The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1901-03-15

anu hc 10 at WOTk Oh IL al the Wech
l say to him, why did you put only
20 minutes work on that one precious
stone and put whole week on this
other?" "Oh," he says, that one upon
which l put only 20 minutes work is
OF but little worth, and l soon got
through with it. But this precious
stone upon which have put such pro-
longed and careful work is Of vast
value, and it is to flash in a kings
coronet." So God let's one man go
through life with only little cutting
or misfortune, for he does not amount
to much; he is small soul and of COM
paratively little value. But this other
soul Is OF great worth, and it is cut
OF pain and cut of bereavement and cut
OF persecution and cut of all kinds of
trouble and through many years, and
1 ask. Dear Lord, why all this pro-
longed and severe process?" And God
says: This soul is of infinite value,
and it is to flash in kings cornet.
He shall be mine in the day when /
make up my jewels"
The sympathy of Jesus.
Jesus had enough trial to make him
sympathetic with all trial. The short
est verse in the Bible tells the story,
Jesus wept." The scar on the back
Of his either hand. the scar on the
arch OF either foot. the row of scars
along the line of the hair. will keep
all heave thinking. Oh, that Great
Weeper Just the one to silence all
earthly trouble, wipe out all stains of
earthly grief Gentle! Why, his step
is softer than the step of the dew.
1t will not be a tyrant bidding you
hush your crying. 1t will be a father
who will take you on his left arm, his
face beaming into yours. while with
the soft tips Of the fingers of the right
hand he shall wipe away all tears from
your eyes.
You have noticed when the children
get hurt and their mother is away from
home they always come to you, the
father, for comfort and sympathy but
you have noticed when the children
get hurt and their mother is at home
they go right past you and to her,
and you are Of no account. So, when
the soul comes up into heaven out of
the wounds OF this life, it will not stop
to look for Paul or Moses or David
now the soul shall rush past, crying:
Where is Jesus? Where is Jesus?"
Methinks it will take us some time
to get used to heaven, the fruits of
God without one speck, the fresh pas
lures without one nettle, the orchestra
without one snapped string, the river
of gladness without one torn bank,
the solferino and the saffron of the
sunrise Of the eternal day that beams
from Gods face.
Friends, If we could get any appre-
citation OF what God has in reserve for
us it would make us so homesick we
would be unfit for our everyday work.
Professor Leonard, formerly of Iowa
university, put in my hands a me-
teoric stone-a stone thrown off from
some other world to this. How sug-
gestive it was to me! And l have to
tell you the best representations we
have of heaven are only aerolites flung
off from that world which rolls on.
hearing the multitude of tho redeemed.
we analyze these aerolites and find
the crystallizations of tears. No won
der, flung off from heaven! God shall
wipe away all tears from their eyes"
Wipe Away the Tears.
Take this good cheer home with
you. These tears Of bereavement that
course your cheek and Of persecution
and of trial are not always to be there.
The motherly hand of God will wipe
them all away. What is the use on
the way to such a consummation-what
is the use Of freezing about anything?
Oh, what an exhilaration it ought to be
in Christian work! See you the pima
cles against the sky? 1t is the city of
our God, and we are approaching it.
Oh, let us be busy in the days that
remain for us!
The SaXons and the Britons went out
to battle. The SaXons were all armed.
Inc Britons had no weapons at all,
and yet history tells us that the Brit
ons got the victory. Why? They went
into battle shouting three times, HAL
leluiah!" and at the third shout of
"Hallelujah!" their enemies fed panic
struck, and so the Britons got the
victory. And, my friends, if we could
only appreciate the glories that are
to come We would be so filled with
enthusiasm that no power on earth
or hell could stand before us. and
at our first shout the opposing forces
would begin to tremble, and at our
second shout they would begin to fall
back, and at our third shout they
would be routed forever. There is no
power on earth or in hell that could
stand before three such volleys of
halleluiah.
l put this balm on the wounds Of
your heart: Rejoice at the thought Of
what your departed friends have got
rid of and that you have prospect of
so soon making your own escape. Bear
cheerfully the ministry of tears and
exult at the thought that soon it is
to be ended.
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