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THE ATLANTA ST’.TITT-'WEEKLY JOTONAL, ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 24, 1913.
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* MISS
LIZZIE O. THOMAS*
Just a week after yt>u get this paper
you will be called upon to celebrate
Hallowe’en, and I wonder whether you
will be a guest or have guests in your
own* home? Every year just about the
same things are done, but each set of
hostesses put their wits to work and
make some difference. One I know is
going to make this year more of a
pumpkin party—not the real ones, fore
she lives in a city, but she will buy the
toys and use that color in her decolla
tions. One girl begged her not to use
too much of it.^or she would be ghost
ly, and immediately the young lady was
delegated to play the ghost. She will
take a sheet and a pillowcase, cut the
holes in the pillowcase and be as near
the real thing as a living girl can.
The lanterns and even the receptacles
for nuts and fruits will ‘be pumpkin
shapes. The frost and snow that has
come so early may make the leaves
pretty brittle, but the trees were beau
tiful last week, and this girl had count
ed on golden-rod and autumn leaves for
her decoration. Be sure and have a
fortune teller’s tent. Get the wittiest
one you can for that, and let them tell
as ridiculous futures as possible. I
know a very dignified professor who
went in to one of that sort and she
told him she could see him driving a
goat and distributing popcorn ajid
chewing gum to the children he met. As
he had a very fine horse and prided
himself on its speed and was simply
rabid on the subject of chewing gum
and popcorn, having to fight (?) it in
the schoolroom, you. see how the joke
fitted. There musi never be a joke that
cuts or rankles *in the memory. Never
at any time, but Hallowe’en, you know,
is t the evening before* All Saints’ day,
and it ill behooves one to mar the oc
casion. wfe
I saw some invitations made by a
clever girl. She cut a witch’s cap and
on it put a tiny black kitten. The
cap is easy to ‘fofd and inside it is
written the invitation.
Hunt among your ideas and see what
you can get up for this affair. For re
freshments, the homelier the better—
cider,, if you can get the fresh, or fail
ing that grape juice is fine for drink,
pumpkin pies, potato custards, ginger-
brad and nuts form characteristic re
freshments. I hope that some of you
vfrill write to us about the one you
have'"or the one th%t you attend. Some
one writes every year for suggestions
for these affairs. I’d like to send them
the private letters they ask for, but its
impossible to answer all personal let
ters. Often a letter comes that I can
turn over to a specialist. For instance,
all the letters that asked the price
of “Theitf Yesterdays” I turned over to
a friend in a book store. I hope some
of you got the book. It is certainly
worth while.
As a rule I am not much for Myrtle
Reed’s books. Some are beautiful but
it seemed hard for her to keep up to
her own standard. But the collection
of «hort articles published in various
papers and magazines, and collected
this year is one that all of us might
well have.
Reading these beautiful thoughts
makes me want to indorse the tribute
Addison Blakely paid her:
“And she wore in her woof the great
wealth of her heart.
For the chord of her life gave the life (
to each part;
And the beauty she wrought, which
gave life to the whole,
Was the spirit made real—she gave of
^her soul.”
That’s what all of us would like to
have said of Us at any time, but when
we sleep in our. last sleep, and have
our hands clasped by death we cannot
wake and even make an effort to undo
any thing we may have done to cause
another to stumble. If our words or in
fluence died with us there might be
some little excuse for recklessness, but
as long as the world lasts there will
be the refrain, the consequences of our
living.
Have a good time, enjoy your Hal
loween or other parties, but let yoirr
enjoyment be clean, let your memories
be sweet, and don’t let ,any one date his
or her downfall, gradual though it may
be, from the time your influence was
cast over them. A really good time
means a time that affords pleasure to
more than you alone. Mrs. Lang is right
in saying that when we take comfort,
good cheer, or pleasure to others we
derive the greater good from it. “Chas
ing vanities” never gives us any mem
ory that counts for much. One may
seek happiness all one’s life and only
find dead sea fruit. It’s the happiness
we help another find that brings it to
us.
Faithfully yours,
LIZZIE O. THOMAS.
IN A FRIENDLP WAY.
When"* man ain’t got a cent, and he’s feeling
kind o’ blue •
And the cvlouds hang dark and heavy and won’t
• let the sunlight through,
It’s a great thing, oh, my brethren, for a fel
low just to lay
His hand upon your shoulder in a friendly kind
of way.
