The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1922-04-28

The text-"Take this child away and !
nurse II for me and will pay thee |
thy wages" Exodus End chapter, 9Th
verse.
Mothers" was the subject of Rev. |
W. A. Sundays sermon Friday after |!
noon. He said:
/ think the story of Moses is one
of the most attractive and fascinating
ever written, and it takes hold upon
us, and it never loses its interest. 1t
is so graphically told that once 1t is
learned, it is never forgotten.
I have tried to imagine the anxiety
with which that child was born into
this world. for it came with the SEN
tence of death lowering over IT.; for
the sword of Pharoah had declared
that every male child born of the Heb
rews should be slain. and the battle
of fright" against might" started
right at the cradle.
The mother of Moses was a slave,
and she was compelled like the other
Jews to work in the brick yards, but
God was on her side and she won, as
the mother always does when God is
on her side.
Before going to work she had to Sc
cure hiding place for this child, and
put his little sister Miriam on guard,
lest her presence be seen by the SOL
diers of Pharoah and they would hunt
and Stay this child.
For three months he had to be hid
and each day a new hiding place had
to be secured. | think it would be diff
ficult to imagine anything more hard
than to hide a good strong healthy,
growing baby. Now that he has grown
larger and more full of life, more
secure hiding place had to be found,
and imagine her giving up the time
she should have spent in sleep in or
der to prepare an ark for saving this
child
Believes Plan
Originated in Heaven.
| believe the plans for that ark
originated in Heaven. / repeat that |
think the plans for that ark original
ed in Heaven, for God was as much
interested in the salvation of that
child as the mother could have pos
sibly been for God knew what he
wanted him to do when he became n
man.
An event so important and far
reaching upon the human race never
happened by luck or chance. Perhaps
God whispered the plans. to her when
she went to him in despair over the
fact that Pharoah was going to Stay
all the male children born.
And how carefully the material out
of which that ark was built had been
selected
! think if parents today were as
careful of the company their children
keep, the books they read, the pic.
/. lures they see and the places to which
they 90, there would not be SO many
drunken sots, vomiting on their way
to hell, and haunts of sin and vice
would not be fed with girls that have
not sprouted long skirts yet
The average little sister could give
her grandmother cards and spades
and beat her, hands down.
If you were only more careful of
the company they keep and the things
they see and the places they go!
Builds Little Ark
Carefully.
Every twig of that ark had to be
carefully scanned, that nothing faulty
should go into it to jeopardize the life
of that little baby. And in the weav-
ing of that ark she put her prayers
and tears, and she raised her voice in
Thanksgiving when it was ready to
carry its cargo, which was more prec-
ious than if it were to hold the crown
ed Jewels of Egypt
Imagine the last night that baby
spent in that home. Perhaps some of
YOU can remember a similar night
when the white casket was in your
home and you knew that when the day
dawned they would carry it out, and
Ill iuh IN vanish Wi
No sleep for the mothers-others of
the household might sleep
There are whips and tops and pieces
of strings,
And shoes that no little feet ever
wear.
And there are bits of ribbons and
broken wings,
And toys and models of ships,
All marked by finger-tips-of dimp
n led hands
That have fallen to dust
And vet we strive to think that the
Lord was just.
Yet feeling of bitterness fills our
souls sometimes when we try to
pray,
And remember that the reaper
spared so many flowers
But taketh ours away.
We sometimes doubt if the Lord
did know
How cur broken hearts loved them
so,
And when we think of our dear
ones dead,
OF the children who will never grow
old.
And how they are waiting for US in
that city with streets of pure gold
And how they are safe through all
the years,
From sickness and want and war.
We thank the great God with a fall
ing tear
For the trinkets in the cabinet
drawer.
And all the dark nights she prayed
that God would bless the work she
had done, and the step that she had
taken, and shield her child.
People sometimes ask me how