The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1903-05-09

WH3rs%& was no more spir-
ET{axsrr -" It in her. She
was utterly
xpeechicss before lie matchless WIS
dom, the lavish riches, the courtiy
ceremonies. II is with some such
feeling as this that the soul views
the sublime heights scaled by faul
In the words Of our text and behoids
the Heavenly visions which he I'M
rolls The poverty-stricken soul as
it comes into the treasure-house OF
Gods love and beholds the unfathom-
able riches which are in Christ Jesus,
feels its own spirit and self-confi-
dcnce and self-esteem evaporating,
and stands in mute wonder. There
are such heights and depths and
lengths and breadths to the thoughts
expressed in our text, that we bow in
reverent silence and feel the poverty
OF words as we attempt to frame SEN
fences to tell all IL means. Gods I'M
measured and unreasonable love and
mercy and grace flash forth and pen
citrate with their beams of light to
the depths of the horrible black pit
of death where the soul of man is
found. The power of God is felt as it
reaches down, down, down, until the
soul responds to the quickcning
touch and Is lifted up, up, up, and is
seated in glory beside Jesus Christ in
the Heavenly places. And this is not
all! Through the ages to come the
p marvellous thing which the love,
mercy and grace of God have accom-
piished is to be witness for Him.
Read the text over again. Let its
fullness and meaning flood your
soul. What vision! The rich God,
the powerful God, standing in His ex-
allied place of holiness and righteous
ness, looking down upon the sin
cursed earth and discovering n dead
soul. He lifts Il tenderly, plants it
in His mercy, waters it with His
grace, warns It with His love until II
feels His quickening power. Then
He raises it up and bears II aloft
that II may adorn the courts of the
Heavenly city, there to reveal perpet-
uaily the Exceeding riches of His
grace. in His kindness towards u.s."
T He springtime Is the season
when the quickening power Of
Nature is felt. The dead brown
grass, the bare trees and bushes, the
sleeping seeds, the hard black bulbs,
all feel the throb of new life. The
grass clothes herself in fresh green,
the trees push out their bud and leaf,
the seeds and bulbs reach up for the
sunlight and the rain and unfold
their leaf and flower. The death and
barrenness of winter give place to
the life and beauty of spring. Ma
ture comes with thrilling touch and
'Huickens grass and tree, seed and
bulb. into new life and new beauty.
The springtime Of the soul is suggest
ed by our text. There lies the deau
soul in the winter of its sin. It is
barren and alone. 1t is as insensible
TO the sunlight of Gods love, the
sweetness of His mercy and the riches
of His grace as is the tree or seed
in the wintertime insensible to the
bright rays of the sun, or the friend
illness Of the melting SHOWS. A dead
soul within itself, but deafness
which the touch of God can change
into the beauty and fragrance of
life eternal.
There is glad note in the
air when springtime comes. The
notes of the birds have new thrill
OF exultation, as they busy them
selves with nest making preparatory
60 the rearing of their birdlings.
The gentle rain fills the ali with its
sweet music as it's shining drops
dance and skip down the yielding
breezes. The sun as IL bursts through
the scurrying clouds floods the
earth with glory; kisses Natures
tears away and wooes by the warmth
OF his kindly rays the earth back to
life and beauty. We watch the swell
ing buds on the trees, and hear the
faint rustic of their unfolding. We
greet the tender green stalk of the
flower as IL pushes bravely and eager
fy towards the sunlight and the blue
sky. And how. we rejoice when thus
the bleakness of winter gives place
TO the unfolding of the new life and
hope Of springtime. And IL is n glad
time, a blessed time, when the spring.
aime breaks in upon the soul, shatter-
ing the letters of its winter of sin,
and awakening It to new life, new
beauty, new possibilities, and new
and enduring hope.
THE angels Of Heaven watching for
the coming of spring in the human
heart rejoice with joy unspeakable as
they behold the life and power of God
the soul into new expert
ences and new hopes. The earth, with
its myriads Of human souls, is Gods
garden plot. 1t is barren and dead in
spots. but, oh, how He longs to sec
she dead places quickened into life and J