SUNDAY READING.
PRAYER. t , Heavenly Father, we thank Thee for the mercy which is always With us. Thou dost fence our lives about with" Thy loving kindness, and we would bloas Thee for all Thy gbodnessv May our hearts pay homage' to Thee. We would thank, Thee for all who are striving to do Thy will on earth, and we pray Thee to help us to be steadfast in Thy service. May we never grow weary in well doing; Grant that as each Gay comes, we may praise Thee for all Thy blessings, and ever be expectant of Thy mercy. Help all who are sick and weary. Givie comfort to the sad, and hope to those who are despairing. For Christ's sake. —Amen. •;, • ' . HYMN. • ' .-.■■■ '- 'Through the night of doubt and/sorrow Onward goes the pilgrim band." SERMON. Text: "Mercy . . .all the days of my life."—Ps. xxiii C. . Life is a mystery. We have to accept it without a voice in the matter,, and-we must yield it up at its close and pass on as the great majority have done, anil yet, between its opening and its close, life is for all of us a mosaic, reflecting hues, of many colours, bright and sombre, glad and grey. The patterns which' the various happenings in your life and mine spell are best expressed) in that one word "mystery." The everlasting mercy of God is the controlling power which. shapes the-pattern and tints'th.9 many hues. A story is told of a young lady' who once paid is visit to the studio of an artist friend, and saw him busily at work cutting and polishing stones of various sizes and colours.' She was amazed to find such a great diversity in the germs. Some were of the most peculiar shape, and there were others which were dull and lustreless, aiifl which looked most unattractive. "And what is to be made of this mixed heap of stones?" she 83ked presently. '' Some of them appear to me to be quite useless."
'"Don't say that just yet." replied her friend. "Just wait awhile. Come back and see me in a few weeks' time.'
The young lady took the suggestion and went away. After the "lapse of about a month she returned', and then she saw there in the studio something which made her gasp with astonishment. Her artist friend had been busy on a
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Hutt News, Volume 5, Issue 21, 12 October 1932, Page 8
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