The Canton times., 1902-04-04


jamming against him of prison gate
and the Ephesian vociferation, an
the ankles skinned by the, painfr
stocks, and the laundering of tn
| Alexandrian corn ship, and the be
heading stroke of the Roman sherii
to bring Paul to his proper develop
ment. 1t was not because Rober
Moffat and Lady Rachel Russell an
Frederick Oberlin were worse thai
other people that they had to suffer
1t was because they were better, ant
God wanted to make them best. b.
the carefulness of the thrashing yo'
may always conclude the value O.
the grain. &sF
Next, my text teaches up that Coz
proportions our trials to what we car
bear-the staff for the fitches, the roc
for the cummin, the iron wheel for the
corn. Sometimes people in great
trouble say: "Oh, 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 it. You trembled
and you swooned, but you got through
God will not take from your eyes one
tear too many nor from your lungs one
sigh toodeepnor irony 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 a dollar of bad debts on your ledger
or a disappointment about goods that
you expected to go up, but that have
gone down, or a swindle of your busi-
ness partner or 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 it has been thrashed and win
moved it has a great deal better opin-
on of winnowing mills and corn thrash
ers.
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 tosses up the straw, and he
sees the straw has let go the grain
and the grain is thoroughly thrashed.
So God. Shifting rod and turning wheel
both cease as soon as we let go. We
lold on to this world, with it's pleasures
Ind riches and emoluments, and our
are so firmly set that it seems
Us if we could hold on forever. God
comes along with some thrashing
;rouble and beats us loose. We start
ID under the delusion that this was
great world. We learned out of our ge-
'graphy that it was so many thousand
niles in diameter and so many miles in
circumference, and we said: "Oh, my,
What world!" Trouble came in after
ife, and this trouble sliced off one part
+ the world, and it has got to be a
mailer world and in some estimations
very insignificant world, and it is de-
'reciating all the time as a spiritual
roperty. Ten per cent. off, so per cent.
III, and there are those who would not |
i've ten cents for this world-the en-
ire world-as soul possession.
Another thing my text teaches us is
hat Christian sorrow is going to have
sure terminus. Ny text SAYS: |
Bread corn is bruised because he will
lot ever be thrashing it." Blessed be
iod for that! Pound away, o fail!
urn on, o wheel! Your work will
oon be done. "He will not ever be
hrashing it'll" Now, the Christian has
lmost as much use in the organ for
he stop trenulant as he has for the
but after awhile he will put
he last dirge into the portfolio for
YER. So much of us as is wheat will
e separated from so much as is chat.
nd there will be no more need of
ounding. They never cry in Heaven
ecause they have nothing to cry
bout. There are no tears of bereaye-
tent, for you shall have your friends
II round about you. There are no
'ars of poverty because each one sits
the Kings table and has his own
lariot of salvation and free access to
lie wardrobe where princes get their
rray. No tears of sickness, for there
re no pneumonias in the air and no
alarial exhalations from the rolling
yer of life and no crutch for the lame
NIB and no splint for the broken arm,
ut the pulses throbbing with the
ealth of the eternal God in climate
<e our June before the blossoms fall
: our gorgeous October before the
aves scatter.
In that land the souls will talk over