Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-06-02
JUST A TALK AT TWILIGHT.

JO01 n GAA0 "a I " 48&S11s
\ letter from Florida, and a clipping
from the Ocala Star, tells me that a
popular and talented writer of Our
Household has passed from this earthly
home to the one not made with hands
Mrs. ]. Z. Waenon passed away May
16, after months Of suffering which she
endured with courage and patience. She
was a native of AIilltown. Ala, but her
earnest Christian work, her zeal and en-
thusiasm in Sunday school work, and in
her Mystic Circle gave her friends and
acquaiatances in many states.
Just Q short time ago, less than
month, something prompted me to write
her note, but | was so busy that i
put it off, When evening came l again
felt impelled to write, but there were in
terruptions and the letter failed to get
written. She loved our page and the
note would nave been a break in the
rlontony of a sick room.
Many times l have obeyed such i'm
pulses and have never had occasion to
regret the fact.
There is danger in some sorts of
impulsiveness, one can soon be
nuisance and called officious if the idea
of helpfulness gets mixed with conceit
and our way of doing things seems bet
ter TO us than anothers methodS-true
the way we do them is easiest and best
| for US, but if the same result is oh
tanned by another method, don't med
die. cont let that sort of impulsiveness
get control of you.
| But if Your mind dwells on an absent
friend or loved one, that mystic infiu-
ence we call telepathy, for want of a
better word. may be signaling to you to
send a word of greeting. Our heavenly
! Father our omniscient Creator. kindly
| implanted in the hearts of the most of
US a feeling of sympathy, and not a
day goes by that some passing &C
Guaintance, some friend or some
stranger does not need word, a smile
or more substantial help. And if We
act on our good impulses, of course,
mixing in common sense as a sort of
| preservative, only the record that is
kept above will tell the good one man
| OF woman can do.
The craving for sympathy is the COM
mon lot of all; it takes in some people
| the form of boastfulness; the boaster
I wants us to appreciate his efforts, to
sympathize with his work and labors.
Again it is in the form of whining, the
hard struggle or mental laZiness, the
physical handicap or the miserable COM
bination we call Just triflingness,' has
made failures and needs sympathy this
| time nlAeu Will SOIne ICdAAS Vi oSAAAo
words to act as a mental tonic.
Horatio Stebbins wrote a little prayer
that goes we'll with impulsiveness.
20, Holy Father. inspire our hearts
now by thy spirit to think and feel the
things that we do most truly believe;
| and give depth and power to the stream
of experience that wisdom and goodness
and truth and moral beauty may be a
kind of common sense, to our minds
| and to our souls
! All over the world there is sorrow
, and heartache and tears. and for every
one there should be a human incarna-
| tion of the Comforter our Savior's re-
turn to His heavenly home made posi-
bic. 1t odes not always take death and
suffering to put an aching heart in ones
bosom. Loneliness, a stranger in a
community. misunderstood member Of
a family sends out the wireless call s.
o. S. oftener than the bereaved, for
where one lies with folded hands and
marble brow there are thousands going
up an ddown the earth hungering and
thirsting for the leaven of sympathy OF
good fellowship. Heed the call. Drop
your work and make the call or as you
pass the depressed one smile, and If
a hand is needed to help lift the burden
lend handle.
1t is hard to give up our loved ones,
hard to stand by the still form and see
the closed eyes that ever smiled a well
come; to know that the ears that were
always quick to detect the note of pain
or disappointment as we'll as the thrill
of JOY or pride, are forever dulled to
earth's harmony or discord. But it is
not a sorrow that corrodes. 1t should
purify and uplift, for beyond this
earthly tabernacle in the Land of Prom
Use there is a new light in those eyes,
and the ears will hear nothing but sweet
sounds. Hands that have been wrung in
anguish now wave a welcome to friends
that went before.
1t behooves us to plan our lives as
near the divine pattern as we can and
day by day to strive harder to shape Our
chara cters as our Savior would have us
for we know not the hour of our de-