Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1905-02-06

I'm heaven forgIves us our tresnassas
Oh. yes. injustices have their sniritnal
mission. They have taught lis that tn,
true gospel does not consist simnIv ~
showing how we should reach ont our
hands to our friends, but also how we
should reach out loving hands TO opr
enemies. In triumphing over tho
wrongs by which we are surrounded
God is teaching us how, for his sake we
can triumph over our own evil selves
Death Might BE Abolished.
Easy would it be for God to mako
death an impossibility. When Christ
stood by the bier of THE only son of
his mother, and she a widow" he was
able to make silent corpse omen IFS
eyes and sit up. He said, Young man
| say unto thee, arise When Christ
went to the tomb of dead Lazarus he
said to Mary and Martha: THY broth
err is not dead. He is only asIeep .
Christ looked upon death then in the
same way you and l would stand over
the crib in which slumberS one of orr
little children. We know that we can
bend over the crib and kiss orr little
one and say: Wake, baby. Papa is
here" Then the baby will awake and
come to our arms. Christ only had to
speak. and Lazarus came forth. The
day is coming when Christ will speak
and all the family tombs and the
Gods half acres" and the lonely
graves on western prairies and the
wrecked and sunken hulks of the At
lantic and the Pacific oceans lying at
the foot of coral reefs will give up their
dead But until that day death must
reign, and only through death can we
enter into life and into that land where
there is no more death.
Has death no purpose in the divine
economy? Have all the agonies and
sorrows and bereavements no wise de-
sign? Ask that father who when he
parted with his beloved child learned
to love and trust God and lived a hal
lowed life ever after in the hope of
once more clasping her in his arms.
Ask that husband whose wife passed
from his ken and whose days of lone
whose love brightens every sorrow. 1t
is at a fearful cost that some men
learn the lesson of faith, but once
learned they bless even the loss that
taught them.
Our earthly loss may mean our heav-
emily gain. The agonies of death may
yet be swallowed up in victories that
shall never die. There is a beautiful
legend told that in the far east a king
was to make long journey. He there
fore sent ahead of him his representa-
tive to build for him palace in which
He provided this forerunner literally
with money and supplies. When the
representative of the king arrived in
this faroff land he found there raging
a great famine and plague. Thousands
upon thousands of the people there
were dying from hunger and the dis
eases resultant from starvation. So
this representative of the king changed
his gold into bread. He sold all the
royal jewels and bought still more
bread Then he bartered away the
kings raiment and his horses and char
lots, and with the money he bought still
more bread until all the people were
fed and the famine was stopped. AT
| first when the king heard what had
been done he was very wroth. But
when he found out how many lives had
been saved with his money he honored
| his forerunner by making him prime
| minister.
| An Old Legend.
| A short time after this the king died
| When he came to the gate of heaven,
| at first he was refused admittance, for
| he seemed to have no heavenly pass
port. Then the great King Of kings
| came forth and said: Let him in. Let
| him in. He has one Of the finest man
| sions in heaven reserved for him
| Then the King of kings took the
trembling, frightened immortal along
| one of the chief boulevards of heaven
and pointed to a mansion near the
great white throne and said: There
| is your palace You have built it. .
when and where did 1 build yondeI
palace?" asked the earthly king. Then
the King Of kings answered: when
your forerunner with your consent
wiped away the tears of those starving
people in that farof land l caught
those tears and changed them
into jewels. Here they are glittering
In your crown, which you will find IN
yonder palace. When he erected tomb
stones over the pauper graves of the
dead l took those stones and lifted
them into the stones Of yonder walls
When he stilled the cries of the hun
cry begging for bread l transformed
those sobs into the songs of your ever
last triumph. Here is your palace
here your jeweled crown"
In this strange legend l find a mes
sage of consolation. Our gifts, our sor
rows, our sacrifices, all the pain anG
sadness and WEAKNESS we bear. are moi
lost They are intrusted to Christ
who uses them all in his ministry OF
love. The Divine Father accepts the
offering and transforms it into treas
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