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ginia. As I went in, I was given a candle, which
was to furnish light. When we got in the midst
of stalactites and stalagmites, I was disappointed.
They were pretty, but not half so pretty as I ex
pected. Finally, my guide took from his pocket
a roll of magnesium ribbon, and asked me to give
him my candle, which I did. He then touched the
ribbon to it, and such a light as I have never seen
flashed out through the cave. My! stalactites and
stalagmites such as I had never dreamed of before
were before me. They had been there all* the time.
I had not been able to see them.
So in the comprehension of the word of God. We
fail, because we rely too much on our candle-light
of reason. God wants us to offer up our minds
to be touched by his Spirit. Then the true light
flashes out, and that which we have never seen
is brought before us in dazzling splendor.
Again, we need the Spirit for power in service.
Once I saw an electric car loaded with passengers
come to a standstill abort half way up a hill. The
motorman had great’ difficulty in keeping it from
running backward. Somebody asked what was the
matter, and the conductor said: “The trolley has
jumped the tram wire.” How much like the
Church! The majority of ns preachers are working
more on the back brakes than anything else. We
have given up hope, and all we now expect is to
keep from running backward. The trouble is there
is no connection between the tram wire of power
and the trolley of faith. Let us make the connection
according to the will of God.
GUIDANCE.
Now take one further step. Tt is the will of
God that we should be guided in daily life. This
is perhaps more practical than anything else.
Psalms 32:8: “I will instruct thee and teach thee
in the way that thou shouldst go.” Is not this a
blessed promise? How we are confronted by the
perplexities of life! But, b'essed be God, there is a
way of light. We may have to wait to see it, but
the waiting pays. Sometimes we get the worst of
it by not waiting. Here is a man confronted with
a certain proposition. He does not know whether
to accept it or not. It looks dark both ways. And,
after awhile he says: “I cannot wait any longer
for God to tell me: I must take matters in my own
hands, and do the best I can.”
Every time we do that, we come out lacking. We
can afford-to wait if we are waiting on God.
But does God promise to guide every one of us?
Under certain conditions he does. Solomon tells
us whom God proposes to guide. Proverbs 3:6:
“In all thy ways, acknowledge him, and he shall
direct thy paths.” God will guide every one who
acknowledges him.
It is said that Mendelssohn, the great musician,
once went to a German village to see a new organ
that had been put in at one of the cathedrals. It
was in the early part of Mendelssohn’s life. His
music was known, but he himslf was not. When
he got in the cathedral, he found the young organ
ist practicing. It chanced that he was practicing
one of Mendelssohn’s own pieces. Os course, this
thrilled him, and he walked up to where the young
man was playing the organ, and said: “My friend,
would you mind letting a stranger play your in-
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strument just a little?” The young man, not know
ing who he was, said: “No. I am not to allow any
strange hands to touch this k yboard.” Mendels
sohn stood there a moment, and then walked about
the building. Finally, he came back, and said:
“My friend, will you not allow me to piny just a
little?” The young performer, tired of being in
terrupted, said: “No, sir, I told you that no inex
perienced hands could touch this keyboard, and I
meant what I said. You will please go out of the
building, or let me alone.” This was almost as
much as the young musician could stand. He pulled
himself away, however, and walked through the
building again, but he could not keep away from the
organ. His soul was on fire. His fingers were
restless. He wanted to get a chance to touch the
keyboard of that instrument, and so he went back
the third time, and said: “My friend, excuse me,
but I feel as if I must ask you once more. Please
let me sit down on the stool, and play just a little.”
“Well,” said the young organist, “if nothing else
will do you, sit down, and try your hand and I will
go out and sun myself.” Young Mendelssohn then
sat down on the stool, and began fumbling with the
keyboard, adjust’ng things to suit hims'lf, while
the young organist started out, but he did not get
very far before he found that there was a master
hand touching the instrument. He turned, and rush
ed back up the gallery where the organ was, and
looking the young performer in the face, he said
very nervously: “Will yon please, sir, tell me your
name”? He said: “Certainly, My name
is Mendelssohn.” “Oh,” said the young or
ganist, “excuse me! A thousand times I beg your
pardon. Just think of it! I would not let yon. a
master, take my place, and make music upon my in
strument.”
