Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1902-03-26

Next, my text teaches mp that God
proportions our trials to what we can
bear-the staff for the fitches. the rod
for the cummin, the iron wheel for the
corn. Sometimes people in great
trouble say. On, can't bear it," But
! YOU did bear it. God would not have
sent it upon You if He had known that
you could not bear il. You trembled
and you swooned Tut you got through
God Will not take from your eyes one
tear too many nor from your lungs one
| sigh too deep nor from your temples one
throb too sharp. The perplexities of
| your earthly business have not in them
! one tangle too intricate. You some
| times feel as if our world were full of
bludgeons flying haphazard. Oh, no;
they are thrashing instruments that
God just suits to your case. There is
not n dollar of bad debts on your ledger
! or disappointment about goods that
| you expected to 60 up, but that have
! gone down, or n swindle of your bust
ness partner or n trick on the part of
| those who are in the same kind of mer-
| chandise that you are, but God intend
ed to overrule for your immortal help.
! oh you say, there is no need of talk
| ing that way TO me. don't like TO be
cheated and outraged" Neither does
! the corn like the corn thrasher. but
/ after il has been thrashed and win
/ moved il has a great deal better opin-
/ ion of winnowiug mills and corn thra IN
/ ers.
Well" you say. "if could choose
my troubles, I would be willing to be
| troubled" All, my brother, then it
would not be trouble. You would
| choose something that would not hurt,
and unless it hurt ii does not get sane
titled Your trial perhaps may be child
Iessness. You are fond Of children.
You say: why does God send children
TO that other household where they are
unwelcome and are beaten and
banged about when | would have taken
them in the arms of my affection?''
You say: ANY other trial but this"
Your trial perhaps may be a disfigured
countenance or face that is easily
caricatured. and you say: 81 could en-
dure anything if only | was good look
ing" And your trial perhaps is n vio-
lent temper, and you have TO drive it
like six unbroken horses amid the gun
powder explosions of great holiday,
and ever and anon il runs away with
| you. our trial is the asthma. You
say: IF 1T were rheumatism, or neu-
ralgia, or erysipelas, but il is this asth-
ma, and 1T Is such an eXhausting thing
TO breathe" Your trouble is hus-
band' sharp, snappy and cross about
the house and raising a small riot be-
cause button is off. How could you
know the button is off? Your trial is a
wife ever in contest with the servants,
and she is sloven. Though she was
very careful about her appearance in
your presence one, now she is careless.
because, she says. her fortune is made!
Your trial is "A hard school lesson YOU
cannot learn, and you have bitten your
finger nails until they are a sight TO be
hold
Again, my subject teaches that God
keeps trials on us until we let go. The
former shouts "Whoa!" to his horses
as soon as the grain is dropped from
the stalk. The farmer comes with his
fork and losses up the straw, and he
sees the straw has let go the grain
and the grain is thoroughly thrashed.
God. Shifting rod and turning wheel
both cease as soon as we let 90. We
hold on to this world. with it's pleasures
and riches and emoluments, and our
knuckles are so firmly set that il seems
as If we could hold on forever. God
comes along with some thrashing
trouble and beats us loose We start
ed under the delusion that this was a
great world. We learned out of our ge-
ography that il was so many thousand
miles in diameter and 50 many miles in
circumference. and we said: ooh. my,
what world" Trouble came in n ter
life, and this trouble sliced off one part
OF the world. and it has got to he n
smaller world and in some estimations
a very Insignificant world. and il is de-
preciating all the time as n spiritual
property. Ten per cent. off, so per cent.
of, and there are those who would not
give ten cents for this world-the en-
tire world-as soul possession.
Another thing my text teaches MS is
that Christian sorrow is going to have
a sure terminus. My text saws:
Bread corn is bruised because I've will
not ever be thrashing it." Blessed he
God for thatl Pound away. fall!
Turn on, o wheel! Your work will
soon be done lie will not ever be
thrashing it," Now. the Christian has
almost as much use i'm the organ for
the stop tremulant as he has for the
trumpet, but after awhile he will put
the last dirge into the portfolio for
| ever. So much Of us as is wheat yviII
I be separated from so much as is chat
and there will he no more need Of
pounding. They never cry in Heaven
because they have nothing TO CRY
about. There are mo- fears Of bcrea,e-
ment. for you shall have your friends
ali round about YOU There are no
tears Of poverty because each one sits
at the King table and has his own
chariot Of salvation and free access to
the wardrobe where princes get their