It makes a man feel curious and it makes tne
teardrops start,
And he feels a kind o’ fluttering ’round the
region of his heart,
Hecan’t look up into your eyes, he don’t know
what to say,
With your hand upon his shoulder in a friendly
kind of way.
O, the world’s a curious compound with its
honey and its gall,
With Its cares and little- crosses, but a good
world after all,
And a good God must have made it, ’east ways
that is wha$ I say.
When your hand is on my shoulder in a friendly
sort of way.
—ANONYMOUS.
STIRRING WORDS FOR ALL.
Dear Sisters of our dear Household. Once
again 'I will try to make you a visit. I have
been away from my home all the past summer,
for the good of my health and the strength
ening of soul. I have been wonderfully blessed
of the Lord and can eaf like David of old, and
from my heart adopt every word In the two
short Psalms, 100 and 101. I feel like the
Lord was with me and prospered me every
way, for I only realized that good came to me
when I tried to help others. The best recipe
for the blues or despondency is to see sick
people, and especially those in need and do all
you can to relieve them in body and mind. Car
ry them food and clothes and wash their faces
and comb their hair and wash their feet, if
needs be, make for them poultices and, oh,
well, since 1 cannot enumerate here the thou
sand and one things that poor sick people need,
use common sense and whatsoever your hands
find to do, do it with thy mind and thy
might for yours, 1-27 says pure religion and
undefiled before God and the Father Is this, to
visit • the ; fatherless and .the widows , in theto
THE EVENING
STORY
(Copyright, 1913, by W. Werner.)
Roomers
“When do you think you could pay
me?” Mrs. Hanson asked dubiously.
TWenty years of running a rooming
house that had sunk from second class
to fourth had made her cautious.
“Oh, in a week or .” Then sudden
ly the girl—she was little more, de
spite the seven-year-old boy at her side,
who calle'd her mother, threw off pre
tense. “Oh, I don’t know. The agency
said todAy that they might place me
next week or the week after. Bpt it’s
the off season for the legitimate, and I
didn’t make much of a hit in vaude
ville,” with a grim little laugh. “If
it wasn’t for Petey here—” she broke
off drearily. “It’s begging, I guess, to
ask you to keep me. Goodness only
knows when I can pay ydu.”
Mrs. Hanson pushed back a wisp of
gray hair that hung over the side of her
face and pondered. Estelle Nayle wait
ed. She was a pretty girl, with a deli
cate face arid big dark blue eyes. She
already owed Mrs. Hanson for two
weeks, and Mrs Hanson herself was be
hind on her own refit And, besides,
rent, gas, grocery, and meat bills press
ed heavily' upon the old, tired woman,
who had neither relatives nor friends.
She sighed. If the room would stand
empty, the/ charity—for practically it
was that—would have been easier. But
Jerry Crane, an old lodger, had sent a
card tc say that he would be in the city
for two weeks and Mrs. Hanson would
please save him a room. Jerry was good
pay. He came in about three times a
yfcar and paid in advance, usually more
than she asked. But this girl wanted
so to stay. Mrs. Hanson tried her best
to be hard-hearted and gave in. Jerry
would have to find another place She
couldn r turn these two out and still
sleep comfortably
“Oh, but you are-good,” cried Estelle,
dabbing a lace frill of her tawdry ki
mono at her wet eyes “We won’t for
get, will me, Petey? And when our
ship comes in we’ll make Mrs. Hanson
captain.’ Then she skipped back to
her room t«> “fix up" for her daily trip
to the theatrical agencies that “might
have something for her.”
Mrs. Hanson looked after her slim,
lithe form, then walked. stiffly be
cause of rheumatism—down the narrow
and gloomy stairway that led to the
basement regions. And there, in the
privacy of an untidied and ugly kitch
en, she looked at the future. She was
old and very tired—tired of work, of
roomers, of life. Husband and only
child, a boy, had been dead many
years. The rooming house that had
given her a comfortable living for a
long time was playing out. TJie furni
ture was old and she had no money
for new. At sixty-five scrubbing,
cleaning and sweeping are not so easy
as they used to be. And the rheuma
tism that had been merely a dull ache
was now a sharp pain. Also, instead
of coming occasionally, it was with her
all the time. She roused presently.
The bell of the third floor was ringing.
That would be Miss Colt for clean
towels.
Of course when people paid they
were entitled to service. But it did
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affliction and to keep unspotted from the world.
