Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1905-04-29

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ruins his life for good because he ls
not willing to be simple wild flower
In Gods service.
Never Despise Humble Position.
Never despise your humble position
In lifey because you are like the SIM
pie wild flowers. When the second
advent comes and Jesus, as the Divine
Bridegroom, goes down among the
Easter lilies or the wild flowers the
Lord will not say unto the multitude
of his children: "Did you occupy a
great position in life? Were you a
noted general, or king, or statesman?
Like Hannah More, did you WELD a
brilliant pen? Like Nine. de Recamier,
did you have a salon filled with the
leading thinkers of your landY He
will say, however: "Dld you nestle, as
a clover top, among the green grasses,
az commanded you? Did you tighten
the sickroom of some invalid when, at
my command, the messenger plucked
you? Did you breathe out your fra
GRANGE upon the coffin lid while the
minister uttered the committal, Ashes
to ashes, dust to dustY Did you make
the marriage altar sweeter and holer
when the young girl plucked you In the
fields and with your bright faces dec
Grated the village church on the we'd
ding day? Did you carry the message
Of love between the angry brothers and
sisters and friends who had quarreled?
| made you wild flowers. loved you
because you were wild flowers. AS
Easter lilies, did you love and honor
meT
Another Easter lesson. After we
have done our best, then, like the wild
flowers, let us trust God that he will
do what is best for us. After we have
| done our best we have no more right to
| worry about our future than the wild
flowers have to worry where they are
going to get a drink or from what
quarter their daily meals are to come
or where they are to find their sunshine
or their nights In which to sleep. l find
all the more justification In the use Of
this figure because at times it seems to
me that flowers, after all, are not mere
inanimate objects, but have a certain
intelligence of their own. They seem
to me at times to be almost human in
their desires
Suppose Flowers Could Speak.
Let us imagine for a moment that
the wild flowers can speak. What
would you think Of rose which two or
three times in a night should wake up,
open its petals and begin to cry, say
ing: "Oh, it Is so dark! l cannot see. l
wonder If l will ever have the sun
beams again kiss my cheek and make
me blush? Oh, no. That Is not the
roses way. The rose says to herself
when she hears the angelus tolling in
the village: "Now it is time for me to
say good night and go to sleep. l have
done useful days work. have made
honey for a dozen bees. l have made
the tired, sick mother, riding by In her
carriage clap her hands for JOY and
say, oh, what a beautiful rose! l
have been drawn In the picture Of a
Paul de Longpre. 1 have well earned
morn6s fSs fig fd VIII M MsenE nEf5e 5 g Re ns u sH the
shine in his own good time. / will now
say my prayers and go to sleep and
trust him."
What would you think IL all the wild
flowers on the Jerusalem hills on the
morning of the blackest of all Black
Fridays in the worlds history began
to weep and to cry and to beg. Sup
posing that we should hear them begin
to moan: What is the matter? What
Is the matter? Why Is that great
crowd surgin' forth from yonder gates
to crush us and trample our petals in
the dust? Why Is this darkness over
the whole earth? 1t is not yet night.
Is the end of the world at hand? o
God, why are those rocks swaying un-
derneath us as a cradle would rock
under q mothers touch? Why this aw-
full light in the garden on this early
Easter mOrnW II ever there was a
time when flowers could open their
lips and speak 1t must have been then
when their Maker suffered. But not
with such words would they have bro
ken their silence. l can imagine their
greeting as the Saviour stepped among
them that morning in the garden OF
Joseph Of Arimathea. Sweet and beau
tiful must they have looked to him,
and I can imagine his saying to them:
Swing your incense, wild flowers.
Swing it far and near. Hold high your
chalice filled with sweetest Of nectar
that every passing humming bird may
have his fill. And then don't worry,
but trust me. Just trust me-" And II
the wild flowers trust God for food and
drink and Sleep cannot we do the
same?
The Lesson of the Lilies.
Trust Christ, as do the wild flowers.
Oh, why cannot we do it? What a
blessed peace this trust would mean to
our tired hearts. The other day l was
riding out to a cemetery with a gentle
man who was one of the pallbearers Of
the funeral we were following. He
told me his age. In great amazement
said: "Why, you do not look nearly as
old as that. What is your panacea of
perpetual youthY "Well," he an
swered, 81 do not know Of any except
one. l trust God. Because fully trust
him 1 never worry. / always go to bed
early and get eight or nine full hours
sleep. Then when l get up in the morn
ing l say to myself, Now, with Gods
help, I will do the best, the very best,
1 can Then, If 1 have done my best
and things do not come out as l wish,
why, it is Gods lookout and not mine.
I know he loves me better than love
myself. Why should 1 grumble II ne
has a better plan for me than l have
thought outT All, my friends, after
Ill,