The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1900-01-20

nOur De Sdcfluce0. hoW many u Joo
will go with me for the rescue of those
women and children? l know you are
oil worn out, and so am /, but all those
who will march with me to save those
women and children hold up your
hand" Then Havelock said: 1t is al.
most dark, and my eyesigbt is very
poor, and l cannot see your raised
hands, but / know they are all up. For.
ward to Cawnpurl" That hero's eyes.
though almost extinguished in the
service OF God and his country, could
see across India and across the CEN
turtles. But let anybody who has one
good eye be thankful, and all who have
w good eyes be twice as thankful.
Take care of your eyes and thank God
every morning when you open them
for capacity to see the light. do not
wonder at the behavior of a poor man
in France. He had been born blind,
but was a skillful groom in the stables.
A surgeon, riding up one evening,
gave his horses into the care of the
blind groom. Late at night the 'trav.
cling surgeon went to the stables and
found the groom still at work upon
the horses, and the grateful and sym.
pathetic surgeon resolved in the morn.
ing to reward the blind groom with
money. But in the night the surgeon
b%ethought himself that perhaps he
could give the groom something bet
ter than money. In the morning he
said to the blind groom: "Step out
into the sunshine! You are 40 years OF
age. l could surely have cured your
blindness If l had seen you sooner, but
come to Paris, and I will give you sight
if you do not die under the operation"
Paying the poor mans way to Paris,
the operation was successful. For the
first time the man saw his wife and
children. and having taken a good look
at them he turned and said: LET me
look on my friend, the surgeon, who
has opened all this beautiful world to
me and shown me my loved ones.'
Was not that glorious? Only those who
have been restored from utter blind
ness can appreciate the omnipotent
blessing of eyesight.
You often find in a book of manu-
script a star calling your attention to
a footnote or explanation. That star
the printer calls an asterisk. But all
the stars of the night heavens are as
terisks calling your attention to God
an all-observing God. Our every nerve
a Divine handwriting. Our every mus
Gle a pulley Divinely swung. Oul
every bone sculptured with Divine sug
gestiveness. Our every eye a refec
ton of the Divine eye. God above u
and God beneath us and God before u
and God behind us and God within us
What a stupendous thing to live
What a stupendous thing to die! N;
such thing as hidden transgression.
A dramatic advocate in olGen time
at night in a courtroom, persuaded o
the innocence of his client charged
with murder and of the guilt Of tn
witness who was trying to swear tn
poor mans life away-that advocat
took up two bright lamps and thrus
them close up to the face of the wit
ness and cried: May it please tn
court and gentlemen of the jury, be
hold the murderer" and the ma
practically under that awful glare cor
fessed that he was the criminal instea
OF the man arraigned at the bar. Oh
nv friends, our most hidden sin is
brighter light than that! 1t is unde
the burning eye of God.
Tie is not a blind giant stumblin
through the Heavens. He is not
blind monarch feeling for the step c
his chariot. Are you wronged? II
sees it. Are you poor? He sees j
Have you domestic perturbation
which the world knows nothing? e
sees it. "Oh," you say, my affairs al
so insignificant l can't realize that Go
sees me and sees my affairs!" Ca
you see the point of a pin? Can yc
see the point of a needle? Can you 81
a mote in the sunbeam? And has &C
given you that power of minute obse
walton and does He not possess
i Himself? HE that formed the ey
, shall He not see?"
: But you say: God is in ore wor
, and l am in another world. He seen
: so far off from me l don't really thir
. He sees what is going on in my life
Can you see the sun 5000. GOO mil
t away, and do you not think God h
: as prolonged vision? But you sa
b There are phases of my life and the
are c%olors, shades of color in my j
noyances and my vexations that
I don't think God can understand
Does not God gather up all the colo
D and all the shades of color in the raj
J. bow? And do you suppose there
l. any phase or any shade in your |
a that He has not gathered up in I
e own heart?
BESIDES that, l want to tell you
l. will SCOT all be over. this strugg
# That eye Of yours, so exquisitely fla,
t. toned and strung and hinged a
d rooted will before. long close in I
p last slumber. Loving hands "
n smooth down the silken fringes.
,r He giveth His beloved sleep.
is A legend Of st. Frotobert is that
n mother was blind and he was so sor
Id pitiful for the misfortune that {
m day in sympathy he kissed her e,