Carry flowers if you have them, and you
have diet and strength you can soon have
them if you try and want them. Even renters
can plant seeds of annuals and hav emany
different kinds If they move each year. Then
read some out of God’s Holy Book, always
try to read some part that will apply to each
individual case. If the persou is already a
Christian select some of the, precious promises
C aD<1 from 7 to 10th versesf™“t It
* f,f lnn ® r reaJ some such as follows, “Come
“'‘‘l’ ye cnds of the earth and be
sated, take my yoke upon you and learn of
He' ,“i re (k ,ha ' 1 fi , rtd fsstto your “ul” “foi
H<j loved the world that He gave His oulv
begotten son that whosoever bclieveth might
not perish, but have everlasting life ” Then
sing some sacred songs, kneel down by their
beds and pray with and for them. "
" I ' lve J! or son >ethlng, be not idle, time Is
passing swiftly away,
Have a Purpose true and noble, live it In thv
walk each day.
“Live fur something, be not idle,
Help the needy in thy land,
God will note each act and pay thee
Doubly pay thee from His hand.”
ev ®rybody believed the above verses and
h 1 J. Ve i Up JlV 4 t ?f re wo,,Id be a great change
. this old worlU where our Messed
u>rd said, the poor ye hqve always with you.”
° f * thG r ^ ders <* this paper makes
£ " 1 ?? to so , 0 , ften to vis,t the Paupers in
then counties and how many church members
know or care how much, or rather how few,
of the comforts of this life, they have? Well
t ^ ®Y are ftke the last one I saw, I feel
i had rather be chloroformed and shot than
ever be an inmate of such a place. Awake
thou that sleepeth and arise from the dead, and
Christ shall give thee light. Now I know this
-S plain talk, but if any one that reads this
doubts what I say about it I can show the
proofs, if they want me to.
Please any of you that never have seen how
your paupers fare in God’s Holy name, I beg
you to go to see them. You that have fine
horses and buggies and automobiles and ride
just for the sake of your own selfish selves,
the next lime you pass stop and go in for one
minute, at the least, and see how they do. If
you cannot do more you can speak a kind word
tb them and see If you don’t get more good
from it. than you would chasing vanities. Par
don me for telling you of a trip I made last
Sunday to see a friend that lived six miles
from me. Soon after dinner there came two
good women by in a buggy and called for my
hostess to go with them to visit a dear good
old lady that was not able and, could not go to
church. They had written to the good old sis
ter that they would come and hold a prayer
service at her house but for some reason not
known the dear old sister did not get the let
ter. Mean time, there was a goodly number
gathered at her house when she was not ex
pecting them. The weather was fine so we all
sat on her veranda, and held an informal serv
ice, and It did her so much good. It seemed
that all were free to testify and help slug and
pray and it was a glorious meeting. And we
said it was good to be there, $nd I am confi
dent that the recording angel took notice of
that llttl meeting in that out of the way place.
“Soldiers of Christ arise and gird your armor on
Strong in the strength which God supplies
through His eternal Son.”
This is the call of one of His children.
MRS. B. F. LONG.
seem that Miss Colt used a terrible lot
of towels. And laundry charges were
so high. Old Mrs. Hansion sighed as
she limped up. But Miss Colt didn’t
want clean towels. She was a thin,
acidulated woman who did fancy em
broidery for a livelihood, and had
“nerves.” She wanted to know irately
if children were allowed to prance up
and down the halls, making such a
racket that it deafened roomers. In a
corner of the hall Petey was standing.
His small face reddened guiltily. A
piece of string, a broom between the
small legs and a stick in one hand be
trayed a horseback jaunt.
Mrs. Hanson sighed again. For some
reason, perhaps because of her own
At sight of Jerry she flung up her face
proudly.
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If a pilgrim has been shadowed
By a tree that I have nursed;
If a cup of clear, cold water
I have raised to lips athirst;
If I’ve planted one sweet flower
By an else too barren way;
If I’ve whispered in the midnight
One sweet word of day;
If in one poor bleeding bosom
I a woe swept chord have stilled:
Tf a dark and restless spirit
I with hope of heaven have stilled;
If I’ve made of life’s hard battle
One faint heart grow warm and strong;
Then my God! I thank Thee—bless Thee
For the precious gift of song.
ANONYMOUS.
GERMAN EMPEROR MOURNS
AIRSHIP _WRECK VICTIMS
^(By Associated Press.)
BERLIN, Oct. 23.—Impressive funeral
services took place today over the bodies
of twenty-three of the twenty-eight vic
tims of Friday’s disaster to the Zeppe
lin airship III. The emperor and his
sons were present, accompanied by the
empress and the crown prince, while
Count Zeppelin and about a thousand
officers of the army and navy attended.
