Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1903-01-12


You might feel little better II you
could only put your head in her lap and
have a good cry. But you can't. Do
you know what is the matter? l think
your dead parents are pleading with
you and for you now, just the same as
they did of old.
The psalmist tells us that God keeps
the tears Of his loved ones in a bottle.
Last week God lifted one of the paren-
tai tears which were shed over your
cradle. He placed the sparkling treas
ure upon the white wing Of an angel
Of mercy and cried, go, angel. and
drop that tear upon that young mans
head and anoint him with the Spirits
power" Last night God sent another
white winged messenger with another
tear out Of his bottle, shed by your IA
ther on the day you Joined the church.
One white winged angel after another
did as they were told. They all dropped
those parental tears upon your head
and heart. Discouraged man, today
wearied of the sinful world, as you sit
there with the tears running down
your cheeks. you think they are your
tears. They are not. They are the
tears Of your dead and redeemed IA
ther and mother, which God has long
been preserving in his sacred bottle.
They are the tears of joy which your
father and mother are now shedding
in heaven, because the white winged
angels have already flown to the Celes-
tial City to announce to them that their
boy is awearied of sin; that their boy
Is now ready to cast himself upon the
love of Jesus and be saved. Oh, today
the sacred band of Christian worship
ers about me can hardly keep from
clapping their hands in joy. Truly
| this is not only for us, but also for
your repenting soul. q happy, happy
new year day.
Your Mothers Memory.
This ought to be especially a happy
new year for you, repenting, sinful
man, because now the good works of
your dead father and mother are about
| to be perpetuated through the coming
centuries. When your mother died,
| you said: Il do not want for her any
| expensive funeral or useless show. I
do not want any trained choir to sing
any classical music by her casket. do
not want for her public funeral.
do not even want her body to be taken
to the church. Let her sleep as long as
| possible in the bed where she died.
Let her funeral be by her own fireside
Let a few friends gather here who
loved her. Let some young girl who is
a friend Of my sister sing a simple
song like
| Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on his gentle breast.
Mother was not fond of society. She
was home body She lived mostly for
father and us children" Well, my
brother, If your mother was a home
body and lived mostly for her children,
do you not see that if you refused to
repent, refused to cOnsecrate your life
to the cross, refused to be a good
man and live pure life, your sinful
acts would be damming back a great
part of her prayers and the good results
Of her life? When your mother died,
you gathered up all the kind, sympa-
thetic letters which were written to you
about her past kindnesses. You also
had the officiating minister write down
his funeral address. Then you had those
letters and that address all printed and
bound together into a booklet, which
you called MY Mothers Memorial"
But, man, the mightiest and most tri-
umphant memorial you could ever
make of your mothers life is your own
life consecrated to the service of Jesus
She put her blood and her life into
| your life. So, man, this ought to be a
happy year for you. 1t ought to be
happy because by your own consecra.
ton to the service of the Lord Jesus
you are here and now ready to let your
mothers prayers echo and re-echo and
resound in your prayers. Her good
deeds will find a true continuance in
your good deeds. Her Christ shall here
after be worshiped with a sweeter loob
because he is also now her boys Christ
The holy endeavor to fulfill the past
pledges which you have made to Coo
shall be another desire inspiring YOU
during this ensuing happy new year
All your past days have not beer
bright and happy days. The meadow
larks do not sing when they hear the
merciless growl Of the destroying cy
clone. The red roses Of June do no
Ike to rest their blushing cheek,
against a January snowbank. Yo,
may have welcomed the many congrat
ulations which your friends showeret
upon you in your younger days Of tri
umphs. But you have also had you
defeats and heartaches and disappoint
ments. You have also had your day
when you lay upon bed of sick
ness. You have had days when you
life was hanging by slender thread
ready to be snapped by death at an.
moment. Your wife and mother nurs
ing you at the time did not think tina
you fully realized how sick you were
!. You did. You knew 1t by the anxiou
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