[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0311":3},"MARCH 11\r\nNow it came to pass after the death of Moses, the servant of the Lord, that the Lord spoke unto Joshua, the son of Nun, Moses'\r\nminister, saying, Moses my servant is dead, now, therefore arise, go over this Jordan, thou and all this people (Joshua 1:1, 2).\r\nSorrow came to you yesterday, and emptied your home. Your first  impulse now is to give up, and sit down in despair amid the wrecks\r\nof your hopes. But you dare not do it You are in the fine of\r\nbattle, and the crisis is at hand. To falter a moment would be to\r\nimperil some holy interest Other fives would be harmed by your\r\npausing, holy interests would suffer, should your hands be folded. You must not finger even to indulge your grief.\r\nA distinguished general related this pathetic incident of his own\r\nexperience in time of war. The general's son was a lieutenant of\r\nbattery. An assault was in progress. The father was leading his\r\ndivision in a charge; as he pressed on in the field, suddenly his\r\neye was caught by the sight of a dead battery-officer lying just\r\nbefore him. One glance showed him it was his own son. His fatherly impulse was to stop beside the loved form and give vent to his\r\ngrief, but the duty of the moment demanded that he should press on in the charge; so, quickly snatching one hot kiss from the dead\r\nlips, he hastened away, leading his command in the assault.\r\nWeeping inconsolably beside a grave can never give back love's\r\nbanished treasure, nor can any blessing come out of such sadness. Sorrow makes deep scars; it writes its record ineffaceably on the\r\n\r\nheart which suffers. We really never get over our great griefs; we\r\nare never altogether the same after we have passed through them as we were before. Yet there is a humanizing and fertilizing influence\r\nin sorrow which has been rightly accepted and cheerfully bome.\r\nIndeed, they are poor who have never suffered, and have none of\r\nsorrow's marks upon them. The joy set before us should shine upon our griefs as the sun shines through the clouds, glorifying them.\r\nGod has so ordered, that in pressing on in duty we shall find the\r\ntruest richest comfort for ourselves. Sitting down to brood over\r\nour sorrows, the darkness deepens about us and creeps into our\r\nheart and our strength changes to weakness. But if we turn away\r\nfrom the gloom, and take up the tasks and duties to which God calls us, the fight will come again, and we shall grow stronger. --J. R.\r\nMiller.\r\nThou knowest that through our tears Of hasty, selfish weeping\r\nComes surer sin, and for our petty fears Of loss thou hast in keeping\r\nA greater gain than all of which we dreamed; Thou knowest that in grasping\r\nThe bright possessions which so precious seemed We lose them; but if, clasping\r\nThy faithful hand, we tread with steadfast feet The path of thy appointing,\r\nThere waits for us a treasury of sweet 'Delight, royal anointing\r\nWith oil of gladness and of strength. --Helen Hunt Jackson.",1783499792050]