Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1914-11-27
ANGEL IN The Sun
What an Exile Saw one Time What
We Need to See and Can See-The
Season Is Right for Such Sight
A Thanksgiving Message. &
By Rev. w. T. Williams.


ourselves to become incurably stupid
and totally blind. There is no light
in us. The darkness of our hearts is
black and solid. This is Thanksgiving
Day, and its message is to all men, in
all conditions, look up in the direc-
tion of the sun. The vision is grand
and indescribable, with every possibili-
ty of healing. Clean on CLEAN of
splendor until we shall break into a
shoreless ocean Of glory. We should
bid our despondencies to depart, our
despairs to vanish. We ought to COM
mand our defeats to fly into some se-
questered nook, our dejections to sink
into oblivion. For day, at least, we
are going to gaze at the sun.
There are men, and women too, who
live so completely in the dark that
they dread the very atmosphere of
the day. They have a genius for
painting everything with the colors
Of midnight and eclipse, and when one
counsels them to turn their eyes up
ward, they are verify shocked. They
are astonished at our foolishness,
clinging tenaciously to their own.
They have practiced so long to look
downwards that they fail to see any
reason in trying to do anything else.
To them, all is out of joint, and the
beast and the false prophet are reign
ing supreme on their twin thrones.
Brooding over the brutal and omin-
Gus, unsavory and sordid, has become
their occupation. This is their call
ing, and the ambient air is loaded
with poison and gloom. They darken
the heavens with the obnoxious and
vile, endangering everybody around
them. They complain and shrek and
howl so constantly over misfortunes
and pains that we are liable in their
sound and fury to turn a deaf ear to
the music of the shining sun. They
have lost their way by misunderstand-
ing the design of God, and their life
has been chilled and darkened to the
soul. They have lost sight of the up
lifting and far-reaching and patient
service Of the folk that have been
made more than conquerors through
the grace Of the Most High. The
quiet and peaceful and victorious fol-
lowers of the meek and lowly Nazar-
enc they do not see, and they grumble
and croak without hope in the world.
But this is Thanksgiving Day, and we
are not going to listen to the croak-
ers.
Moreover, there are men, and wo-
men too, who are so satisfied with
their present state and surroundings
that they tremble with fear every
time they see or hear the word re-
form. They dread the future so much
that they are afraid to run the slight
est risk with it. Their forebodings
are real and deep, and, unless all signs
fail, they had rather kill the prophets
and sing their praises by building ex-
pensive tombs In their honor than
listen to their message. They have
spoiled their eyesight by living in a
cheerless and somber world Of their
own creation. Their point Of view is
too narrow, too narrow to be of any
service to the children of men. They
are hemned in by walls, high and
thick, of their own irnaginations; and
SO self-centered they have become
that they mistrust everybody and
everything, even the light Of the sun.
They have no confidence in the COM
ing Of the kingdom, even the king
dom Of God. They have reduced the
promises of our Father to fables, and
when some of them are conveyed to
us in language that is beautiful and
excellent lin language that is able
to stand erect and walk they are
poetic expressions. They are not to
be accepted as trustworthy. But
this is Thanksgiving Day, and we
have no desire to listen to the howl
ing, frightened band. We win insist
commanding and large, something
u fxsI 1,s~
mensely sublime and stately! We do
not care for their company today. At
this hour we fail to see how we can
afford to listen to their skepticism.
This season is too important to US to
think Of tarrying in the sound OF
their pessimistic sneers for moment
We will brush them aside as those
who darken and obstruct our paths
We want to see the sun. A famous
Grecian philosopher said one time to
Z the dashing Alexander the Great
"Stand out Of my lightl" and in, the
name of all that is encouraging and
elevating, let us cry to the whole tribe
of growlers; Stand out of our light
There is a Heavenly visitor in the
sun, and we seek fair chance to see
him and hear his message.
Every person is entirely too liable
to take the things that pertain tc
himself too seriously, and this can moi
be done without results which are moi
promising. Every one Of us have
several little worlds. We have oul
homes, our churches, our social sets
our select authors, our favorite news
papers, our preferred magazines. But
= my friend, your home is only one il
the midst Of myriad. Your church
Is but spark flashed from the anvil
of the Ages of the Ages. Your socia
set is scarcely known In the neighbor
ing township. Your select authors ar
less in number than your fingers
Your favorite newspapers and pre-
ferred magazines can be easily count
ed by the dullest member of kinder
garten. Come out of your cavern
Look at the sun. The angel is ther,
waiting serenely to meet your gaze
And if your social set, or your selec
authors, or your favorite newspapers
or your preferred magazines hav
made by their skepticism, blindnes
and stupidity the grand and gloriou
world of the Great God drab for you
bear in mind that their days are a
a watch in the night. Tomorrow the
shall be carried away as with fooG
and they shall not be aroused agai
out of their sleep to molest you. 1
the light of the sun they wither. an
their place is known no more. Thei
pretentious information and pompou
guidance have been weighed in tn
Just balances of the Eternal. Thei
vain display has been swept by tn
torrent from the bosom of which moth
ing escapes. We must have some
thing more lasting, something NOR
permanent than that which they hav
to offer. This is Thanksgiving Da.
day on which we are to clear ou
eyes of all shadows, of all nature
and look at the sun which knows n
shadow Of turning; which knows n
yesterday, no today, no tomorrow
forever the same. Therefore, we II
.vite you who sit in darkness to com
of your cave, into the hnundless out-o1
doors of our God, and enjoy the mai
velous light and warmth Of the SUI
Fasten your eyes on something ths
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