The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1900-01-26

ably wonderful-how much more won
derful the great, searching, o~verwhel-
ming y of Cod All eternity past and
all eternity to come on that retina. The
eyes with which we look into each 9TH
er'S face today suggest it. 1t stands
written twice on you face m twice o
mine, unless through casualty one or
both have been obliterated. He that
formed the eye, shall he not see?" Oh,
the eye of Godi 1t sees our orrow to
disentangle them sees our wants to
sympathize with them. If we fight him
back. the eye of an antagonist. If we
ask his grace, the eye Of an everlasting
friend.
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 muscle
a pulley divinely swung. Our every
bone s%culpturad with divine sugges-
tiveneSS. Our every eye a reflection
of the divine eye. roc above US and
God beneath us and God before US and
God behind us n God with us. What
a s~tupendous thing to live. What a
s~tupendous thing to die! No such thing
as hidden tranSgreSSiOn.
- uTdIIIdllC StuNOCdle III OluSn lllltS
at night in a courtroom, persuaded of
the innocence of his client charged
with murder and Of the guilt of the
witness who was trying to swear the
o man life away-that advocate
took up two bright lamps and thrust
them close up to the face of the wit
ness and cried. May it please the court
and gentlemen of the jury, behold the
murderer" and the man practically
under that awful glare confessed that
he was the criminal instead of the man
arraigned at the bar. Oh, my friends,
our most hidden sin is under a bright
er light than that! 1t is under the
burning eye of God.
THE LIGHT THAT WAS RESTORED
He is not a blind giant stumbling
through the heavens. He is not a
blind monarch feeling for the step of
his chariot. Are you wrOnged? He sees
it.. Are o poor? He sees it. Have
you domestic perturbation of which the
world knows nothing? He sees it. ooh"
you say, my affairs are so %ins1gnifi-
cant I can't realize that roc sees me
and sees my affairs!" Can you see the
point Of a pin? Can o see the eye of
a needle? Can you see a mote in the
sunbeam? And has God given you that
power of minute observation and does
he not possess it himself? HE that
formed the eye. shall he not see?"
But you say: God is in one world
and ] am in another world. He seems
so far off from me / don't really think
he sees what is going on in my life"
a lou see the sun 90, G00,0 600 miles
away, and do you not think God has
as prolonged vision? But you say,
There are phases of my life and there
are colors, shades of color in my an
noyanceS n my vexations that I
ont think God can understand" Does
not God gather up all the colors and
all the shades of color in the rainbow?
And do you suppose there is any phase
or any shade in your life that he has
not gathered up in his own heart?
Besides that, / want to tell you it will
soon all be over, this struggle. That
eye of yours so exquisitely- fashioned
and strung and hinged and rooted will
before long close in the last slumber.
Loving hands will smooth down the
silken fingers. So he giveth his be-
loved sleep.
\ legend of ST. Frotobert is that his
mother was blind and he was so sorely
pitiful for the misfortune that n day
in sympathy he kissed her eyes and by
miracle she saw everything. But il is
not a legend when / tell you that all
the blind eyes of the Christian dead
under the kiss of the resurrection morn
shall gloriouSly open Oh, what a day
that VIII De Tor tnOSe VINO went CROP
ing through this world under perpetual
observation or were dependent on the
hand of a friend or with an uncertain
staff felt the way, and for the aged
of dim sight. about whom it might be
said that they which look out of the
windows be d~arkened," when eternal
daybreak comes in!
What a beautiful epitaph that was
for a tombstone in a European GENE
terry: Here reposes in God Katrina, a
saint, IS Of age and blind. The
light was restored to her May 10, 1s4O."