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Merton Stacher Rice

"I shall yet praise him."— P«a. 42. 11.
Merton Stacher Rice

"I shall yet praise him."— P«a. 42. 11.

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YETMerton Stacher Rice"I shall yet praise him."— P«a. 42. 11.This is the text in ordinary for thanksgiving.It has furnished the ever recurring basis for ser-mons on thanksgiving all down the years. I wouldin no way seem to criticize such interpretationwhen I dare to wrench it square away from allthat, and set it facing a much more vigorousexpression of life than mere thankfulness. Thereare a multitude of verses in the Bible wherepraise is taught. The spirit of it is everywhere.If you shall turn to your concordance to findthis verse you could only find it by the prominentword used, which is "praise." Who would everlook for "yet''? There are so many yets in theBible you could trace no verse by it. But to methe strong word in this text is "yet." My chief affection for this verse is based upon that per-sistent qualifying word which stands just aheadof praise, there. Yet ! Look at it. Listen to it.What a grip it ha«. How impossible to beat itoflF. How it fans a spai^k to a flame. How itlaughs at persecution. How it goes on throughdiflftculty. How it holds fast in trial. How itglows in darkness. How tireless it is yet ! Yet !Yet! I shall yet praise Him. Take heart, my125126 DUST AND DESTINYfriend, the present must not overwhelm you.To-day must not claim your surrender. Don'tmeasure your life by the little eddy we call, now.Yet! See how far you can look down the ages.You have a long way to go. Thank Ood thePsalmist put this word in here and made so muchmore out of this phrase than it would have been^had he written it, "I will praise him,'' which Icontend now is about all the interpretation ithas ever received. There is strength in "yet,"when you set it doggedly against some of theplaces in life where praise does not seem to comeby nature. It is the spirit we need in our soulswhen opposition which seems so easily fatal toso many, rises against us. It is the stimulantfor hours that hang heavy when God seems faraway. "Yet" looks ahead, and with no reckon-ing of what the distance is that shall yet requirenegotiation, goes on confidently. Maybe I don'tknow much about the souls of folks, but what
little I do know is enough to make certain to methat what this familiar text can contribute tothe world will be done at the point of this littledetermined word. Praise we are willing to give,but to persist in believing always that justifica-tion for praise will certainly arrive even in ourlot, is eternal tonic. This is abounding hopefounded on faith. Unquestioning trust of God.Unfaltering waiting for him. It was that tre-mendous leap of assurance which John BaptistYET 127called out through the trouble of prison andseeming neglect even to his Master and said:^^Art thou he that shall come, or do we look foranother?" That wasn't despondency. That wasa word that was so full of faith that it declaredthat even if Christ failed him, he went on look-ing. I know, my friends, how hard Ufe oftenseems to you to be, but I preach a faith that fixeshope so confidently in our souls that it will for-ever declare, ^^Maybe I can't praise him just now,and here, but I will yet do so.""Here I'U raise mine Ebenezer,(It has surely been hard thus tar,)But I hope by thy good pleasure.Safely to arrive at home."Hope never looks so much like hope as it doeswhen it comes forth strong in a hopeless sort of a place. Over in the prophecy of Hosea it speaksof "a door of hope even in the valley of Achor."The refreshing fact in the much unnoticed pas-sage is, that no one ever expected hope there.I confess that hope isn't hope in the expectedplaces. It takes Achor to furnish a proper set-ting. All the way along the human story Godhas been doing His divine best to write that factto men. O I wish I could preach unfailing hopeinto the hearts of the folks I know. I shall yetpraise Him! When the city of Messina wastumbled down by the rough hands of that earth-quake, and multitudes of dead lay in the ruins128 DUST AND DESTINYdown every toppled street, there came out of itall a story that thrilled the whole world. I waswalking amid the ruins of the city a few days
later and saw the house, and have a picture of the heroic lad. In the tumbling of their homewhich was but one in a solid row of brick build-ings, the timbers so fell as to make a tiny tentover the three children, thus holding the pouringbrick and stone from crushing them at once.Everything had fallen. The dense darknesssettled over them, as they crouched under tonsand tons of brick and stone of the ruins. Certaindeath seemed their lot. But the lad saw at last,as his eyes became used to the darkness, a tinypoint of light. He resolved to follow that spark.With all the genius and patience hope can devisehe set to work to carefully pick away the brick and mortar with his bare fingers. Always thatone tiny spark of light must be preserved. It isa story to challenge admiration. They had afew onions and some olive oil which had tumbledwith them into their strange protection. Forfourteen indescribable days that boy, thirteenyears of age, held faithfully to that ray of light,until at last, with his fingers worn to the bone,and bleeding his young life out on every brick he moved, he broke through into the day anddeliverance. His name, with the two young sis-ters whose deliverance his faithfulness had won,were sent to the whole world, as headline news.YET 129But it was after all a very old story among men,not often worked out in just such a setting, butworked out in experience. The salvation of hope —"In the suburb, In the town.On the railway, in the square,Game a beam of goodness down,Doubling daylight everywhere;Peace now each for malice takes,Beauty for his sinful weeds.For the angel Hope aye makesHim an angel whom she leads."I like to hear about hope. I like to preachabout hope to a world such as this. It is so vital,and so virile. Yes, I mean virile, and that is thesufficient reason for my choosing this text for asermon on hope. "Yet,'' has such a determinedsound, and seems to put such a flavor of con-quest in hope that I like it, for hope has alwaysl?een represented so delicate and non-resistant

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