Los Angeles herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1900-1911, 1908-09-13

Then think of God as such a being as your
mother One who has given you all you have
and who stands ready to give you infinitely more
than you are capable of receiving. Think of Him
as one whose heart is touched with grief every
time you suffer; one who yearns to fold you in
his tender arms and carry you away from all the
sickness and sin of this world"
"And where will He take me?" the boy asked
an eager light glowing in his dark eyes.
Not to some corner off in the air where you
will wear crown and play on harp" the girl
replied emphatically. 1--WE call the final abode
of the soul heaven; but it is not city with walls
and closed gates. Heaven and hell exist within the
soul itself Bertram, did you ever look up at
the hosts of stars at night?"
Eyes, and l used to wonder where it all ended"
ut doesn't end Beyond what you can see there
are millions of suns and worlds far more beautiful
than ours and when you have lost every trace
of sin and impurty that have clung to you in this
life, that lim1tless eXpanse the universe, will be
your home for ever and ever There you VIII
never be sick nor tired. There will be something
to learn and something to enjoy continually, for
the resources of heaven be exhausted
Best of all, you will God"
And will fly into that vast universe as soon
as die?" the boy asked with little SILVER
NO. not at first Do you think, Bertram that
you are good enough to live with beings that never
did an unjust act, even had an unholy thought?"
mo! No! I killed my father" and his face
grew very white
God regards the motive, not the deed" Thre
nodora said hastily. you killed YOUR father for
your mothers sake; but if you had killed him DELHI
erately God could forgive that 1t seems to
me that sin was permitted to come into the world
not because God was not powerful enough to over
come sin, but because we would never have known
what a loving, tender Father we have had there
been no sin We can adore God and stand in awe
OF His power and His majesty when we contem-
plate the universe that He has created. But we
never feel our hearts overlooking with gratitute
and love for Him until come as little children
VINO nave been disObedient and find that He is
"allng not with rod to punish us, but with
tender smile of forgiveness If there were no sin
IN the world, God would have no opportunity of
showing this most beautiful side of His nature
fou never knew how your mother loved you: YOU
never realized that she was willing all the while
10 give her very life for you, until this trouble
came upon you. And so it is with God But Won
VIII not go directly to His presence-that is Won
Will not come into complete consciousness of His
presence When you slip out of this body that is
subject to pain and disease, your spirit will find
ltseit clotned with another body tangible and
real as this is, and you will go not very far
away to place just suited to your needs
There your soul will be developed and purified
and when you through with that life YOU will
go higher where you will grow more and more
beautiful until you fit to dwell with God Him
self"
But, Miss Reynolds" the boy interrupted my
father was a very wicked man. The world thought
him eminently respectable; but mamma and I
know better. What will God do with him?" The
last was uttered in a scared whisper.
'Bertram, God is more powerful than all the
hosts of evil. God never created soul He could
not save. 1t may require long time and the
keenest agony to break your fathers rebellious
spirit; but when he does finally to the Father
humble and penitent his will be joy that sin
less angels never know. That is the CONDENSATION
to those who have suffered most. But how much
better it is for to choose purity and goodness
here, for out there it is if all covering had been
removed from sensbities The keenest agony
of mind we ever suffered here will be bliss com
pared to the torture will be capable of suf-
ferlng there. 1t is a terrible price to pay for a
little sinful pleasure; but man is given his choice
q mot In hic fa hor