Arranged by
I have read of the fishermen, on some of the lonely coasts, this pleasant fact. The men go out in their boats to fish, while the women stay at home. Then sometimes, while the boats are out, fogs and vapors gather, hiding sun or stars, so that the men do not know which way to pull their boats to get homeward. At such times the women and the children come down close to the shore and sing their household songs. Far away on the waters, bewildered and perplexed, not knowing which way to turn to find their home, the husbands, fathers, and brothers hear the music as it floats out to sea. All their bewilderment instantly vanishes. They know now where home is, and taking up their oars they ply them with vigor, answering back meanwhile in songs of their own, which tell their loved ones on the shore that they are coming.
Is not something like this true of many lives on earth? They are perplexed and sorely tried in this world of sin and sorrow. They do not know which way to go. But they have loved ones at home in glory; and these seem to speak out of the silences and to sing their songs on heaven’s coasts, while their friends on earth move in the mists. They would help guide you in safety home. Oh, you fathers and mothers of children in heaven; you children of parents in heaven; all who have loved ones there, listen, and you will hear voices calling to you in glory.