The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1900-06-22

lust have heard of it in other places.
counsel YOU to another course.
While you are not TO omit any oppor-
tunty of setting yourselves right, |
want to tell you of one who had the
hardest things said about him, whose
sobriety was disputed, whose mission
was secuted whose mpanionship
was denounced, who was pursued as
babe and spit upon as man, who
was howled at after he was dead. l
will have you go unto Him with your
humble child prayer, saying: VI see
Thy wounds--wounds of head, wounds
of feet, wounds of heart. Now, look
at my wounds and see what | have
suffered and through what battles
am going anu | entreat Thee by those
wounds of Thine to sympathize with
me-" And He will sympathize, and lie
will help. Go and tell Jesus.
Again. | commend the behavior of
the disciples TO all the bereaved. How
many in garb of mourning? How many
emblems of sorrow you behold every
where? God has His own way of talk
ing apart family. We must get out of
the way for coming generations. We
must get off the stage that others may
come on. and for this reason there is a
| long procession reaching down all the
time into the valley Of shadows. This
emigration from time into eternity is
so vast an enterprise that we cannot
| understand it. Every hour we hear the
clang Of the sepulchral gate. The sod
must be broken. The ground must be
! p,owcd for resurrection harvest Eter-
nifty must he peoplcd. The dust must
press our eyelids. at is appointed
unto all men once TO die" This emil
grafton from time into eternity keeps
three-fourths of the families of the
earth in desolation. The air is rent
with farewclls. and the black taseled
vehicles of death rumble through every
street. The body of the child that was
folded so closely to the mothers heart
is put away in the cold and the dark
ness. The laughter freezes to the girls
lip. aud the rose scatters The boy in
the harvest field of Shunem says: "My
head! My head" And they carry him
home to die on the lap of his mother.
Widowhood stands with tragedies of
woe struck into the pallor of the cheek.
Orphanage cries in vain for father and
mother. Oh, the grave is cruel! With
teeth of stone it clutches for its prey,
Between the closing gates Of the sepul-
cher cur hearts are mang,ed and
crushed.
Is there any earthly solace? None
We come TO the obseques. we sit with
ttsi,. 81 no los 4
to their soul: but soon the obseQiieS
have passed. the carriages have left us
at the door. the friends who staid foi
q few days are gone. and the heart sit,
in desolation listening for the littl,
feet that will never again pattei
through the hall, or looking for the en-
trance of those who will never com,
again-sighing into the darllness-evel
and anon coming across some book OF
garment or little shoe or picture thai
arouses former association, almost kill
ing ,the heart. Long days and night
of suffering that wear out the spiri
and eXpunge the bright lines of life anC
give haggardness to the face and draw
t the flesh tight down over the cheel
2 bone and draw dark lines under TIT
: sunken eye, and the hand is tremulous
and the voice is husky and uncertain
q and the grief is wearing grinding, nc
, cumulating. eNhausting.
E Now what are such TO do? Are the,
merely to lool, up into a brazen and un
5 plying sky? Are they to walk blast
4 ed heath unfed of stream, unsheltere,
I by overarching trees? Has God turne,
i us out on the barren common to die
. Oh, no! no. no! lie has not. He come
u with sympathy and kindness and love
r lie understands all our grief. He sec
- the height and depth and the lengt
90 and the breadth of it. He is the onl
I one that can fully sympathize. Go an
+ tell Jesus. Sometimes when we hav
d trouble we go to our friends and W
l. explain il, and they try to sympathize
Il but they do not understand it, The
I cannot understand it, But Christ see
t all over it and all through it. He nc
e only counts the tears and records tn
e groans, but before the tears starte(
e before the groans began Christ saw tn
= inmost hiding place of your sorrow
e and He takes it, and He weighs it, an
s He measures it, and He pities it with n
= all absorbing pity. Bone of our BON
S Flesh of our flesh. Heart of our hear
T. Sorrow of our sorrow AS long as II
t, remembers Lazarus grave He wi
i stand by you in the cemetery. AS Ion
= as He remembers His own heart brea
e He will stand by you in the laceratio
e of your affections. When He FORGE
2 the foot sore WAY he sleeDleSS nipht
d the weary body, the exhausted min,
D the awful cross, the solemn grave, the
K. He will forget you, but not until thel
I'd Often when we were in trouble "
l. sent for our friends, but they were fl
lie away; they could not get to us. "
I'd wrote to them: "Come right away