The coffins were covered with masses of
floral tributes.
After the service in the old garrison
clyirch, near the imperial palace, seven-
of the bodtes were taken to an adjoin
ing temetery for burial, the six sons of
the emperor heading the procession of
mourners. The other bodies were taken
to the homes of the dead in various
parts of the country.
Prince Eitel Fritz, while coming from
Potsdam in his automobile to attend
the funeral ceremony, struck a five-
year-old boy while the child was cross
ing the street. The boy was seriously
injured.
little boy dead so long, she secretly
leaned to Petey’s side. But she repri
manded him and gently told him that
he mustn’t play in the hall. Miss Colt
was one of those who would leave on
the slightest excuse.
A week went by. Estelle found no
engagement. Mediocre actresses were
not in great demand. “Why don’t you
get something else?” Mrs. Hanson
asked one morning. Estelle shrugged
her shoulders. “I don’t know how to
do anything else—except clerk in a de
partment store. And I couldn't make
enough to keep Petey by that. Any
way, I’ve got the acting fever. I can’t
get rid of it. And I’ve tried.” She
paused abruptly, ahd her pretty lips
set hard together. She seemed to be
thinking of something unpleasant.
Jerry Crane came in one afternoon
and was put out when he found no
room. He had roomed with her long
before and had been a jack of all
trades and his room rent uncertain.
Now he was prosperous. A producer,
he said. Mrs. Hanson had no idea
v/hat that meant, but she wished re
gretfully that she had a place for him.
Spe almost ( fished that she had
turned Estelle and Petey out. Before
her on the' old-fashioned marble top
of the hall table a gas bill stared im
pudently. Beside it lay a telephone
bill. Yesterday the landlord had sent
a curt note that he was tired of get
ting his rent in dribbles. “Please ar
range to have it all the first of the
month,” he said. A
Jerry chatted a,"“¥ew minutes, then
• sauntered out. Heowas a big good-
i looking man, with rather tired black
! eyes. It really made no great differ-
| ence to him that she had no room for
i him. He had come there merely be
cause he used to come,
j Almost immediately Miss Colt came
down and gave notice that she was
; leaving at the end of the week. She
didn’t care to stay at a place that kept
actresses. A woman liad to take care
of her ow n reputation, because no one
else would.
Mrs. Hanson looked at her testily.
If she had only spoken ten minutes
sooner Jerry could have had it. “1
guess,” snapped Mrs. Hanson out of a
heart surcharged with worry and vexa
tion, “that you needn’t never feel anx
ious about losing your reputation. The
shape of your nose and the yellow
wrinkles around your eyes is plenty pro
tection.”
Miss Colt retired in speechless wrath.
Mrs. Hanson hurried to the window.
Maybe Jerry wasn’t out of sight. But
! he was. She came back sorrowfully. Her
rheumatism was worse , that day. Petey
crept down the stairway and looked at
her pathetically, even queerly. He seem
ed unusually white. “What did you have
for lunch?” she asked him.
“Oh, I don’t just remember,” he said.
“Bread—I guess it was bread.”
“Petey,” said Mrs. Hanson sternly,
“you tell me this minute what you had
for lunch, and what You and your 1
mother had for breakfast.”
“Nothing,” gulped Petey, “but she
said maybe she could find an actress
that she u^ed to know and borrow a
dollar. Maybe in a day or two, you
know,” with a babyish touch of his
mother’s hopeful words, “she will get
an engagement.”
“Come downstairs,” said old Mrs.
Hanson, briefly, and limped ahead to
the kitchen.
“I wish we weren’t poor,” said Petey
over the cookies and milk that she set
out. “I wonder if it’ll be always.”
“So do I, Petey,” sighed old Mrs.
Hanson. “I’m afraid,” abstractedly,
“that it’ll be always with me.”
Petey regarded her gravely. “Are
you poor?” he demanded. “I didn’t
know that—”
“Say, Mrs. Hanson.” asked Jerry
Crane from the door of the dark pas
sage, “did I leave my cane here? It’s
not in my possession,” laughing, “and
I sort of hate to lose that cane. Why
—why—” He came swiftly into the
room.
“Why. hello, papa!” said Petey. “Are
you still mad at my mamma?”
Mrs. Hanson forgot her rheumatism
She dropped ■ the bottle of milk from
which she was about to replenish
Petey’s glass. “You don’t mean to
say,” excitedly she began.
Jerry gathered Peter into his arms.
