The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1900-12-29

have only one child, and that. dies,
while the next door neighbor has seven
children, and they are all spared. The
unfortunates buy at time vixen the
market is rising and the day after the
market falls. At time when they need
to feel the best for the discharge of
some duty they are seized with physical
collapse. Trying to do good and hon.
est and useful thing, they are misrep-
resented and belied as il they had
who all their lives have suffered injus-
tees. Others of less talent, with less
conservation, go on and up, while they
go on and down. There are in many
lives riddles that have never been solved,
mysteries that have never been ex-
planned, heartbreaks that have never
been healed. Go to that man or that
woman with philosophic explanation,
and you will make matters worse in
stead of making them better. But let
the oceanic tide of the text roll in that
soul, and all it's worriments and losses
and disasters will be submerged with
blessing, and the sufferer will say: II
cannot understand the reason for my
troubles, but l will some day under
stand. And they do not come by acct
dent. God allows them to come, and
God is love-"
But for this divine feeling think
our world would long ago have been
damo1;sbad Iue< tb;nl nf tho ornap-
lied wickedness Of the nations! See
the denominations continental! Behold
the false religions that hoist Moham-
med and Buddha and Confucius! Look
at the Koran and the Shastra and the
Zend-Avesta that would crowd out of
the world the Holy Scriptures! Look
at war, digging its trenches for the
dead across the hemispheres! See the
great cities, with their holocaust OF
destroyed manhood and womanhood!
What blasphemies assail the heavens!
What butcheries sicken the centuries!
What professions of crime and atrocity
and woe encircle the globe! If justice
had spoken, it would have said: "The
world deserves humiliation, and let
L y
had spoken, it would have said: II have
always been opposed to wickedness and
always will be opposed oft. The world
is to me an affront infinite, and away
with it," If omniscience had spoken
ii would have said: ~ have watched
that planet with minute and compre-
hensive inspection, and l cannot have
the offense longer continued" If truth
had spoken, it would have said: II de-
clare that they who offend the law
must go down under the law" But di-
vine love took a different view of the
worlds obduracy and pollution. 1t
said: Il pity all those woes of the
no assuagement of those sufferings. ]
will go down and reform the world.
| will medicate its wounds. | will cain
its frenzy. / will wash off its pollu-
ton. l will become incarnated. | will
take on my shoulders and upon my
brow and into my heart the conse-
quences of thesworld's misbehavior. |
start now, and between my arrival at
Bethlehem and my ascent from Olivet
i will weep their tears and suffer their
griefs and die their death. Farewell.
my throne, my crown, my scepter, my
angelic environment, my Heaven, till
l have finished the work and come
back" God was never conquered but
once, and that was when He was con-
quered by His own love. God is love-"
In this day, when the creeds of
churches are being revised, let more
emphasis be put upon the thought of
my text. Let it appear at the beginning
Of every creed and at the close. The
ancients used to tell of great mill
tary chieftain who, about to go to bat
tle, was clad in armor, helmet on head
and sword at side, and who put out
his arms to give farewell embrace to
his child, and the child, aifrighted at
his appearance, ran, shrieking, away.
Then the father put off the armor that
caused the alarm, and the child saw
who he was and ran into his arms and
snuggled against his heart. Creels
must not have too much iron in tHelr
make up, terrorizing rather than at
tracing. They must not hide the srhil-
ing face and the warm heart of our
Father, God. Let nothing imply that
there is a sheriff at every door ready to
make arrest, but over us all and around
us all a mercy that wants to save, and
save now.
If one paragraph of the creed seems
to take you, like child, out of the
arms of a father, let the next paragraph
put you in the arms of mother. "As
one whom his mother comforteth, so
will l comfort you" Oh, what n
mother we have in God! And my text
is the lullaby song to us when we are
i'll, or when we are maltreated, or when
we are weary, or when we are trying
to do better, or when we are bereft.
or when we ourselves lie down to the
last sleep. We feel the warm cheek
of the mother against our cheek, and
there sounds in ii the hush of many
mothers: God is Lowell"
This was the reason the Bible was
written. The world needs no inspired
page to tell it that God will chastise
sin, for that is proved in the life of
many an offender. You can look
through the wicket of any prison and
see the fact which the world under
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