Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1900-02-23
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oil worn out, and so am |, but all those
who will march with me 10 save those
women and children hold up your
hand" Then Havelock said: 1T Is al.
most dark, and my eyesight is very
poor, and | cannot see your raised
hands, but know they are all up. For
ward to Cawnpur!" 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
two 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 no,
wonder at the behavior of poor man
in France. He had been born blind,
but was skillfJ 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
bethought himself that perhaps ne
could give the groom something bet.
ter than money. In the morning he
said to the blind groom: Step out
into the sunshinel You are 40 years OF
age. could surely have cured your
blindness If had seen you sooner, but
come TO Paris, and will give you sight
II 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 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 star calling your attention to
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
Divine handwriting. Our every mus
Gle pulley Divinely swung. Our
every bone sculptured with Divine sug-
gestiveness. Our every eye refiec.
ton of the Divine eye. God above us
and God beneath us and God before US
and God behind us and God within MS.
What stupendous thing to live!
What n stupendous thing to die! No
such thing as hidden transgression.
A dramatic advocate in olden times
at night in a courtroom, persuaded OF
the innocence Of his client charged
with murder and of the guilt of ths
witness who was trying to swear the
poor mans life away-that advocate
took up two bright lamps and thrust
them close up TO the face of the W.T.
ness aud cried: MAY it please the
court and gentlemen of the jury, be-
hold the murderer" and the man
! practically under that awful glare con-
| fessed that he was the criminal instead
OF the man arraigned at the bar. Oh,
my friends, our most hidden sin is a
brighter light than that! 1t is under
the burning eye of God.
lie is not blind giant stumbling
through the Heavens. He is not
blind monarch feeling for the step Of
his chariot. Are you wronged? He
sees it. Are you poor? He sees it..
Have you domestic perturbation OF
which the world knows nothing? He
sees it. "Oh," you say, my affairs are
SO insignificant can't realize that God
sees me and sees my affairs!" Can
you see the point of a pin? Can you
see the point of needle? Can you see
a mote in the sunbeam? And has God
given you that power of minute obser-
vation and does He not possess It
Himself? "He that formed the eye,
shall He not seeP'
But you say: "God Is in ore 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"
Can you see the sun 95,000,000 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 and my vexations that [
don't think God can understand"
Does not God gather up all the colors
and all the shades of color in the rain
bow? And do you suppose there is
any phase or any shade in your life
that lie has not gathered up in His
own heart?
Besides that, I want to tell you II
will soon all be over, this struggle.
That eye of yours, so exquisitely fash
, ioned and strung and hinged ana
rooted will before long close in the
last slumber. Loving hands will
smooth down the silken fringes. So
He giveth His beloved sleep.
A legend OF St. Frotobert is that his
mother was blind and he was so sorely
| Dllllul lOI luC OuC
day in sympathy he kissed her eyes
and by miracle she saw everything.
But it is not legend when tell you
TINT all the blind eyes of the Chris
tian dead under the kiss of the resur-
rection morn shall glorious!y open.
Oh, what day that will be for those
who went cropping through this world
under perpetual observation or were
dependent on the hand of 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
darkened," when eternal daybreale
comes ;nl
What a beautiful epitoph that was
for tombstone in a European ceme-
terry: Here reposes in God Katrina, .
saint IS years of age and blind. Tbs