The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1902-04-09

Your trouble II q husband, shaLP su:P
nv and cross about the house ana faisinS
n small riot because button ID on. I Ho~
could YOU know the button il on! Your
.s;aI :. \ wife ever in contest with the ser
va,ts and she is a sloven. Though sne
was yery careful about her appearance IN
vour preseuce once, now she Ii careless,
because. she says, her fortune 10 mace!
Your trial is a hard school lesson you can
not learn. and you have bitten your hnSef
nails until they are a sight to behold.
Everybody has some vcxation or annoy
aace or trial, and he or she thinks it Is the
one least adapted. Anything but tins,
all say; anything but this MY nearer;
are you not ashamed to be complaining an
this time against God! Who manages the
affairs Of this world, anyhow? is 1t an IN
Sn,te Modoc or a Sitting Bull savage or an
omniposent Mana Sahib? No: it is the
most merciful and glorious and wise being
in all the universe.
You cannot teach omniPotence anything.
You have fretted and worried almost
enough. Do YOU not think so? Some OF
YOU are making yourselves ridiculous. IN
the sight of the angels. Here is 4 naval ar.
chitect and he draws out the plan OF
ship of many thousand tons. Many WORK.
men are engaged for a long while. The
shin is done, and some day. with the fags
ND and the air gorgeous with bunting thet
vessel is launched for Southampton. AT
that time lad six years OF age comes run
ming down the dock with toy boat which
he has made with his own lack.kn'fe, ana
he saws: Here, my boat Is better than
yours: Just look at this jibboom and these
weather crossiack braces" And he drops
his little boat beside the great ship. and
there il a roar of laughter on the decks!
Ah. nv friends. that great ship is your hte
as God planned it-vast, million tonned,
ocean destined, eternity bound! That lit
tie boat is your life as you were trying to
hew it out and fashion it and launch it.
Do not try to be rival Of the great Jeho-
yah.
God is always right, and in nine cases
out of ten YOU are wrong. He sends Just
| the hardships, Just the bankruptcies, just
| the cross that it is best for you to have:
| He knows what kind OF grain you are, and
He sends the right kind of thrashing ma,
chine. 1t will be rod or staff or iron wheel
just according as you are ftches or cum
min or corn.
No tears OF sickness, for there are no
pneumonias in the air and no malarial ex.
halatioas from the rolling river OF life and
no crutch for the lame limb and no spliat
| for the broken arm, but the pulses throb-
| bing with the health OF the eternal God IN
| a climate like our June before the blossoms
fall OF our gorgeous October before the
leaves scatter.
In tat land the souls will talk over the
| different modes of thrashing. Oh, the
story of the staff that struck the fitches
and the rod that beat the cummin and the
| ircn wheel that went over the corn! Dan
| iel will describe tie lions and Jonah levia-
THAN and Paul the elmwood whips with
which he was scourged, and Eve will tell
how aromatic Eden was the day she left
| it. and John Rogers will tell of the smart
of the fame and Elijah Of the fiery team
that wheeled him up the sky sleeps and
Christ OF the nunbness and the paroxysms
and hemorrhages OF the awful crucifixion.
| There they are before the throne OF God
ON one elevation all those who were
struck of the rod. on the highest elevation
and amid the highest attitudes Of heaven
| all those who were under the wheel. He
will not ever be thrashing it.
Is there not enough salve in this text to
| make a plaster large enough to heal all
| your wounds? When q child is hurt, the
mother is very apt TO say to it, Now. il
will soon feel better" And that is what
God Gays when He embosoms all our trou.
ole in the hush of this great promise.
Weeping may endure for a night, but
joy cometh in the morning" You may
leave your pocket handkerchief sopping
wet with tears on your death pillow, but
you viii 60 up absolutely sorrowless. They
presses for them, palms FOR you. You will
say: "Is it possible that am here? Is this
heaven! Am SO pure now will never
| do anything wrong? Am ! so well that !
viii never be sick again? Are these com.
Partnerships so firm that they will never
again be broken? Is that Mary? Is that
John? Is that my loved one I put away
into darkness! Can it be that these are
the faces Of those who lay SO wan and
emacia.ed in the back room that awful
night dying: Oh. how radiant they are.
Look at them! How radiant they are!
Why, how unlike this place is from what
thought when left the world below.
| Ministers drew pictures Of this land. but
how tame compared with the reality! They
told mc on earth that death was sunset.
| ] see the light now purpling the hills, and
the clouds fame with the coming day"
| Then the gates OF heaven will be opened,
and the en,ranced soul, with the acuteness
and power OF the celestial vision, will look
thousands OF miles down upon the ban
nered procession, a river of shimmering
| splendor, and will cry out. Who are
they" And the angel of God. standing
close by. will say. do you not know who
they a.e% NO" says the entranced soul,
Il cannot guess who they are" The angel
will say, II will tell you, then, who they
are. These are they who came out of great
t-ibulation. or thrashing, and their robes
washed and made white in the blood OF the
limb"
Would that could administer some Of
these drops of celestial anodyne to these
nervous and excited souls. If you would
take enough Of it; it would cure all your
pangs. The thought that you are going to
| get through with this after awhile, all this
sorrow and all this trouble.
We shall have a great many grand days
in heaven. but will tell you which will be
the g.andest day of all the million ages Of
heaven. You say. Are you sure you can
tell me-" Yes, can. 1t will be the day
we get there. Some say heaven is growing
more glorious. / suppose it is. but do
not care much about that. Heaven now is
good enough for me.
| History has no more eratu.atory scene
than the breaking in Of the English army
upon Lucknow, India. 4 few weeks before
| 1 massacre had occurred at Cawnpur, and
go women and children had been put in q
room. Then FIVE professional butchers went
| in and slew them. Then the bodies OF the
slain were taken out and thrown into a
well. As the English army came into
| Cawnpur they went into the room, and
| oh. what horrid scene!
Sword strokes on the wall near the floor,
showing that the poor things had crouched
when they died. and they saw also that the
floor was ankle deep in blood. The soldiers
walked on their heels across it. lest their
shoes be submerged of the carnage. And
on that floor OF blood there were flowing