“This is a part of my life you never
heard about,” he confessed. “Is Es
telle in the house?”
She came in an hour later, tired, blue,
her small mouth drooping. She had
not found the actress friend. At sight
of Jerry she flung up her tired white
face proudly and then laid it down on
the shoulder that Jerry pulled her to
ward.
“My gracious!” said Mrs. Hanson,
after she had heard a story of a quar
rel, begun with nothing and fanned by
jealousy and temper, a parting and
years of separation. “To think how
near you came to not seeing each other.
I almost—’’ She paused aghast.
“But you didn’t,” laughed Estelle.
“You kept me. Jerry,” decisively. “I
couldn’t give up acting—”
“You needn’t,” he said. “I’ll give
you a job in my company. Petey can
stay,” he turned to the tired old wom
an, pleadingly, “with you, can’t he?
Wouldn’t you rather stay in a little
flat and just take care of him than run
this big, shabby joint?”
Mrs. Hanson drew a long,' happy
sigh. “Wouldn’t that be nice!” she
said.
KIKilQ'N
For October 36. Numbers 20-1-13.
Golden Text: Let the words of my m°uth and tbe meditation of my
heart be acceptable in thy sight, O Jehovah, my rock and my redeemer.
CHILDREN HATE OIL,
CALOMEL AND PILLS
Thirty-eight years have elapsed since
the events recorded in our last lesson.
The tabernacle probably had remained
at Kadesh Barnea, while the various
tribes has lived as the Bedouins live to
day, the nomadic life of shepherds, mov
ing about from place to place, in order
to give their cattle and sheep pasture
and water. No doubt at frequent inter
vals they came back to the place of the
Tabernacle, and at no time were they,
probably, any great distance from it.
Many events occurred during these
thirty-eight years, but meager records
have been left of their happenings. One
important one was the rebellion of Ko-
rah. As in the case of the rebellion of
Miriam and A^ron against Moses,, so this
one was a rebellion against the authori
ty of Moses, ahd the office of Aaron.
In the beginning of the fortieth year
after they left Egypt, an event occurred,
which had a most marked ‘effect on the
great leader. His sister, Miriam, who
was at ■ this time, 132 years old, died at
Kadish. She had been from his earliest
infancy a source of inspiration and help
to him, with the exception of the time,
some thirty-eight years, when she had
rebelled against him. Her death de-
hls attention the fact that he, himself,
was growing very old, and his task of
leading the children of Israel into the
Promised land, had not yet been fulfill
ed. It made him the more earnest, there
fore, to complete his task, and he began
to make preparations toward this end.
The shepherds had been called in, so
that now, all about the Oasis of Kadish,
the flocks and herds, and the tents of
the people were gathered. It. was rath
er a different assembly from the one
which was gathered here thirty-eight
years before, when the Spies brought
back their report. They had grown in
numbers, somewhat, but the most dis
tinctive thing about the congregation
now was the fact that there were but
four men over sixty years of age. They
were Moses and Aaron, Caleb and
Joshua. All the others had died ,as God
said they would, so that there was not
a man in the company who had left
Egypt, save those four. Most of them
were rnen under forty, a vigorous lot of
young men, who would make line fight
ing material for the conquest of Canaan.
A NEW COMPANY AND AN OLD
COMPLAINT.
The large increase in the numbers of
the people, however, produced a serious
situation. The springs at Kadesh were
not able to supply so large a company,
including the flocks and herds, with wa
ter, and the supply gave out. Men do not
differ much from one generation to an
other in our essential characteristics.
We are just what our fathers were, and
our grandfathers, and their grandfath
ers. While the company was different,
their complaint was the same. Nearly
forty years before, the generation be
fore this had complained in the same
way, at this very place, and strange
enough, they used almost the same
words in making their complaint. They
this way, that instead of scolding them
He gives to Moses and Aaron, directions
as to what they should do. He would
show to this generation some other por
tion of His power of His willingness to
help them. He wanted to give them an
assurance that He would supply all their
needs, so that they would have no ex
cuse for not obeying Him, and trusting
Him when they came to the conquest of
Canaan.
His plan was to remove from their
minds any shadow of doubt as to His
willingness and ability to provide for
them and protect them. So He told
Moses to take the rod (probably the
same one which he had used in Egypt
and at the Red sea) and which had
been kept. in the ark of the covenant
until now. He told him to take this
rod and speak to the rock, which was
before him, and He would make water
come out of it in sufficient quantity for
the people.
A PATIENT MAN—AN IMPATIENT
WORD.
