The Grenada sentinel., 1896-02-29

l., ~. '"oSo WHO never come
home. Sometimes it seems as II It
must be impossible. What, will their
feet never again come over the
threshold? Will they never again
SIT with MS at the table? Will thew
never again kneel with us at the family
prayer? Shall we never again look in.
10 thelr sunny faces? Shall we never
again on earth take counsel with them
Tor our work? Alas! me, who can
stand under these griefs? Oh! Christ.
Ihou canst do more for a bereft soul
than any else. 1t is He who stands be-
SIDE us to tell Of the resurrection. It
Is lie that came to bid peace. 1t is He
that comes to us and breathes into us
the spirit OF submission until we
can look up from the wreck and
ruin OF our brightest expectations and
say: FEATHER, not my will, but Thine
De done Oh, We who are bereft, We
angulsh-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.
On, that Christ would stand by all
these empty cradles, and all these
desolated homesteads, and all these
broken hearts, and persuade us it is
well.
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 crust in a cellar
and have your departed loved ones
with you than live in palatial sur
roundings and they away. Suppose
the world offers you its 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:
''Time will cure it ALL" All,
there are griefs that have ragged on for
30 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
mu'titudes of people dying for sympa-
thy-sympathy in their work, sympa-
thy in their fatigues, sympathy in their
bereavements sympathy in their fnan-
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 man S
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 succumb to the story Of compass
sion! Even mans sympathy is pleas
ant and helpful. When we have been
in some hour of weakness, to have a
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 a wife who could write on the
top of the empty -four barrel 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
consolation, or get down on her knit es
before the governor, begging for par
don, hoping on for her wayward boy
after all others are hopeless. Or let
her tell the story who. under villainous
allurement and impatient of parental
restraint has wandered off from a
home of which she was the idol into
the murky and thunderous midnight
of abandonment, away from God, and
further away, until some time she IS
tossed on the beach Of that early home
q mere splinter Of a wreck. Who will
pity her now? Who will gather these
dishonored locks into her lap? Who
will wash off the blood from the
gashed forehad? Who will tell her of
that Christ who came to save the lost?
Who will put that weary head upon
the clean white pillow and watch by
night until the hoarse voice OF the
sufferer becomes the whisper, and the
whisper becomes only faint motion
of the lips, and the faint motion OF the
lips is exchanged for silent look, and
the cut feet are still, and the weary
eyes are still. and the frenzied heart
is still, and all is still? Who will have
compassion on her when no others
have compassion? Mother! Mother!
Oh! there is something beautiful in
sympathy-in manly sympathy, witely
sympathy, motherly sympathy; yea
and neighborly sympathy. Why was
Il that q city was aroused with excite