The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-12-14

arrested on the road some day, as was
the ass by the angel of God with drawn
sword. The light of the last day will shine
through all such subterfuges, and with
voice louder than that which accosted
this imposition of the text: Come in,
thou wife of Jeroboam why feignest thou
myself to be another?"-with a voice
louder than that, God will thunder down
into midnight darkness and doom and
death all two-faced men, and all charla-
tans, and all knaves, and all jockeys, and
all swindlers. Behold how the people put
on the masks, and behold how the Lord
tears them off!
My subject also impresses me with how
precise and accurate and particular are
Gods providences. Just at the moment
that woman entered the city, the child
died. Just as il was prophesied, so 1t
turned out, so it always turns out. The
event occurs, the death takes place, the
nation is born, the despotism is overthrown
at the appointed time. God drives the I'M
iverse with a stiff rein. Events do not
just happen so. Things do not go slip
shod. In all the book of Gods proyi-
denceS there is not one If" Gods provi-
dences are never caught in dishabille. To
God there are no surprises, no disappoint-
ments and no accidents. The most insig-
nitcant event flung out in the ages is the
connecting link between two great chains
the chain of eternity past and the chain of
eternity TO come. / am no fatalist, but /
should be completely wretched If 1 did not
feel that all the affairs of my life are in
Gods hand, and ali that pertains to me and
mine, just as certainly as all the affairs of
this woman of the text as this child of the
text, as this king of the text, were in Gods
hand. You may ask me a hundred ques-
lions / cannot answer but shall until the
day of my death believe that l am under
the unerring care of God; and the heavens
may fall, and the world may burn, and the
judgment may thunder, and eternal ages
may roll, but not a hair shall fail from my
mead, not shadow shall drop on my path
not sorrow shall transfix my heart with
out being divinely rranged-arranged
by a loving, sympathetic Father He bot
Ties our tears, he catches our sorrows and
TO the orphan he will be a Father, and to
the widow he will be a husband. and to
the outcast he will be a home, and to the
most miserable wretch that this day
crawls up out of the ditch of his abomina-
ton crying for mercy, he will be an all
pardoning God. The rocks shall turn gray
with age, and the forests shall be unmoored
in the last hurricane, and the sun shall
shut its fiery eyelids. and the stars shall
crop like blasted figs. and the continents
shall go down like anchors in the deep,
and the ocean shall heave its last groan
and lash itself with expiring agony. and the
world shall wrap itself in winding sheet
OF flame and leap on the funeral pyre of
the judgment day; but Gods love shall not
die. 1t will kindle it's suns after all other
lights have gone out 1t will be a billowy
sea after the last ocean has wept itself
away. 1t will warm itself by the fire of
consuming world. 1t will sing while the
archangefs trumpet is pealing forth and
the air is filled with the crash of broken
sepulchres and the rush of the wings of
the rising dead. Oh, may God comfort all
this people with this Christian sentiment.