The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1905-01-10

fault with everything, yet they stay on.
They are respectable thieves of your
time, who cannot be landed in Jail, but
they are bigger nuisance to you than
If they stole the meat out Of your ice
chest or the bread and cake from your
cupboards. All, these destroyers OF
time! How many precious moments,
which in the aggregate have amounted
to precious days Of work, have been
lost for US in the journey Of life, with
its vital opportunities, through their
unwelcome visits! Well wrote Oliver
Wendell Holmes in reference to such
as these:
Shun such as lounge through afternoons
and ewes
And on thy dial write. Beware OF
thieves
Felon Of minutes. never taught to feel
The worth of treasures which thy fingers
steal:
Pick my left pocket of its silver dime
But spare the right-it holds my golden
time
God says: Work, work, work! Work
for the night cometh when no man can
work" That means we must fight
against those who would waste our
precious moments as well as against
our own slothful natures, and of all
warnings for busy men think this one
Of the most important. Where there is
one busy man who would voluntarily
waste his time there are ten lazy fell
lows who are ready to waste it for him.
Look out that these despised "nomads"
may not ruin any more of your days of
usefulness.
In heather mythology there lived a
god by the name Of Baldur. His moth
er, Frigga, wanted to make him immor.
tai. She demanded from the stones, the
trees, from fire and water and all met
ais and reptiles and birds and poisons,
an oath that they never would kill him.
These all gave willing oath. Then the
gods, believing that Baldur was immor-
tai. began to strike him with swords,
spears, battleaxes and darts, but they
harmed him not. At last one of the
gods picked up piece of mistletoe.
He threw it at Baldur. The little twig
pierced the skin and the heart, and Bal
dur dropped corpse. Many of these
visits Of the "destroyers Of time" may
seem to be harmless. But are they?
Like the despised mistletoe of heather
mythology, they may be fatal for whole
days, whole months and years, that
should have been used In service Of the
Master. ~,
Time Belongs to God.
Would God we might one. and all
fight relentlessly against these ode
stroyers of time" You cannot afford to
give away what is not your own. Your
time belongs not to you, but to another
Go with me to q concert this after
moor" said one salesman to another
who was employed in large ware
house. II cannot go this afternoon"
was the answer. "My time Is not my
OWN; It belongs to another" ITO
whomY ITO my employer" The fol,
owing Sabbath afternoon the same
salesman said to the same clerk, "Come
Ind go riding with me this afternoon"
7 cannot" said the other. my time is
1ot my own; It belongs to another"
To Whom?" TO God, who said, Re
member the Sabbath day to keep 1t
loly.'" Will you and waste our pre-
:ious moments hereafter? Shall we not
llways feel that in reality time does
lot belong to us? It belongs, In the
higher, nobler and purer sense, to them
whom we are sent to serve and to the
treat God, who will demand at the |
Judgment an accounting for every mo- |
nent we fritter away.
This thought flashed upon me as |
'at upon the deck Of the steamship
Alameda, trying to figure out how ] /
ost that day. II instead Of following |
he setting sun had been going to- |
ward the east would not have lost
lay, but gained an extra day; IL In
tead Of going from New York to San |
francisco and New Zealand had been
raveling From London through the
suez canal to Australia, instead of
laying lost Thursday, I would have
lad two Thursdays In one week. It /
battered nothing on our voyage which |
curse we took, but In the voyage Of
lie 1t matters great deal. They who
AXE the star In the east" as their /
;uide In the journey Of life, who fol-
ow Christ who are led by him, have
% lost days In this life they have In
mite delights and ii the end eternal
lie.
In which direction are you sailing!
IRE you going away from the haven OF
eace? Are you and travelling away
rom God7 Are we following the '.set-
Ing SUM-" where we have our lost
ays,s or are we leading toward the
star Of the east. where we shall
ave our found days?' Are we sail
70 from God at point where we shall
rash upon the rocks Of sin, or are we /
ailing toward the harbor Of peace,
vhere we shall meet all our dear ones
vifh Christi
But perhaps, after all, the caption OF
~ sermon IL misleading one. There
] truly no 'lost day" in q mans life.
VERY day is yet to be found day"
III days will be found days" at the
Judgment seat OF Christ, where they
hall testify for our eternal salvation
r our eternal condemnation. May all
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