The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1902-02-22

arraigned. Compel them to admins
ter to your spiritual wealth. Inc
scratch Of a sixpenny nail sometimes
produces lockjaw, and the clip OF
most infnitesimal annoyance may
damage you forever. Do not let any
ANNOYANCE or perplexity come across
ronr soul without its making you bet
ter. 40
+, Again, we must bring the religion OF
Christ into our commonest blessings.
When the autumn comes and the har-
vests are in and the governors make
procla nations, we assemble in church
es and we are very thankful. But
every day ought to be q thanksgiving
day. We do not recognize the COM
mon mercies OF life. We have to see
a blind man led by his dog before we
begin to bethink ourselves OF what .
grand thing it is to have undimmed
eyesight. We have to see some wound
ed man hobbling on his crutch or with
his empty coat sleeve pinned up be-
fore we learn to think what a grand
thing God did for us when He gave US
healthy use of our limbs. We are so
stupid that nothing but the misfor-
tunes of others can rouse us up 10 our
blessings. AS the OK grazes in the
pasture up to its eye in clover, YET
never thinking who makes the clover,
and as the bird picks up the worm
from the furrow, not knowing that 1t
is God who makes everything, from
the animacule in the sod to the seraph
on the throne, SO we 60 on eating
drinking and enjoying, but never
thanking, or seldom thanking, or, II
thanking at all, with only half .
heart.
I compared our indifference to the
brute, but perhaps I wronged the
brute. 1 do not know but that.
among its other instincts, it may
have an instinct by which 1t recognizes
the Divine hand hat feeds it. I do
not know but that God is, through it,
holding communication with what
we call Irrational creation" Tho
cow that stands under the willow by
the w~atercourse chewing its cud
looks very thankful, and who can tell
how much a bird means by its song?
The aroma of the flowers smells like
incense, and the mist arising from
the river looks like the smoke of q
morning sacrifice. Oh, that we were
as responsive! Yet who thanks God
for the water that Gushes up in the
well, and that foams in the cascade,
and that laughs over the rocks and
that patters in the showers, and that
claps its hands in the sea? Who
thanks God for the air, the fountain
of life, the bridge of %sunbeams, the
path of sound, the great fan on a hot
summers day? Who thanks God for
this wonderful physical organism,
this sweep of the vision, this chime
Of harmony struck into the ear, this
soft tread of a myriad delights over
the nervous tissue, this rolling Of the
crimson tide through the artery and
vein, this drumming of the heart on
u march to immortality. We take
all these things a. a matter of
course.
But suppose God should withdraw
these common blessings! Your body
would become an inquisition of tor
ture, n cloud would refuse rain,
every green thing would crumple UP.
and h earth would crack open un-
der your feet. The air would cease
Its heaithful circulation. pestilence
would swoop, and every house would
become a place OF skulls. Streams
would first swim with vermin and
then dry up, and thirst and hunger
and anguish n despair would lift
their scepters. Oh compare such q
life as n with the life you live
with your families! Is it not time
that, win every word OF our lips and
with every action OF our life we be-
gan to acknowledge these everyday
mercies? whether We eat or drink
or whatsoever We do, do all to the
glory OF God.. DO address a man
or a woman who has not rendered to
God one single Offering of thanks?
I was preaching on Thanksgiving
day and announced my text-"Oh,
give thanks unto the Lord, for He is
good and His mercy cndureth for
ever" / do not know whether thar>