Your true daughter,
HOSHEBO.
Jesus has seemed to be almost bodily present, taking up these lambs
in his arms; and the mothers have not feared, for they felt sure
that under such a Guardian it was well with their children.
Perhaps bereaved missionary mothers In Persia do not realize how
much their patient suffering has done for their poor Nestorian
sisters. The short lives of those twenty missionary children, who
lie in Persian graves, were a precious offering to Christ. They were
all missionaries, and did not go home till their work was done. Each
one had a place to fill among the instrumentalities employed by the
Master to promote his kingdom in Persia. There was no waste in the
breaking of those alabaster boxes of precious ointment. Nestorian
parents looked on, to learn how to lay their children into the arms
of Jesus, and become more Christ-like themselves. No years of mature
toil have been more blessed than the years of those thus early
called home; and in this truth their bereaved parents may find
abundant consolation. There are influences too deep and silent to be
fully understood; but they are none the less real and powerful; and
the mother who to-day misses the little feet, the loving eyes, and
the pleasant voice, which God had lent to gladden her earthly home
for a season, may rejoice in the assurance that her loving
submission to a Father's hand is teaching a lesson to the people
whom she loves, such as they could never learn from words.
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