Mexico weekly ledger., 1918-03-14
Our RnBary uf prurs
On sulta sullinm

Our lives have beautifully hkcucd
20 a rosary. which. slipping through
the fingers Of time. record BY turn,
joy. sorrow and glory. Our youth
is eare-frce with never a cloud 10 mar
the spring-time Of on lives. Its
days are all golden and we rival tn
birds xith life's happy song. And
these are the days when loyalty TO the
Master is easy and svect-Whcn for
our avn comfort and pleasure We love
10 stand in the cleaning at the foot
Of Mt. Thabor and look up into th2t
loved face shining like the sun.
But as we advance along our rosary
Of years, the sunbeams are gathered
ua from earth, shadows fall and
many are the mysteries Of life.
There is struggle, trial, care and our
hearts would sink into the depths OF
despair did not the future hold out
promises Of reward for duty well
done.
In this constant interchange OF
light and shape, no ono is an cxcep-
ton. For, in every life there are days
when smiles are replaced by tears
when signs and not songs flow from
our lips. 1t would seem that now as
at no other time in the history of our
lives, the current of sadness is stron-
ger, swifter, nearer home than it ever
was before. II matters not with
whom we are, or where we pitch our
tent, we cannot get away from its en-
quilting gloom. And, great as the
worlds grief is today, we are only be-
ginning to taste of the chalice OF al
Fiction. For us, too, Mt. Thabor has
faded away.
Calvary has appeared, and there a
cross is hung. So it is in millions OF
homes throughout the land today;
sorrow has entered, hearts are broken,
or probably worse still-frozen to de-
spair or rebellion.
1t may be God asks the young moth
- err whose hand rocks the cradle, tor
"the nurseries Of heaven" the little
one there. 1t may be the fair soul oil
an innocent maiden that He bids rise
and take its flight. But more Otter
today He bends over toll worn parent
and asks for the gift of their wei
loved son. And in every sorrowlnI
parents heart, there is cherished hop
and consolation in the thought of tn
widow Man, that, at the prayers an
pleadings of countless millions q
grief-stricken mothers their sons WI
be given back to them. SO, with tn
hearts best pearls glistening on the
eyelids, they bless them going to ba
tie for a righteous cause. But ala
the anxiety and lonesomness as the
sit by the quiet fireside realizing II
separation may be forever, and u
next meeting be on the other shor
Oh, these are the events in u llv
we are not able to understand; t
C C happenings we are tempted to questl
rulings of Divine Providence, the W
dom of which, in our blindness
shall not see. In those days Of dan
ness and distrust, in those hours
main and sorrow, when the a
BILL the cross lengthens athwarts G
lives, we turn with quivering hea'
sallOt and lips from them who tell us II
n God is our friend, that He is like a
other friend, has little sacrifices
ask of us all, great sacrifices wi
Il love is very strong. And yet, $
anted rowing parents, lonely wives {
airing weeping sisters it really must be t
H.. that the cross is His greatest gift
love, since it was given so fully to
Divine Son and the sons bles
vilege .,othon
mOJ0cG.
Sc by How Iiko tho road TO cavalry it
Flood, .oon,s and II anncors the Good Sb
FOR herd would lead us there. Though
path be steep and narrow and
"here steps falter on the rough and b
st pa ,,n a is ,bcr wc must prove
c thaV faith and love. We must not
ID by = cot,,u Co.. yc can never know
sif""- f~ullness of love and peace until SO
Is anu where along our rosary of years
'Sio'"i have learned to kiss the cross.
Oh, let us be little children ag
re al Let us realize that our heav
Father is to us now what our ear
we .ne parents were in happy childhood
| o'nei little children, let us go to Him
> lhui saw 'The twilight Of oncoming d
oraSNa' luton, of gathering shadows is
as III ready upon us and that we are al
Oh Her- in the dark" Then, too, in all
simplicity and trust Of childhood
must not ask for slight, but
ave III whisper "Stay with us Lord j
I many speak to ur frightened hearts, Il
taVeS hear Your voice upon the raging
he Kai- go o,d s+ov oh stav. with
'sed by fa~int-hearted, timid children unit
mist is lifted and the morning
G with hoau. have chased the clouds
parties our rfo,s dark nigbt,n
n~ination
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