Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1897-04-09

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wish had never been born. wish /
were dead" Not so says Nehemiah
Although he had a grief so intense that
it excited the commentary Of his king,
yet that penniless, expatriated Nehe-
miah rouses himself up to rebuild the
city. He gets his permission Of absence.
He gets his passports. He hastens away
TO Jerusalem. BY night on horseback he
rides through the ruins. He overcomes
the most ferocious opposition. He
arOages the piety and patriotism Of the
people, and in less than two months
namely, 80 2days-Jerusalem was rebuilt
That's what call busy and triumphant
sadness
faint, Yet ParsuiPg.
Ny friends, the whole temptation is
with you when you have trouble to do
just the opposite to the behavior Of Ne
hemiah, and that is to give up. You
say, "I have lost my child and can
never smile again. You say, " 1 have
lost my property, and never can re-
pair my fortunes" You say, II have
fallen into sin, and never can start
again for new life" II satan can
make you form that resolution and
make you keep il, he has ruined you.
Trouble is not sent to crush you, but to
arouse you, to animate you, TO propel
you. The blacksmith does not thrust
the iron into the forge and then blow
away with the bellows and then bring
the hot iron out on the anvil and beat
with stroke after stroke TO ruin the iron,
but to prepare it for a better use. Oh.
that the Lord God Of Nehemiah would
rouse up eli broken hearted people 10
rebuild Whipped, betrayed, shipwreck'
ed, imprisoned, Paul went right on.
The Italian martyr Algerius sits in his
dungeon writing letter, and he dates
1t, From the delectable orchard Of the
Leonine prison" That is what | call
triumphant sadness l knew a mother
who buried her babe on Friday and on
Sabbath appeared in the house Of God
and said: "Giye me a class; give me a
Sabbath school class. have no child
now left me, and would like to have
q class Of little children. Give ne real
poor children Give me a class of the
back street. That, l say, is beautiful
That is triumphant sadness
At 3 O'Clock every Sabbath after
noon, for years, in beautiful parlor in
philadelphia parlor pictured and
statuetted-there were from 10 TO 20
destitute children Of the street. Those
destitute children received religious in
struction, concluding with cakes and
sandwiches. How do know that that
was going on for 10 years? | know 1t
in this way: That was the first home IN
Philadelphia where | was called 20
comfort a great sorrow. They had
splendid boy, and he had been drowned
at Long Branch. The father and mother
almost idolized the boy, and the sob and
shrek Of that father and mother as they
hung over the coffin rcsOund IN my ears
today There seemed TO be no use Of
praying, for when knelt down to pray
the outcry in the room drowned out all
the prayer. But the Lord comforted
that sorrow. They did not forget their
trouble. II you should 90 any afternoon
into Laurel Hill, you would find
monument with the word Walter" in
scribed upon it and wreath OF fresh
flowers around the name. / think there
was not an hour in 20 years, winter or
summer, when there was not wreath
Of fresh flowers around Walters pame
But the Christian mother who sent
those flowers there, having no child
left. Sabbath afternoons mothered 10
or 20 of the lost ones of the street That
is beautiful. That is what | call busy
and triumphant sadness. Here Is man
who has lost his property. He does not
10 to bard drinking. He does not de-
stroy his own life He comes and says:
Harness me for Christian work My
moneys gone. have no treasures on
earth. want treasures in heaven. L
have a voice and heart TO serve God
You say that that man has failed. dc
has not failed-he has triumphedl
Never Give Up.
Oh, wish could persuade all the
people who have any kind Of trouble
never to give up wish they would
look at the midnight rider Of the text
and that the four hoofs Of that beast ON
which Nehemiah rode might cut to
pieces all your discouragements and
hardships and trials. Give upl Who is
going to give up when on the bosom OF
God he can have all his troubles hushedg
Give upl Never think Of giving up Are
you borne down with pOyertyl A little
child was found holding her dead moth
er's hand in the darkness Of a tenement
house. and some one coming in the lit
tie girl looked up, while holding her
dead mothers hand, and said, "Oh, l
do wish that God had made more light
for poor folks" My dear, God will be
your light, God will be jour shelter,
God will be your home. Are you borne
down with the bereayements of lifeg Is
the house lonely now that the child Is
gonel Do Lot give up. Think OF what
the old sexton said when the minister
asked him why he put so much care on
the little graves in the cemetery-sc
much more care than ON the largel
grsyes-and the old sexton said, Sir
YOU know that of such is the kingdom
of heaven, and think the Saviour i
pleased when he sees so much Whit
clover growing around these littl'
graves" But when the minister presse'
the old sexton for a more satisfactor,
answer the old sexton said, "Sir, abou
these larger graves, don't know VIII
are the Lords saints and who are not
but you know, sir, IL is clean differen
with the BARNS. Oh, II you have ha'
that keen, tender, indescribable sorrow
that comes from the loss Of child, d.
not give up. The old sexton was right
Il Is all we'll with the BARNS. Or, J
you have sinned, II you have shines
grievously-sinned until you have beei
cast out by the church, sinned until yo'
have been cast out by society-do no
give up Perhaps there may be in thi
house one that could truthfully ute
the lamentation Of another:
Once was pure as the snow, but fell
Fsil fike a snowflake. from heaven 10 hell