The Iola register., 1898-03-25

l1ORaftn DeRdn uy eHRruNlHR pewter
pots; God raised him to stand in the
enchanted realm of a painter. The
shoemaler's bench held Bloomfield for
little while; but God raised him to
sit in the chair of philosopher and
Christian scholar. The soap boiler of
London could not keep his son in that
business, for God had decided that
Hawley was to be one of the greatest
astronomers of England.
On the other hand we may be born
in a sphere little higher than that
for which God intends us. We may be
born in castle, and play in costly
conservatory, and feed highbred
pointers, and angle for goldfish in
artificial ponds, and be familiar with
princes; yet God may better have fitted
us for a carpenter shop; or dentists
forceps, or weaver's shuttle, or
blacksmith's forge. The great thing
is to find just the sphere for which
God intended us. and then to occupy
that sphere, and occupy it forever.
Here is a man God fashioned to make
plow. There is man God fashioned
to make constitution. The man who
makes the plow is just as honorable as
the man who makes the constitution.
There is woman who was made to
fashion a robe, aud yonder is one in
tended to be queen and wear it. 1t
seems to me that in the one case
as in the other, God appoints
the sphere. and the needle is just
as respectable in His sight as the
scepter. | do not know but that the
world would long ago have been saved
If some of the men out of the ministry
were in it, and some of those who are
in it were out of it. | really think
that one-half of the world may be di-
vided into two quarters-those who
have not found their sphere, and those
who having found it are not willing to
stay there. How many are struggling
for position little higher than that
which God intended them. The bonds
woman wants to be mistress. Hagar
keeps crowding Sarah. The small
wheel of a watch which beautifully
went treading it's golden pathway
wants to be the balance wheel, and the
sparrow with chagrin drops into the
brook because it cannot, like the eagle,
put a circle under the sun.
In the Lords army we all want to
be brigadier generals! The sloop says:
more mast, more tonnage, more can
vas. Oh, that were a topsail schooner.
or full-rigged brig, or Cunard
steamer And so the world is filled
with cries of discomfort. because we
are not willing to stay in the place
where God put us and intended us to
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anything God tells you to do for the
lack of a right disposition in this re-
spect the world is strewn with wan
dering lIagGrs and lsmaels God has
given each one of us "A work to do You
carry scuttle of coal up that dark
alley. You distribute that Christian
tract. You give $1,000 to the mis-
sionary cause. You for 10 years
sit with chronic rheumatism, dis
playing the beauty of Christian
submission. Whatever God calls
you to, whether it win kissing or
huzza; whether to walk under trium-
phal arch or lift the sot out of the
ditch; whether it be to preach on a
Pentecost or tell some wanderer of the
street of the mercy of the Christ of
Mary Magdalene; whether it be TO
weave garland for n laughing child
on a spring morning and call her a
| May Queen, or to comb out the tangled
! locks of waif of the street, and cut
up one of youi old dresses to fit her out
| for the sanctuary--do 1t, and do it
right away. Whether it be crown OF
a yoke, do not tidget. Everlasting hon.
ors upon those who do their work, and
do their whole work, and are contented
in the sphere in which God has put
them; while there is wandering, and
exile, and desolation, and wilderness
for discontented llagar and Ishmael.
Again, ! find in this Oriental scene 9
lesson of sympathy with woman when
she goes forth trudging in the desert
What great change it was for this
Hagar There was the tent, and al
The surroundings of Abraham's house
beautiful and luxurious no doubt.
Now she is going out into the ho'
sands of the desert. Oh, what 9
change it was! And in our day we
often see the wheel of fortune turn
Here is some one who lived in the very
bright home of her father. She hat
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ner happiness-plenty at the table
music in the drawing room, welcome
At the door. She is led forth into lif,
oy some one who cannot apprecia lat,
ler. A dissipated soul comes anC
lakes her out in the desert Crueltie
olot out all the lights of that hom,
circle. Harsh words wear out he
spirits. The high hope that shone on
over the marriage altar while the rinl
was being set and the vows given, ant
the benediction pronounced, have al
faded with the orange blossoms, ant
there she is to-day brokenhearted
thinking of the past joys and presen
lesolation and coming anguish. lIaga
in the wilderness
Here is beautiful home. You can
not think of anything that can b
added to it. For years there has no
been the suggestion of a single trou
BILE. Bright and happy children I'll