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 through the winter of his experience
 here on earth; the Father was witt
 Him and He was with the Father. Ii
 was not desolate it was not barren; il
 was not disconsolate; even the winter
 of his soul was high summer within be.
 cause He hac the warmth and blessing
 of his Fathers love and care. The
 Comforter, which He at another time
 told his disciples would be sent unto
 them, had already come unto Him.
 How ever much men might fail anc
 leave him, and the world grow cold,
 there was no failing in the eternal
 goodness, and no failing at all in the
 warmth of the Fathers love. That
 was his consolation; that was his strength; that was his shelter, closer and better than any Solomon's porch that looked out towards the sun could be against the northwest wind that blew from the snows of Lebanon {; this shelter of heavenly love against the sneers and buffets of outrageous for tune was retreat more secure than all that. So Jesus when it was winter walked not only by his bodily presence, but also in his spirit, in his Fathers house and found there paace and bles- sing. a@.> :.
 And now friends it is winter with us outside; the world is in the grasp of the frost and the cold and the snow. Life is at it's lowest ebb in field and forest and stream. Let us stop to thank God for our shelter; let us re- member the Providence which has giv- en unto man the stored up tropic sum- mers of ages long ago, and we bring those ancient summers load by load into our houses, pile them in our eel lars, and are warmed by them so com forlably that one of our modern houses is marvel of warmth and sh elter; or we take the stored up summers of the past few years out of some sturdy oak or hickory and we heap that past summer up in the big box stove and day and night we are comfortable, so comfortable; it is all the blessed gift of God. Why it is real luxury some times when the biting wind whistles around the corner of the house, means through the bare limbs of the trees to listen to it outside and hug oneself in the comfort of the warm room, and the unpoetic but exceedingly cozy register or radiator or stove of sheet iron. Have not you felt that way of- ten winter days and especially winter nights? God is good who has given to men the genius thus to face and over- come the rigors and discomforts and exposures of the winter. No doubt Je- sus was thankful for the shelter the sun warmed porch. He was one who would recognize and be grateful for every little thing such as that which came from his Fathers hands, just as He evidently noticed and was thankful for the gay lilies and the green grass and the fruitful trees. And .so we will in this passing thought remember to be thankful that we live through our win ters so warmed and comforted. In old Lyman Beecher's autobi graphy as he tells us of his ministry up here in Litchfeld, he spends several pages chanting the praises of a famous great Russian stove which he found some where and put in his parsonage. 1 can not find anybody who can remember such stove of the olden time. l can not imagine just what a Russian stove in New England could be like. He says that it heated six rooms delightfully."-, three downstairs and three upstairs. If any of you out the past can tell me what one of these Russian stoves was like it will satisfy my curiosity. Ev- idently he did not feel that such con- fort or luxury was out of place to men, tion in the history of his life and work, and so perhaps we can mention the big wood stoves that so warmed our fathers from the corners of this church and the good furnace which we have edded to them and feel that they too have done their part in serving the Kingdom of God. And we will remember to thank the Lord for them and all like them which keep us through our winter.
 But beside all that it will be winter