Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1902-03-08

question and see your friends fly as rhaf
before windmill. As far as my self is
concerned. | have no word or complaint
but | look off day by day and see com
munities freezing ont men and women Of
whom the world is not worthy. Now It
takes after one and now after another
II becomes popular To dcpreciate and de-
fame and cXecrate and lie about some
people. This is the best world | ever
got into, but it is the meanest world that
some people ever got into. The worst
thing that ever happened to them was
their cradle, and the best thing that viii
ever happen 70 them will be their grave
Christ says to those sick and frosted
and disgusted and frozen of the world:
Come in ont of the March winds of the
worlds criticism. come in out Of the Slcet
of the worlds assault. come in ant Of y
world that docs not understand you AMI
does not want to understand you. 1 VIII
comfort, and | will soothc. and | will hc
Your warmth, as a hen gathereth her
chickens under her wing. +" oh the
warm heart OF God is ready for all those
To whom the world has given the cold
shoulder.
Christ Takes the storm.
But notice that some one must take the
storm for the chickens. All the hen takes
the storm. have watched her under The
pelting rain. | have seen her in the pinch
ing frosts, Almost frozen TO death or
almost strangled in the waters. and what
| fight she makes for the young under
wing IL dog or a hawk or a man come
| too near! And so the hroodiug Christ
J takes the storm Tor Us. What Hood "
/ anguish and tears that did not dash upon
| his holy soul? What ,beak of torture lid
not pierce his yitalsf What barking
| Cerherus OF hell was not let out upon
! him from the kenncls2 NeS, the hen
takes the storm for the chickens, and
| Christ takes the storm for TVS. once &he
| tempest rose so suddenly III hen could
not get with her young back from the
| new ground to the barn, and there she is
| under the fence half dead. And noW the
rain turns to snow. and ii is an awful
night and in the morning the Wilderness
about the gills and The beak down in the
mud show that the mother is dead. and
the young ones ceme out and cannot un-
dcrst aud why the mother does not scratch
for them something to eat, and they walk
over her wing and call with their Tiny
voices. hut there is no answering cluck,
She took the storm for others and per-
ishcd. Poor thing! Sch sacrificing even
unto DEATH And does ii not make you
think of him who endured all for u.s. So
the wings under which We come for spr-
inal safety are blood spattered wings,
are night Swallowed wings, are tempest
torn wings. In the Isle Of Wight | saw
the grave OF Princess Elizabeth, who died
while prisoner at Cnrishrook castle, her
finger on an open Bible aud pointing so
The words. Come unto me all ye that
labor and are heavy laden, and ! will give
You rest oh. come under the Wings
But now the summer day Is almost
past, aud the shadows Of the house aud
harm and wagon shed have Enlightened.
The farmer, with scythe or hoe On shout
der is returning from the fields, The
oxen are unyoked The horses are
cruuching the oats at the full bin. The
air is bewitched or honeysuekle aud vita
brier. The mkman, pail In hand, is APP.
preaching the barnyard The fowls,
keeping early hours, are collecting their
young tcluekm "Cluekg' 'sClnek e
And soon all the eyes OF that feathefed
nursery are closed. The bachelors OF the
winged tribe have assembled 20 their
perch. but the hens, in a motherhood ii
yincly appointed. take all the risk of q
slumber on the ground, and al night
long the wings will stay outsprcnd and
the little ones viii not utter a sntnd
Thus at shutdown, lovingly, safely. com
pletcly, the hen broods her young So.
If we are the Lords, the evening Of ou
life will come, The heats of the day wjE
have passed. There viii be shadows and