Parentage Of The Shower
T. DeWitt Talmage
Job, 38: 28: " Hath the rain a father?"
This book of Job has been the subject of un- bounded theological wrangle. Men have made it the ring in which to display their ecclesiastical pugilism. Some say that this book of Job is a true history; others, that it is an allegory; others, that it is an epic poem; others, that it is a drama. Some say that Job lived eighteen hundred years before Christ; others say that he never lived at all. Siome say thnat- tlhe author of this book was Job; others, David; others, Solomon. The discussion has landed some in blank infidelity.
Now, I have no trouble with the book of Job or the Revelation-the two most mysterious books in the Bible-because of a rule I adopted- some years ago. I wade down into a Scripture passage as long as I can touch bottom, and when I cannot then I wade out. I used to wade in until it was over my head, and then I was drowned. I study a passage of Scripture so long as it is a comfort and help to my soul; but when it becomes a perplexity and a spiritual upturning, I quit. In other words, we ought to wade in up to our heart, but never wade in until it is over our head. No man should ever expect to wade across this great ocean of divine truth. I go down into that ocean as I go down into the Atlantic Ocean at East Hampton, Long Island, just far enough to bathe; then I come out. I never had any idea that with my weak hand and foot I could strike my way clear over to Liver- cannot fathom, there is much that is beautiful and suggestive, and these passages we take for our instruc- tion and comfort. One of these I have chosen for my text.
I suppose you understand your family genealogy. You know something about your parents, your grand- parents, your great-grandparents. Perhaps you know where they were born, or where they died. Have you ever studied the parentage of the shower? "Hath the rain a father?" This question is not asked by a poetaster or a scientist, but by ...
T. DeWitt Talmage
Job, 38: 28: " Hath the rain a father?"
This book of Job has been the subject of un- bounded theological wrangle. Men have made it the ring in which to display their ecclesiastical pugilism. Some say that this book of Job is a true history; others, that it is an allegory; others, that it is an epic poem; others, that it is a drama. Some say that Job lived eighteen hundred years before Christ; others say that he never lived at all. Siome say thnat- tlhe author of this book was Job; others, David; others, Solomon. The discussion has landed some in blank infidelity.
Now, I have no trouble with the book of Job or the Revelation-the two most mysterious books in the Bible-because of a rule I adopted- some years ago. I wade down into a Scripture passage as long as I can touch bottom, and when I cannot then I wade out. I used to wade in until it was over my head, and then I was drowned. I study a passage of Scripture so long as it is a comfort and help to my soul; but when it becomes a perplexity and a spiritual upturning, I quit. In other words, we ought to wade in up to our heart, but never wade in until it is over our head. No man should ever expect to wade across this great ocean of divine truth. I go down into that ocean as I go down into the Atlantic Ocean at East Hampton, Long Island, just far enough to bathe; then I come out. I never had any idea that with my weak hand and foot I could strike my way clear over to Liver- cannot fathom, there is much that is beautiful and suggestive, and these passages we take for our instruc- tion and comfort. One of these I have chosen for my text.
I suppose you understand your family genealogy. You know something about your parents, your grand- parents, your great-grandparents. Perhaps you know where they were born, or where they died. Have you ever studied the parentage of the shower? "Hath the rain a father?" This question is not asked by a poetaster or a scientist, but by ...
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