Moses assembled the congregation be
fore the rock, but he did not do ex
actly what God had told him. He tried
to improve on God’s plan. He tried
thoroughly out of patience with the
people. Now his physical condition,
his age, the death of his sister, and the
realization that his task was unfinished
may have had something to do with
his yielding to temptation as he did.
Moses’ besetting sin was his quick
temper. During all these years, he had
kept it in check; but now in an un
guarded moment, under the stress of un
usual circumstances,he failed to watch,
and sinned. Here is what * he said,
“Hear, now, you Tebels, shall we bring
water out of this rock for you?” And
so saying, he took the rod and struck
the rock, not once, but twice, showing
his impatience and his anger.
Water came out in sufficient abund
ance so that every man, woman and
child, and everf 1 ' animal had a plenty,
but God spoke to Moses, rebuking him
for his disobedience, and telling him
that because he had failed to obey,
because he had not believed in Him
and sanctified him in the eyes of these
people, he, himself, should not lead the
people of Israel into the Promised Land,
but should give place to another, to
whom this honor should come. Moses
prayed that he might be forgiven for
this, and begged permission to realize
the aim and desire of his lifetime, but
God did not allow it.
It seems a severe punishment for so
small a sin—so small a sin, did I sayV
No sin is small in God’s sight. He is
just and holy, and he requires of us
nothing less than that.
We may be able to appreciate, how
ever, something of the heinousness of
this sin, if we connect two words. Ye
and we. When the water gave out, the
people said to Moses, “Why did ye
bring us out into this wilderness to I
die?” When Moses stands before the
asembled congregation, and says, “Shall
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Look back at your childhood days.
Remember the “dose” mother insisted
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With our children it’s different. Moth
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accused Moses of having brought them we bring water out of this rock?” they
out of Egypt into the wilderness to j look upon him as the one who had led
kill them. They complained of notj
furnishing the figs and pomegranates,,
and the vines, which they had looked I
forward to having. They charged all i
of their discomforts against Moses him- j
self; and instead of looking forward’
and trusting God, the£ forgot God, and
longed for the slavery of Egypt again
with its abundance of food and water.
This was a new company, but an old
complaint.
It is a rather remarkable fact for
the men, to have made this complaint,
for they had no personal knowledge of
Egypt. The large majority of them
had been born in the wilderness. Their
fathers had handed down to them by
tradition all that they knew. In a way
they were echoing what their fathers
had said, even though for saying it
their fathers’ bones were now bleaching
under the scorching Syrian sun.
Moses and Aaron did the right thing;
they r had recourse to prayer. Going to
the door of the tent of meeting they
fell down on their faces before God,
and poured out their souls to Him in
their distress. How gracious God was
tn them! How patient and tender! It
would have seemed that they might
have stopped their complaining before
this, after all His dealings with them.
They knew how He had shown His mar
velous power in behalf of their fathers,
and they during their lives been the
recipients of His goodness; for He had
daily fed them with manna, giving them
sufficient on the sixth day to last
through the seventh as well, but He
shows the marvel of His tenderness in
them out. J3e, by this act, took the
credit to himself for having led them
out, and was going to take the credit
for leading them in, not giving God his
just due, his rightful place. This is
not a small sin, and yet, it is one of
which any man who has made a suc
cess is very apt to be guilty". We can
not improve upon God’s plan. When He
says, “Speak,” we have no business
striking; and whatever we <k>, must
be done in such a way as to give him
the full credit. »
THE CLEFT ROCK.
But there is a far more important
lesson for us to learn froiji this inci
dent of God’s people in the wilderness
than even the one we have just men
tioned, and this lesson is given us by
no less a man than that great Jew, tho
greatest of the followers of JesuS
Christ, Paul, the apostle. In writing
to the Corinthians, he mentions this in
cident in the life of his people, and
says that the rock was the Messiah,
the Christ. It was only when the rook
was cleft that the water gushed out in
abundance to supply the life-giving ele
ment to thirsty people and cattle. It
was a gift of God, and there was
abundance so that not one lacked one
drop of all that they needed.
Just so it is with the Messiah. Hiv
was the gift of God, and when he was
cleft, from him flowed the* life-giving
stream, which satisfies every man, wo
man and child everywhere, who will par
take of it. '
Rock of ages, cleft for me.
Let me hide myself in thee,
Let the water and the blood
From thy wounded side which flowed
Be of sin the double’cure.
Save me from its guilt and power.
And that rock was the Christ.
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