Nothing but leaves! Sad memory weaves No veil to hide the past; And as we trace our weary way, And count each lost and misspent day, We sadly find at last-- Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves!
Ah, who shall thus the Master meet, And bring but withered leaves?
Ah, who shall, at the Saviour"s feet, Before the awful judgment-seat, Lay down, for golden sheaves, Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves?
--L. E. Ackerman.
IGNORANCE OF THE SEED MAKES NO DIFFERENCE.
"_Marvel not at this: for the hour is coming, in the which all that are in the graves shall hear his voice, and shall come forth, they that have done good; unto the resurrection of life; and they that have done evil, unto the resurrection of d.a.m.nation_."--John v: 28, 29.
CHAPTER VI.
Ignorance of the Seed Makes no Difference.
Now, notice again: Ignorance of the kind of seed makes no difference. If I think I am sowing good seed and it happens to be bad, I shall have a bad harvest; therefore, it becomes me to see what kind of seed I am sowing.
Suppose I meet a man who is sowing seed, and say: "h.e.l.lo, stranger, what are you sowing?"
"Seed."
"What kind of seed?"
"I don"t know."
"Don"t you know whether it is good or bad?"
"No, I can"t tell; but it is seed, that is all I want to know, and I am sowing it."
You would say that he was a first-cla.s.s lunatic, wouldn"t you? But he wouldn"t be half so mad as the man who goes on sowing for time and eternity, and never asks himself what he is sowing or what the harvest will be.
Father, what seed are you sowing in your family? Are you setting your children a good or a bad example? Do you spend your time at the saloon or the club, until you have become almost a stranger to them?
or are you training them for G.o.d and righteousness?
The story is told that a man once said he would not talk to his son about religion; the boy should make his own choice when he grew up, unprejudiced by him. The boy broke his arm, and when the doctor was setting it, he cursed and swore the whole time.
"Ah," said the doctor, "you were afraid to prejudice the boy in the right way, but the devil had no such prejudice. He has led your son the other way." The idea that a father is to let his children run wild! Nature alone never brings forth anything but weeds.
One of Coleridge"s friends once objected to prejudicing the minds of the young by selecting the things they should be taught. The philosopher-poet invited him to take a look at his garden, and took him to where a luxuriant growth of ugly and infragrant weeds spread themselves over beds and walks alike.
"You don"t call that a garden!" said his friend.
"What!" said Coleridge, "would you have me prejudice the ground in favor of roses and lilies?"
Have you never noticed the same thing about the mind and the heart?
Let a child be idle, and Satan will soon lead him into mischief. He must be looked after. Those things that will help to develop character must be selected for him, and hurtful things must be kept out, just as industriously as the farmer cultivates the useful products of the soil, but wages continual war on weeds and all unwholesome growths.
A murderer was to suffer the penalty of his crime. Speaking of his reckless career, he said:
"How could it be otherwise, when I had such bad training? I was taught these things from my youth. When only four years old my mother poured whisky down my throat to see how I would act."
On the morning of his execution, the wretched mother bade good-bye to the son whom her influence had helped to that shameful end.
A father started for his office early one morning, after a light fall of snow. Turning, he saw his two year-old boy endeavoring to put his tiny feet in his own great footprints. The little fellow shouted: "Go on, I"se comin", papa, I"se comin" right in ure tracks."
He caught the boy in his arms and carried him to his mother, and started again for his office.
His habit had been to stop on the way at a saloon for a gla.s.s of liquor. As he stood upon the threshold that morning he seemed to hear a sweet voice say: "Go on, I"se comin", papa, I"se comin" right in ure tracks."
He stopped, he hesitated, he looked the future squarely in the face.
"I cannot afford to make any tracks I would be ashamed or sorry to have my boy walk in," he said decidedly, and turned away.
Father, mother, neighbor, are your tracks true? Are they straight?
Can you turn to any walking behind you and say: "Follow me as I follow Christ?" Are you leading the little ones safe to the Great Shepherd?
_The best time to sow the good seed_ is before Satan has scattered the tares. G.o.d has given numerous warnings and instructions to do it. "Seek ye _first_ the Kingdom of G.o.d and his righteousness."
"Train up a child in the way he should go." "Provoke not your children to wrath, but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord." If a farmer neglects to plant in the spring-time, he can never recover the lost opportunity: no more can you, if you neglect yours. Youth is a seed-time, and if it is allowed to pa.s.s without good seed being sowed, weeds will spring up and choke the soil. It will take bitter toil to uproot them.
An old divine said that when a good farmer sees a weed in his field he has it pulled up. If it is taken early enough, the blank is soon filled in, and the crop waves over the whole field. But if allowed to run too late, the bald patch remains. It would have been better if the weed had never been allowed to get root.
Young man, are you letting some secret sin get the mastery over you, binding you hand and foot? It is growing. Every sin grows. When I was speaking to five thousand children in Glasgow some years ago, I took a spool of thread and said to one of the largest boys:
"Do you believe I can bind you with that thread?"
He laughed at the idea. I wound the thread around him a few times, and he broke it with a single jerk. Then I wound the thread around and around, and by and by I said:
"Now get free if you can."
He couldn"t move hand or foot. If you are slave to some vile habit, you must either slay that habit or it will slay you.
My friend, _what kind of seed are you sowing?_ Let your mind sweep over your record for the past year. Have you been living a double life? Have you been making a profession without possessing what you profess? If there is anything you detest it is hypocrisy. Do you tell me G.o.d doesn"t detest it also? If it is a right eye that offends, make up your mind that you will pluck it out; or if it is a right hand or a right foot, cut it off. Whatever the sin is, make up your mind that you will gain the victory over it without further delay.
What kind of seed are you sowing, my friend, good seed or bad seed?
There will be a harvest, and you are bound to reap, whether you want to or not. Tell me, how do you spend your spare time? Telling vile stories, polluting the minds of others, while your own mind is also polluted? Do you read any literature that makes your thoughts impure? How do you spend the Sabbath? Boating, fishing, hunting, or on excursions? Do you think ministers are old fogies--that the Bible belongs to the dark ages? Tell me bow you treat your parents, and I will tell you how your children will treat you. A man was making preparations to send his old father to the poorhouse, when his little child came up and said:
"Papa, when you are old shall I have to take you to the poorhouse?"
Do you never write home to your parents? They clothed you and educated you, and now do you spend your nights in gambling? You say to your G.o.dless companions that your father crammed religion down your throat when you were a boy. I have a great contempt for a man who says that of his father or mother. They may have made a mistake; but it was of the head, not of the heart. If a telegram was sent to them that you were down with smallpox, they would take the first train to come to you. They would willingly take the disease into their own bodies and die for you. If you scoff and sneer at your father and mother you will have a hard harvest; you will reap in agony. It is only a question of time. There is a saying--
"The mills of G.o.d grind slowly, But they grind exceeding small."
The Lord Jesus said, "With what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again."