"Why did my precious baby die? We could have cared for her properly and would have trained her in a godly life." "Why did this financial disaster overtake me? I've tried honestly to be God's steward. I've lost all!" Why? Why? Why? Such questions are not presumptuous. God made us mental and moral beings. We are taught that this is a moral universe. But these questions may not be answered on earth. Does that mean that they will never be answered? No! There will be a time when we shall have explanation and judgment. We shall say: "I see it now, Lord. Thy loving-kindness is great. `Blessed be the name of the Lord'!"—Today.
When Lord Clive, as a young man, in the spirit of adventure set out from his British home for India, the ship upon which he sailed was caught in a terrific storm, and continuous adverse gales drove it far off the course, until it finally limped into a South American harbor. There he had to remain for many months before being able to get passage to India. But during the long wait he acquired the Portuguese language which qualified him when he did reach India to take an important position with the East India Company, ultimately resulting in his being appointed by the crown as Governor General of India. Do not deplore upsets; they may be God's messengers.—Sunday School Times.
"I have heard that this physician [who unwittingly caused her blindness never ceased expressing his regret at the occurrence; and that it was one of the sorrows of his life. But if I could meet him now, I would say, `Thank you, thank you, over and over again, for making me blind.' . . . Although it may have been a blunder on the physician's part, it was no mistake on God's. I verily believe it was His intention that I should live my days in physical darkness, so as to be better prepared to sing His praises and incite others so to do."—From Fanny Crosby's Life Story by Herself.
Whichever way the wind doth blow,
Some heart is glad to have it so;
Then blow it east or blow it west,
The wind that blows, that wind is best.
My little craft sails not alone;
A thousand fleets from every zone
Are out upon a thousand seas;
And what for me was favoring breeze
Might dash another, with the shock
Of doom, upon some hidden rock.
And so I do not care to pray
For winds to waft me on my way,
But leave it to a Higher Will
To stay or speed me; trusting still
That all is well, and sure that He
Who launched my bark will sail with me
Through storm and calm, and will not fail
Whatever breezes may prevail,
To land me, every peril past,
Within His sheltering Haven at last.—Caroline Atwater Mason.
A young businessman who had been severely tested, and whose heart was again and again tempted to rebellion during the process of trial to which he was submitted, came to a Christian worker. His motherless babes, two and five years old, clung one to either hand. Though still in his early thirties, his hair was snow white from the hours of anguish through which he had passed. An income of twenty thousand dollars a year was gone. His capital was swept away. His home was gone; his car for sale. Stripped of everything but the two loved children, the big, broad-shouldered young father, towering over six feet, in the strength of a capable manhood, looked steadily at the worker, and said, "In looking back upon my sufferings, I find that God makes no mistakes."—Sunday School Times.
There must be light beyond this darkness,
God's sun has never failed to rise;
The blackest night has had its ending
When morning brought its glad surprise.
The tears that fell those hours of waiting
Are changed to sparkling gems of dew;
All dazzling in the sun's bright shining,—
God's rainbow in its richest hue.—Selected.
A boy made a boat and went off to sail it. Presently it got beyond his reach, and he appealed to a big boy, asking him to get it back for him. Saying nothing, the big boy picked up stones, and seemed to be throwing them at the boat. The little chap thought he would never get his boat back, and that the big boy was annoying him. But presently he noticed that instead of hitting the boat, each stone went beyond it, and made a little wave, which moved the boat a little nearer to the shore. Every throw of the stones was planned, and at last the toy was brought within reach, and the little boy was happy in the possession of his treasure. Sometimes things in our life seem disagreeable. But wait awhile, and we shall see that each trial has brought us nearer to God.—Courtesy Moody Monthly.
A few years ago a wealthy lady and gentleman were both made very happy by the birth of a little daughter whom they loved greatly. To their great sorrow, however, the child sickened and died. The mother nearly lost her reason. while the father bore the grief silently.
So concerned was the father about his wife that he consulted a doctor. The doctor advised him to give his wife a complete change. He did so, taking her to the East.
One day, after a walk, the two noticed a shepherd leading his flock. Coming to a brook which he wished the sheep to cross, the sheep refused to do so; whereupon he picked up a lamb, jumped the stream with it, placing it about fifty yards on the other side.
Presently the lamb began to bleat for its mother. Its mother, hearing the call, raised her head, and jumping over the stream, ran to the lamb. The other sheep, seeing this, followed. Thus the shepherd was able to lead all his sheep safely home.
"I see," said the mother of the dead child. "The Lord has taken my lamb to enable me to meet it on the other side."—Peniel Herald.