The Concordia sentinel. (Vidalia, Concordia Parish, La.) 1882-current, 1921-01-01

! Ny IlmeS are IN Thy hand.-PSaln 81 :1b
DAD and solemn are the last hours
of the dying year. Only few
months ago a New Year was
! given unto US, fresh and pure from
Gods great storehouse of time. 1t
has spent its life upon the earth, and
its footprints will never be effaced.
The departing year has brought TO us
Gods numberless blessings; it has
seen many noble deeds done, and it
has seen progress in many depart
ments Of life.
The passing of another year must
emphasize to every thoughtful person
the swift flight of time. Looking
backward over the past years of our
life they seem to shrink to the size
of beads strung around a child's neck.
Seeking an image of mans career, the
prophet sees his days swifter than a
weaver's shuttle; his years swifter
than an arrow, cUrving as 1t rises TO
it's fall. What is mans life? he asks.
1t is a cloud dissolving in the sun
shine. 1t is a summer brook swollen
by sudden rains, but soon running out
and leaving the stones bare again.
1t is a tale that is soon told.
These last days of the old year urge
us to husband we'll the time that is
still given u.s. To a shrub a year
means only leaf; to the vine. a clus-
ter; to the tree, a new ring of wood.
But to man a year means large
portion of his life which has been
used or wasted. Youth often unthink.
ingly throws all responsibilities on the
years to come. To him everything
seems possible in the future. Then he
thinks to have time for education.
Then he will practice economy and
thrift. let the present be prodigal as
IT may. The morrow will suffice for
the forming Of habits and the building
Of character. So dazzled by the fu-
ture the youth allows the years to
slip through his hands, and the result
is man who is an intellectual infant
and a moral feebling. AS you pause
now and think over the past, you
must realize that the morrow holds
no harvests which the labOrers called
yesterdays did not SOW and cultivate
There was an ancient custom of put
ting an hourglass into the coffin of
the dead to signify that their time
had run 0ut-a useless notification to
them. Better put the hOurglass into
the hand of every living man to show
him how swiftly the sands of life do
flow. But, after all. time is of value
only as we make the best use of it.
We live in deeds: not years; in thoughts,
not breaths;
In feelings. not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart-throbs,
He most lives
Who thinks most. feels the noblest, acts
the best.
The old year may hold our many
failures. many disapp0intments, many
bitter regrets. The New Year holds
out to us hope and promise. for my |
times are in Thy hand. o Lord 1t |
should comfort US when we think of |
the brevity Of our years. to realize
by contrast the length of Gods years |
We have but a short time to work, |
and 1t is well TO remember that in |
order that we may be dilligent. But /
God has whole eternity in which
to work, and 1t is well to remember
that also, so that we may cease from
fretfulness and impotence at the slow
progress Of His kingdom among us.
Jesus Christ has not ceased from His
Of the world. nor has God
,een defeated In His plans for hu-
nanity, for the times of men and
rtions are In His hand.