The Farmville herald. [volume] (Farmville, Va.) 1890-1934, 1900-08-24

tulntg ot SCI llHg yourselves right,
want TO tell you of one who had tn
hardest things said about him. who's
sobriety was disputed, whose mission
was secuted, whose companionshir
was denounced, who was pursued a
babe and spit upon as a man. VIII,
was howled at after he was dead.
will have You go unto Him with YOU
humble child prayer, saying: 81 Sc,
Thy wounds-wounds Of head, wound.
of feet, wounds of heart Now. lool
at my wounds and see what l hay,
suffered and through what battles
am going, ana l entreat Thee by thos,
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
cmblems of sorrow you behold every
where? God has His own way of tax
ing apart a family. We must get out Of
the way for coming generations. We
must get of 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
plowed for resurrection harvest. Eter-
nifty must be pcopled. The dust must
press our eyelids. at is appointed
unto all men once to die" This emf
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
Tip, and the rose scattcrs. 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.
NidOwhOod stands with tragedies of
woe struck into the pallor of the cheek.
Orphanage cries i'm vain for father and
mother. Oh. the grave is cruel! With
teeth of stone il clutches for its prey.
Between the closing gates of the sepul- /
cher our hearts are mangled and .
crushed.
Is there any earthly solace? None. /
We come to the obsequics, we sit with
the grief stricken. We talk pathetically
to their soul; but soon the obsequies
have passed, the carriages have left US
at the door. the friends who staid for
a few days are gone. and the heart sits
in desolation listening for the little
feet that viii never again patter
Trough the hall, or looking for the en-
rance of those who will never come
again signing into the darkness-ever
ma anon coming across some book or
garment or little shoe or picture that
irOuses former association, almost kill
NC the heart. Long days and nights
f suffering that wear out the spirit
nd eXpunge the bright lines of life and
i've haggardness TO the face and draw
he flesh tight down over the cheek
one and draw dark lines under the
unken eye, and the hand is tremulous.
nd the voice is husky and uncertain.
nd the grief is wearing, grinding, ac- ,
exhausting.
Now, what are such TO do? Are they ;
lercly to look up into a brazen and un- :
tying sky? Are they TO walk blast
/ heath unfed of stream. unsheltered
y overarching trees2 Has God turned S
, out on the barren common TO die? S
h, no, no. no! He has not. lie comes S
ith sympathy and Kindness and love. q
c understands all our grief lie sees C
ie height and depth and the length r
nd the breadth Of it. He is the only
le that can fully sympathze. Go and t
II Jesus. Sometimes when we have $
ouble we go to our friends and we s.
.plain il. and they try TO sympathize; p
1t they do not understand it,. They a
nnot understand il. But Christ sees Ii
over it and all through it. lie not Il
Ily counts the tears and records the T
'oans, but before the tears started, q
fore the groans began Christ saw the il
most hiding place Of your sorrow, h
d lie takes it, and lie weighs it. and al
, measures it, and He pities it with an al
absorbing pity. Bone Of our bone.
esh of our flesh. Heart of our heart. y
rrow of our sorrow. As long as lie jill
members Lazarus grave He will b'
md by you in the cemetery. As long 70
lie remembers His own heartbreak es
Will stand by you in the laceratiOn fly
your affections. When He forgcts "
E footsore way, the sleepless nights, ia
, weary body, the exhausted mind, II
? awful cross. the solemn grave, then an
will forget you, but not until then. no
)ften when we were in trouble we th
t for our friends, but they were far in
ay; they could not get 10 us. We be
ote to them: Come right away" kn
"Take the next train" be
~ came at last, yet were a great on
lie in coming or perl&ps were too
r. But Christ is alwaySnear-b before all
!, behind you, within you. No moth eyi
ever threw her arms around her kn
Id with such warmth and ecstasy cal
Election as Christ has shown toward no
Close at hand-ncarer than the est
II upon which you lean. nearer than life
cup YOU put TO your lip, nearer than me
handkerchief with which you wipe
~ your tears-I preach Him an ever pre-
sent. all sympathizing. compassion- sor
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