The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1901-03-15
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1t is trouble, my friends, that makes
us feel our dependence upon God. We
do not know our weakness nor Gods
strength until the last plank breaks.
1t Is contemplate in us that only
when there is nothing else to take
hold of we catch hold of God. Why.
do you know who the Lord is? He Is
not an autocrat, seated far up in a
palace, from which he emerges once
a year, preceded by heralds swinging
swords to clear the way. No. He IS
a father, willing at our call to stand
by us in every crisis and predicament
of life. l tell you what some OF you
business men make me think OF. A
man is unfortunate in his business.
He has to raise a good deal of money
and raise it quickly. He borrows on
word and note all he can borrow. Al
ter awhile he puts mortgage on MS
house. Then he puts a lien on MS
furniture. Then he makes over MS
his property. Then he goes to MS
father-in-law and asks for help. Well,
having failed everywhere, completely
failed he gets down on his knees ana
says, "Oh, Lord, have tried every
body and everything; now help me
out Of this financial trouble. HE
makes God the last resort instead Oh
the first resort.
The Last Resort.
Now, some OF you treat God just as
that young man treated his mother.
When you get into a financial perpleX-
ity, you call on the banker, you call on
the broker, you call ON your creditors,
you call on your lawyer for legal coun-
sci, you call upon everybody, and when
you cannot get any help then you
go to God. You say: "Oh, Lord, |
come to thee. Help me now out OF my
perplexity." And the Lord comes,
though it is the eleventh hour. He
says: why did you not send for me
before? AS one whom his mother COM
forteth, so will comfort you" 1t is
W luIOW us DdCh upOh bou eh'N W.
have this ministry of tears.
l like what Martin Luther said to
Philip Melanchton when Melanchton
has gone to bed discouraged and saying
to Luther: Our cause is lost. We have
had all our work for nothing. l am
in a state Of despair!" Then Luther
said: Come, Philip; we have had
enough Of such talk! Let us sing the
Forty-sixth Psalm Of David: God is
our refuge and strength, very pres
ent help in trouble, therefore will not
we fear though the earth be removed
and the mountains cast into the midst
of the sea. Though the waters there
of roar and be troubled, though the
mountains shake with the swelling
thereof. Selah!'"
Again, it is the use Of trouble to
capacitate us for the Office of sympa-
thy. The priests. under the old dis
pensation, were set apart by having
water sprinkled upon their hands, feet
and head, and by the sprinkling of
tears people are now set apart to the
office of sympathy. When we are in
prosperity, we like to have great
many young people around us. and
we laugh when they laugh, and we
romp when they romp, and we sing
when they sing, but when we have
trouble we like plenty of old folks
around. Why? They know how to
talk. Take an aged mother, Is years
Of age, and she is almost omnipotent
in comfort. Why? She has been
through it all. At 7 o'clock in the
morning she goes over to comfort a
young mother who has just lost her
babe Grandmother knows all about
that trouble. Fifty years ago she felt
it. At II o'clock of that day she goes
over to comfort a widowed soul. She
knows all about that. She has been
walking in that dark valley 20 years.
At o'clock in the afternoon some one
knocks at the door, wanting bread.
She knows all about that. Two or three
times in her life she came to her last
loaf. At 10 o'clock that night she
goes over to sit up with some one
severely sick. She knows all about it.
risies and broken bones. She has been
doctoring all her life, spreading plas-
ters and pouring out bitter drops and
shaking up hot pillows and contriv-
ing things to tempt poor appetite,
Drs. Abernethy and Rush and Ho-
sack and Harvey were great doctors,
but the greatest doctor the world ever
saw is an old Christian woman. Dear
me! Do we not remember her about
the room when we were sick in our
boyhood? Was there any one who could
ever so touch the sore without hurting
it? And when she lifted her specta-
Giles against her wrinkled forehead so
she could look closer at the wound it
was three-fourths healed. And when
the Lord took her home, although you
may have been men and women 30.
40, so years of age, you lay on the
coffin lid and sobbed as though you
were or 10 years Of age.
The Unfailing Remedy.
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