurisies and
broken bones. She has been
doctoring all her life, spread
ing plasters and pouring out bitter
contriving things to tempt poor ap-
petite. Doctors Abernethy and Rush
and Hosack and Harvey were great
doctors, but the greatest doctor tho
world ever saw Is an old Christian
woman! Dear mel Do We not remem-
Der her about the room when we were
sick in our boyhood? Was there any
me who could ever so touch sore with
out hurting it?
Where did Paul get the ink with
which to write his comforting epistle?
Where did David get the ink to write
his comforting psalms? Where did
John get the ink. to write his comfort
ng Revelation? They got it out of their
1wn tears. When man has gone
through the curriculum, and has taxi
IN course of dungeons and imprison-
nents and shipwrecks, he is qualified
Tor the work of sympathy.
When began to preach, my sermons
on the subject of trouble were all poetic
and in semi-blank verse; but God
Knocked the blank verse out of me lcng
lgo, and l have found that l cannot
comfort people except rs l myself have
been troubled. God make me the son
If consolation TO the people. l would
rather be the means Of soothing one
perturbed spirit today, than to play a
tune that would set all the sons Of
mirth Keeling In the dance.
am a herb doctor. l put into the
caldron the Root out of dry ground,
without form or comeliness. Then ] put
N the Rose of Sharon and the Lily OF
The Valley. Then l PVT into the CAL
iron some of the leaves from the Tree
IF Life, and the branch that was
thrown into the wilderness Marah.
Then | pour In the tears of Bethany
md Golgotha; then stir them up. Then
kindle under the caldron a fire made
out of the wood of the cross, and one
drop OF that potion will cure the worst
sickness that ever afflicted a human
soul. Mary anu Martha shall receive
their Lazarus from the tomb. The DAM
sci shall rise. And on the darkness
shall break the morning. and God will
wipe all tears from their eyes.
Have you any appreciation of the
good and glorious times your friends
are having in heaven? How different
IL is when they get news there of a
Christians death from what it is here!
II Is the difference between embarka-
ton and coming into port. Everything
depends upon which side OF the river
you stand when you hear of Chris
tian's death. II you stand on this side
Of the river, you mourn chat they go.
II you stand on the other side of the
river, you rejoice that they come. oh.
the difference between a funeral on
earth and a jubilee in heaven-between
requiem here and triumph there-part-
ing here and reunion there! Toge ner!
Have you thought o. 1t! They are to-
gether. Not one OF your departed
friends In one lHnd ard another in
another land; but together. in different
rooms OF the same house-the house OF
many mansions. Together!
never more appreciated that
thought than when we laid away in her
last slumber my sister Sarah. Stand
ing there in the village cemetery, I
looked around and said: There is
1nther. there Is mother. there is grand
father, there is grandmother, there are
whole circles OF kindred" and I
thought to myself, Together In the
grave-together in glory" am so inn
pressed with the thought that / do
not think II Is any fanaticism when
some oIe Is going from this world to
the next IL you make them the bearer
of dispatches to your friends who are
gone, saying: Give my love to my
parents, give my love 10 my children,
give my love to my old conrad g who
are In glory, and tell them ! en- trying
to fight the good fight OF faith, and
will join them after awhile" believe
the message will be delivered: and
believe 1t will increase the gladness
of those who are before the throne.
Together are they, all their tears gone.
My friends take this good cheer home
with you. These tears OF bereavement
that course your cheek, and of perse-
cution, and of trial, are not always to
be there. The motherly hand OF God
will wipe them all away. What Is the
use, on the way to such consumma-
tion-what is the use of fretting about
anything? Oh, what an exhilaration it
ought to be in Christian work! See you
the pinnacles against the sky? 1t ia
the city of our God. and we are APP
preaching 1t. Oh, let us be busy in
the days that remain for us!
I put this balsam on the wounds OF
your heart. Rejoice at the thought