Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1896-11-19
~ are a Christian man,

pared the man of " to he the sui iect
of the magnificent poem that has as
founded the ages There is no way to
get the wheat out of the straw but to
thresh il. There il no way to purify
gold but to burn it, Look at the peo-
pie who have always had it their own
way. They are proud, discontinued,
useless and unhappy. II you want
to find cheerful folks, go among those
who have been purified by the fire.
After Rossini had rendered William
Tell" the five hundredth Tins d cons
pany Of musicians came Under his wins
dow in Paris and screnadcd him. They
put upon his brow golden crown Of
laurel leaves. But, amid all the ap-
plauSe and enthusiasm RoSsini turned
to a friend and said: II would give all
this brilliant scene for few DAYS OF
youth and love" Contrast the mrlan-
choly feeling of RoSsini. who had
everything that this world could give
him, with the joyful experience Of
Isaac Watts. whose sorrovs were
great, when he says:
The I'm of z,oa i"lis
A thousand sacred sweets.
Before we reach the heavenly feds
Ur walk the golden streets
Then let our songs abound
And every tear be dry;
We're m rching through Immanu"rs
grounds
Te faircr worlds on high
1t is prosperity that kills and trouble
that saves. While the lsrac,itcS were
on the march, amid great privations
and hardShips, they behaved well.
After awhile they prayed for meat;
and the sky darkcned with n great
flock of quails; and these quails fell in
great multitudes all about them; AN
the Israelitcs ate and ate, and stuffed
themselves until they die /. Oh, my
| friends, it Is not hardship. or trial, or
starvation that Injuries the soul, but
abundant supply 1t is no. the
vulture of trouble that cats up
the Christians life; it is the qua Isl
IL Is the quails. You will yc:
find out that your midnight wrcstlc ~
| the brook JabbOk is with an angel Of
God, come down to bless and to save.
Learn again that, while our wrcs;-
| ling with trouble might be triumphant
we must expect that it will leave its
mark upon us Jacob prcvailc |, but
the angel touched him ami his th;gl-
bone sprang from its socket, and tho
good man went limping on his way.
We must carry through his
world the mark of the combat
What plowcd these premature
wrinkles in your face? What
whitened your hair before it was time
for frost? What silcnced forever so
much of the hilarity of your house,
hold? All, It is because the angel of
trouble hath touched you that you go
limping on your way. You need not
be surprised that those who have
passed through the fire do not feel as
gay as once they did. DO not be out
of patience with those who come not
out of their dependency. They may
triumph over their loss, and yet their
gait shall tell you that they
have been trouble-touched. Are we
stoics that we can, unmoved, see our
cradle rihcd of the bright eyes an the
sweep lips? Can we stand unTHv'd
and see our gardens of earthly d-...r {
uprooted? VIII Jesus, who wept ~.
self, be angry with us IL we pour .Er
tears into the graves that open to svsl
low down what we loved best? Was
Lazarus more dear to Him than our be.
loved dead to MS? No We have a
right to weep. Our tears must come.
You shall not drive them back to scalI
the heart
They fell into Gods bottle. AGl.e,,x
ones havJ-sied because they could no
weep. Thank God for the sweet, the
mysterious relief that comes to us =
tears, Under this genie re- D.,
flowers of hope put forth their b.. r..
God pity that dry, withered. parchrd,
all-consuuing grief that wrings its
hands, and grinds its teeth, and bit' :
its nails into the quick, but cTp a"t
weep. We may have found la. 30,
sort of the Cross, and yet eve. urr
show that in the dark night, AMI by
the brook Jabbok, we were trou Re
touched.
| Again we may take the idea of the
text, and announce the approach %
the day dawn. No one was ever more
glad to see the morning that was ia
cob after that night OF struggle i,
appropriate for philanthropis;s an
Christians to cry out with this angel %
the text. The day breaketh." IA,
worlds prospects are frightening. Su
perstition has had its strongest props
knocked out The tyrants of earth are
falling fiat in the dust. The Church
of Christ is rising up in its strength t.
go forth. fair as the morn, clear as
the sun, and terrible as an army with
banners. Clap your hands, ali "
people, 1.-THE day breal<eth."
AS look around me, | see many who
have passed through the waves of trou
bic that came up higher than thciI
girdle. In Gods name proclaim ccs
sation of hostilitics. You shall not al
ways go saddened and heart-brokcn
God will lit your burden. God will
bring your dead to life. God will stanci
the hearts bleeding. | know He will
Like as father pitieth his children
SO the Lord pities you. The pains o
earth will end. The tomb will burst
The dead will rise. The morning
star trembles on Frightening sky
The gates of the east begin to swing
open. The day breaketh.
Luther and Melancthon were talk
ing together gloomily about the pros
poets of the church. They could Sc,
no hope of deliverance. After awhil,
Luther got up and said to Melancthon
Come, Phillip, let us sing the forty
sixth Psalm, God is our refuge an,
strength in every time of trouble"
Death to many, nay, to all, is
struggle and a wrestle. We have man,
friends whom it would be hard I,
leave, | care not how bright our fu
ture hope is. 1t is a bitter thing t,
look upon this fair world, and know
that we shall never again see its bio
soming spring, its autumnal fruits, it
sparkling streams, and to say fare
well to those with whom w,
played in childhood or counsele,
in manhood. In that night, lik,
Jacob, we may have to wrestle, bu
God will not leave us unblessed.
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