Evening star., 1925-04-08

cheese, here on earth. but stack him
up in comparison with all, he ts not
so much. Man may be poor second
to some other beings whom We do not
know, for instance. We only sec In
part, remember. as st. Paul said
When the horse. shall know why
man rides him, and the OK why he
used to be q god in Egypt and now
only draws ice wagons through the
heavy seashore sand, then shall man
know all about himself. ,,, = ..
Until then. bo, don't 60 around
mouthing that man 10 imperfect. and
that God Is to blame. You ought to
say that man 10 as perfect as he ought
to be. He's got as much brains az he
can stand: and, anyway. II he Is go
ing to be made perfect in heaven. why
worry so much about II now?
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Heaven hides the book of fate from
all critters. II this wasn't SO. how
could we stand to live? Take the
little Bo-Peep lamb you are going
to make into mutton chops. II he
were even as wise as you, do you
think the little cuss would skip and
play around?
Look at the little cuss. eating his
clover blossoms and licking your
hand, just raised to murder him In
his purple velvet suit. Sure. 1t Is a
lucky thing that we are blind to the
future; and this blindness is given Us
by God, Who alone Is able to tell
when a sparrow will fall or William
Hohenzollern get the sack.
Don't be SO stuck-up, then, just be-
cause you own q car that takes you
there and brings you back; II you
must get upstage, as the saying Is.
take II on low, and wait for the great
teacher, Death. Adore God; what He
has In store for you you cannot see.
but can only hope. But that very
hope is your biggest blessing now
Hope springs eternal in the human
breast. We never do feel blessed, but
are always expecting our ship to come
| in tomorrow. y,.
Think about the Injun. That low
brow sees God in the clouds. and
hears Him in the wind. In other
words, he Is Grass Nature worshiper.
Science has never taught Man-Afraid-
of-the- Thunder to look through a
telescope at the stars.
Yet, Man Afraid of the Thunder
thinks he Is going to the happy hunt
ing grounds, where he will come into
possession of his own United States
| again. where no Christians thirst for
| that which the rust will consume.
The Indian doesn't pine to be an
angel, and with the angels stand; he
| simply asks that when ne gets to the
| happy hunting ground his dog can &c
with him.
And syou-you insect-you holler
| around about your own opinion OF
things. and say a thing is imperfect
just because that is the way II seems
to you. and say that II mans un-
happy God Is unjust, and DEMAND that
you be perfect here and immortal In
| the next world.
You think the world was made sole
ly for you. but was it? All the other
animals seem to be happy-what Is
the matter with US? Everything in
| the universe is but part of the uni
verse-any sap ought to be able to
see that
To use a man made compa rison. Ma
ture Is the body and God Is the soul
The Creator Is as perfect in a hair as
in a heart. To Him there must be no
high, no low, no great, no small. for
His trademark Is on all things.
Get hep TO this. then: That now or
later we are safe in the hand of our
one disposing Power. just as safe
when we shall die as we were the
hour we were born.
All nature is glorious art you
haven't learned yet: what seems luck
is the directing genius of Creator
you cannot see; what seems discord
| in reality Is harmony not understood
We may not like to admit II, Buddy
but one thing is clear as mud: What.
ever is. is right That Is, a rosebud
is a good rosebud. a rose In full bloom
is a rose In full bloom, a withered
rose Is exactly right as a withered
rose. In other words, we have to be
men and look things in the face.