The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1896-03-07

a man commit that sin, he is neithe
/ to be forgiven in this world nor tn
world to come. Do you think there !
any mercy for me?" The fact that yo'
have any solicitude about the matter
at all proves positively that you have
not committed the objectionable SIN
Mercy for you? o! the grace OF Goe
which bringeth salvation!
But, remark again, the people will
gather around Christ as a sympathiz
, err. Oh! we all want sympathy. hear
, people talk as though they were inde'
pendent of it. None of us could live
without sympathy. When parts OF
our family are away, how lonely the
!. house seems until they all get home!
But, alas! for those who never come
home. Sometimes it seems as II 1t
must be impossible. What, will their
feet never again come over the
threshold? VIII they never again
sit with us at the table? Will shey
never again kneel with us at the family
prayer? Shall we never again look in.
to their sunny faces? Shall we never
again on earth take counsel with them
for our work? Alas! me, who can
stand under these grsefs? Oh! Christ,
Thou canst do more for bereft soul
than any else 1t is He who stands be-
side us to tell of the resurrection. 1t
is He that came to bid peace. 1t is he
that comes to us and breathes into us
the spirit of submission suntil we
can look up from the wreck and
ruin of our brightest expectations and
say: "Father, not my will, but Thine
be done" Oh, We who are bereft, we
anguish bitten, come into this refuge.
The roll of those who came for relief
to Christ is larger and larger. Unto
this Shiloh of omnipotent sympathy
the gathering of the people shall be.
Oh, that Christ would stand by all
these empty cradles, and all these
desolated homesteads, and all these
broken hearts, and persuade us it is
we'll
The world can not offer you any help
at such a time. Suppose the world
comes and offers you money. You
would rather live on a crust in cellar
and have your departed loved ones
with you than live in palatial sur
roundings and they away. Suppose
the world offers you it's honors to con-
sole you. What is the presidency to
Abraham Lincoln when little Willie
lies dead in the White House?
Perhaps the world comes and says:
thine will cure it all" All,
there are griefs that have ragged on for
80 years and are raging yet. And yet
hundreds have been comforted, thou |
sands have been comforted, millions
have been comforted, and Christ had |
done the work. Oh, what you want is |
sympathy. The worlds heart of sym
pathy beats very irregularly. Plenty
of sympathy when we do not want it,
and often when we are in appalling
need of it, no sympathy. There are
multitudes of people dying for sympa-
thy-sympathy in their work, sympa-
thy in their fatigues, sympathy in their |
bereavements, sympathy in their finan-
cial losses, sympathy in their physical
ailments, sympathy in their spiritual
anxieties, sympathy in the time of
declining years-wide, deep, high,
everlasting, almighty sympathy. We
must have it, and Christ gives it. This |
is the cord with which He is going to |
draw all nations to Him.
At the story of punishment a mans |
eye flashes and his teeth set and his |
fist clinches. and he prepares to do bat
tie even though it be against the |
heavens; yet what heart so hard but |
will succum5 to the story of compass
sionl Even mans sympathy is pleas
ant and helpful. When we have been |
in some hour of weakness, to have |
brawny man stand beside us and prom
Use to see us through, what courage it |
gives to our heart and what strength |
it gives to our arm. Still mightier is a
woman's sympathy. Let him tell the |
story who, when all his fortunes were |
gone and all the world was against |
him, came home and found in that |
home wife who could write on the |
top of the empty -four barrel: 1.-The
Lord will provides" or write on the
empty wardrobe: Consider the lilies
of the field; if God so clothed the grass
of the field, will He not clothe us and
ours?" Or let that young man tell the
story who has gone the whole round
of dissipation. The shadow of the
penitentiary is upon him, and even
his father says: BE off! Never come
home again." The young man finds
still his mothers arm outstretched
for him, and how she will stand
at the wicket of the prison to whisper
or get down on her knees
before the governor, begging for par
don, hoping on for her hayward boy
after all others are hopeless. Or let
her tell the story who, under villainous
and impatient of parental