My Christian friends, at best, there is but little
harmony in our lives; at best, we a r e living in the
midst of discord; we know very little about how to
play on the keyboard of life. God never intended
that we should play it alone. This instrument, with
these keys, was made for the fingers of Gol. The
Triune Cod comes close to us, and savs: “Child of
my creation, leave off trying to control your own
life. Let mv fingers play on the keyboard of your
life. You must be tired of this discord, of this con
fusion of sounds that you think, perhaps, may be
so good, but as I see it is most miserable discord.
Let me have the keyboard, and I’ll make music.”
What answer shall we make? Shall we say: “No,
I want to do the best I can with it. I cannot sur
render. I am afraid thou wilt not make the mu
sic that I like.”
Oh, my God. help us to leave the keyboard,
and let the Holv Spirit come, and touch its keys,
and make music displace discord. This is life
in “the will of God.”
“All those who journey, soon or late
Must pass within the gaiden’s gate;
Must kneel alone in da kness there,
And battle with some fierce despair.
God pity those who cannot say.
‘Not mine, but thine’; who only pray,
‘Let the cup pass,’ and cannot see
The purpose in Gethsemane.”
Falsely Charged.
A little Northern boy was visiting the South for
the first time. His awe and admiration for the
darkeys knew no bounds. Meeting a little negro boy
one day, he screwed up his courage to ask him his
name.
“I is dun called David,” promptly replied the
little negro.
“Oh!” exclaimed the little fellow, his face full
of delighted surprise, “are you the David that
killed Goliath?”
Th? little negro gave him a terrified dance, and,
sticking his dusky knuckles in his eyes, shrieked
out, “Naw, I ain’t nebber teched him.”—Ex.
Edibles Anyhow.
A party sailing on the Kaiser Wilhelm der
Grosse received from some well-meaning but prov
incial friends a basket of fruit addressed to them
in care of “The Kaiser Wilhelm der Grocer.”—
Ex.
The Exposition at Jamestown.
(Continued from page 2.)
The exception to this plan is to be the dining
room, which is to be an exact reproduction of the
room at Bulloch Hall where Mrs. Roosevelt was
married—the furniture is to be borrowed for the
exposition and the reproduction is to be perfect in
every particular.
Another feature is to be the laying out of the
grounds around the Georgia Building, for here also
the exact reproduction of Bulloch Hall is to be
given—even to the violets which grow along the
pathway leading to the hospitable door—these
blossoms to be transplanted from cuttings of those
now growing at Bulloch Hall, and a bit of the old
well curbing, with the swinging bucket, is also to
be used at Jamestown, making the illusion quite
perfect.
The Sentiment of the Georgia Building.
So much for the mechanical arrangement of Geor
gia’s building at Jamestown, but there is a senti
ment which underlies and counterbalances the de
vice of the building, its beauty and its usefulness.
This sentiment is the fact that Mr. Mitchell, as a
representative of the people of Georgia, has been
able to so far dispose of the last remnant of po
litical prejudice and to so far honor a noted son
because of a gentle southern mother, that the son
himself must commend the deed in words of hearti
est approval. Mr. Roosevelt wrote to Mr. Mitchell
expressing his pleasure in the thought of Bulloch
Hall for a Georgia building and it is believed that
Mr. Mitchell’s present plan is to have the president
make a speech on Georgia day at the exposition—
a speech which shall knit together in yet closer
* bonds the people of the South and of the north—
the people of America and of the world, for not on
ly those within our midst but beyond the seas as
well, all must unite in offering rarest homage to a
people or a nation which shall honor the mother of
heroes despite all differences and difficulties of
places or of parties.
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