The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-06-13

&c OF TRIUMPH
chen at the Epdscopal Council
mont They knew the steel blade
and that no verbal tugg1eries coulo
.conjnre the sharpness from the
sword nor take the heat from the
lame. II was all as real as life, ana
as cruel as death And yet tney o.o
not look upon themselves as OBJECTS
of pity or commiSerarton-
these things they were more ta-o
.conquerors through Him that loVea
them. This was the way they took
ttribulatious. distress, famine. perse-
cution, peril, sword reckon 1ndt
the sunerings OF the present time are
not worthy. TO be compared with tnS
glory which shall be revealed 70 as
The love OF God Would not let tnei1
sufEerfngs go to waste; would not lsI
their tears be shed In vain The iose
OF God would use the sorrows %
love OF God would turn hardsnlps
into character affection into glory-
That is the way they looked. UPON
their whole experience and thus they
reached the great truth that the
highest love is that which makes the
objects strongest, worth1est IL
Cod is love because He turns tne
whole of life-its griefs and obstacieS
and woes. as we'll as all its other ele-
men1s. into an education for service
here for immortality hereafter
The story IN the SKY Pilot" about
the young girl among the tooth1lls,
thrown from the pony, her spine IL
iured for life. Illustrates the thougae
OF the New Testament why did he
let me fall?'' I don't know. Gwen,
dear" said the pilot He knows
and does He know that sna1
never ride again. Does He know
how long the days are. and the
nights when can't sleep? Does he
know ~ YES" said the pilot. aLS
the tears were in his eyes Then,
what do you think OF Him. Just pc
cause He is so big and strong, treat
ing a little girl that way? / nate
Him Gwen. did it hurt TO put on
the plaster jacket" 1t was worse
than anything-awful. They had 20
straighten me out. You know" ana
she shuddered at the memory Of that
pain. What pity your father or
the Duke was not here WY,
they were both here What a cruel
shame" burst out the pilot. 'Don-S
they care for you anymore Oh
course they do said Gwen ind1g-
nantly.''. why did not they stop the
doctors from hurting you so cruei-
ly?" why, It's going to help me
sit up and perhaps walk about a
little. they want my back to get
Straight and strong Then they
didn: t do it just for fun or for moth,
ins21' said the pilot Gwenn gazeo
at him in amazed and speeches.
wrath, and he went on--1 mean they
love you. though they let you get
hurt, OF rather they let the doctors
hurt you because they loved you ana
wanted to make you better
The light began to dawn. do you
mean. she began slowly, that
though God let me fall. He loves me-
I wonder If that can be true? Ana
then one day the pilot head the story
OF Gethseane and the prayers, rain
er let this cup pass from me, never
theless not as wilt. but as thoo
wilt" and he read further OF the RAD
BILE, the scourging. the cross. NOW
the pilot said: You see. Gwen, Goo
gave nothing but the best to own sol,
only the best" The best2 They
took Him away. didn't theyz
Yes" but listen We see Jesus
for the suffering Of death crowned
with glory and honor. That is how
He got HIS Kingdom. Another day
the pilot read the parable Of theI
canyon. The master Of the prairie
seeing only crocuses and roses ana
buffalo beans. and yellow crowfeet
and wild sunhowers and red lilies al
summer long, missed the flowers he
loved best, and He said to the prar1e,
81 love the c1ematiS and the column
bine the sweet violets and wild flow
ers and all the ferns and Towering
shrubs The prairie cried: % Mas
ter. cannot keep those flowers. they
wither up and fly away Then the
Master fthe Prairie spoke to thel
lightning, and with one ~ft blow
the lightning cleft the prairie to the
heart and the prairie rocked and
groaned in agony and for many
day mourned bitterly over its black,
jagged, sap1ng wound But the Tx
tie creek poured its waters through
the cleft, and carried down deep
black mould. and once more the birds
carried seeds and strewed them IN
the canyon. And after long time
the rough rocks were covered with
soft moses and trailing vines, and
all the hooks were hung with 1c.ae-
mats and columb1ne and great elms
lifted their tops high into the sun
light. and down about their feet
clustered the low cedars and BAL
q DEDOp IT'D.