The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1912-08-02

nc text Is the WOTQS OF DdVlO WHel
the messenger was arriving at the oil
home with the sad news that Absalon
had been slain by Jacob. The mess
enger replied, "I wish all yoilr enemie.
were as the young man is this day.
King David was deeply moved ant
gave pathetic expression to the mos
eloquent grief of mortal man, "Oh my
son Absalom, my son, my son Alb
salon, would God had died for thee
Oh Absalom, my son, my son."
At Notus | found a man who wa.
converted by dying child a seven veal
old grille was her physician. The
dreaded moment came when he went
from her bedside to another room
where he motioned the parents to
follow. There he told them of the
childs immediate dissolution. The
pride of that home and the angelic
creature of the village was stepping
into the brink of the river Styx and
was leaning toward the shadows on
the bar. The parents wept bitterly as
they entered their palace of deepest
gloom. Sorrow was chased away by
agony. The brave physician stood
solemnly by but uttered not a word.
He had failed out in the battle for the
young life and now the grim monster
was having his way. When tears
could no longer come, the parents
went back to the death bed. The
little sufferer noticed they had been
weeping and said something must be
wrong, whereupon the mother told the
child everything. There was few
moments of solemn stiffness. Then,
said the dying child, Mamma you must
pray for me now, if l am dying. The
un-Christian mother had never pray
ed and could not begin now. The
little girl heard her mother decline to
pray for her and turned her petition
to her father. Father, said she,
know you will pray for your little girl
The father too declined on account of
his unbelief. Then turning her large
anxious eyes to the doctors face, the
angel Of another hour appealed to the
strong man to ask God to take away
q fear that hung over her soul, but
the physician had never prayed and
could not begin it in the presence of
death, and such death it was going to
be. The sturdy doctor rushed from
the room to a house near by and asked
a young woman, a school teacher, to
come over and pray for the struggling
child. The young woman fastened to
the room and was soon in tender and
earnest prayer. The non-C Christian
parents listened to the supplication-
not for the salvation of the little girl,
for the child was thrice saved-but
that Jehovah would take away the fear
of death that he himself has implant-
ed in the bosom of every living thing.
The rustic of wings the solemnity of
the tenderest of all prayers-that for
the witness of the spirit with the
spirit of the very young-the labored
breathing of the dying angel and his
own utter helplessness and Goddess
soul condition in the presence of the
messenger of death, was too much for
the strong man, and he there and then
made the vow that is still holding him
to the Cross of Christ. Streamers of
white crepe hung from the front door
the next morning, but that child saw
nothing to scare her as she stepped
where the everlasting arms were un-
derneath. May it be with all my
readers in the hour of death as it was
with her
This brings US up to the vital ques-
ton, "Are, the children safer" A
young girl of eleven years joined the
church and could not be consoled away
from weeping and sobs. When every
effort had failed, she was left alone an
hour, when sweet peace came over
her heart and with smile of lovliness
such as we see nowhere else, she was
able to tell what made her cry. Just
to thing I have put this off so long,
was her only explanation.
Last winter I was holding a revival
series of meetings. Night after night
half a dozen girls around the age of
thirteen came, sang hymns, listened
to sermon and prayers and went home
undecided. The hideousness of sin
with all its incidentals, its fears and
resultant analysis, were held up to the
audiences for their consideration. TIL.
little girls tried to feel as had pictur-
ed the state of sinner in the presence
OF the truth of God, but they could
not. They had not sinned wickedly
and all the preaching since Adam can
not make one feel guilty who is not
guilty. Looking over the audience
at the close of the evening sermon, Il
felt disappointed. The palace of sin
was everywhere. Glory was fast be-
ing clouded. In distress of spirit, Il
learned the sweetest lesson of all.
The children present were being held
away from the Master by my superb
cial message. Dropping down to the
plane of child life and meeting their
spirits on their own level, preached
child gospel and without moments
hesitancy every girl came forward to
the alter, dropped upon their knees
IN prayer and within FIVE minutes God
had given them each new heart
! have found few men in NV time
who came into righteousness after
they had passed forty five, but every
one OF them could tell what had done
the work. Something had made them
tor the hour go back to the old home |
where mother and father and sisters
and brothers used to be and there re-
call the evening prayer, or it might
have been the recollection of some
with the old Suday .cLoo,i