The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-04-14

and with a bunch OF spring blossoms IN
her hand, there came "A vision like dream
and In It she who had never laughed, was
happy and well and strong, and she danced
over the green fields and plucked the
bright flowers, and all day long sang
praises and thanks TO Him who died. that
she might live.
And the note OF the robin was sweeter
and clearer than ever. ana each word
was distinct, and he sang. And God shall
wipe away all tears from their eyes, and
there shall be no more death, neither
crying, neither shall there be any more
pain"
Dqn't you believe It? Sitting alone
and quiet this Easter morn, doesn't the
spirit speak 10 you through the bright
sunshine, through the flowers and through
the birds2 My friend, IL don't, there Is
something wrong with you. You are
looking out upon life with discomfort In
your heart. and with malice In YOU voice.
No matter what your creed may be, the
song Of the robin must tell you the story
of life ana death. Here, where we think
that God is best pleased by a pure silence
and a thorough determination, follow
ed by a hope TO do better, there comes al
ways to me the promise that Is so sweet
and so true: And, behold Christ IS
risen from the dead and become the first
fruits of them that slept"
Sometimes the sleep is not good. but al
ways there Is Christ to waken you from
this sleep that means indifference, that
means unbeief, that means selnshness.
The spirit Is speaking again and again,
and trying to rouse you; are you deaf to
the good words? Are you deaf to the
prayer that you may seek that which is
good and let alone all that is wicked2 /
can't believe II. l can't believe there is
one human creature so bad that there
isn't a tender spot In his heart for some
one. Believe In something, my friend.
Believe in somebody. Don't look at the
Easter sunshine and have faith in moth
ing, and no love towards your fellow
creature. There is so much to do, and
the work is so near to you. open your
eyes wide to look for II and when II is
found, work for IL as IL your life, as it
does depended upon It. If faith seems
TO have gone from you, at least say that
great prayer, Help thou mine unbe-
lief"
Start with faith In somebody. a woman
or a child, and your faith. at first like
a mustard seed, will grow as a great
palm tree, and anord rest and refreshment
TO those others who suffered
like you. do not think I
am wrong In saying 1t makes no
difference what your belief Is That you
have faith, that you try to live up to IL.
Is enough for me, and
also DeleRe INdL II Is enough Tor GOD.
He will not ask you Were you Cath
Ollie? Were you a Jew? Were you a
Methodist Were you an Episcopalian =?
Were you a. Presbyterian or were you a
Universalist?" No. When you stand be-
fore him he will say; What have you done
for my children who were sick? What
have you done for my children who were
starving? What have you done for that
brother who was weak in the faith2 How
often have you given a helping hand when
It was needed? / care not how loudly
you have prayed. / care not for the gifts
that were given with flare OF trumpets
so that all the world might know, but
do care, and 1 ask you. as you hope for
happiness here, what have you done for
the least of these?'
fear that many a head will droop. Oh,
my friends, we squabble over orthodoxy
and heterodoxy; we quarrel over which
is church music, and whether there shall
be flowers or not. We listen TO long SER
mons, and we give as did the Pharasee,
and we are spoken OF as being generous
by all men. and yet there Is somethine
lacking. To the heterodoz brother there
Is no charity shown. TO the doubling sis
ter there Is no faith proven by good works,
and 10 the world al large life Is not made
so beautiful that 20 forces the iOokers-on
to hope for a hereafter. We are all wrong.
We lay our little plans Of life and call Il
good. Then the day comes when we see