The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1883-02-07
Talmage on Home.

!, Above all take unto your homes thor
ongh Christian principle. Can it b.
that in any Of the comfortable home
, Of my congregation the voice Of prayer
is never heard? 1t is pointed ques
J ton to ask, and therefore ask it. a
, night is there no petition for protection
in the morning no thanksgiving fol
care? Are you raising your childrel
without any incubation Of Christian
} principle? How will you feel at the
Judgment seat Of Christ, when you are
, called to answer for your parental neg
lects? In the 10th chapter Of jeremiah
is the startling prediction that God vii
pour out bis fury upon the families thai
call not upon the Lord. o, parents
when you are under ground, and the
moss has covered the inscription Oh
} your tomb, will your children look back
to q coed, Christian home and father
and mother at momilg and evening
praycr2 VIII they have the everlast.
ng impression Of such 4 scene? As
.hcy take up The old Bible will they sec
in it the marks Of tears Of contrition,
tears Of cousoling promise, wept by eyes
long years gone into darknessy Oh, il
you tram up your children without any
Christian sentiment, without warning
them against evil, without inviting
them to holiness and to God, and they
60 Of afterwards into lives Of dissipa
ton and lnflclity aad maze shipwrecks
Of their immortal interests, on then
deathbcd aud at the judgment they viii
cure you. Seated by the register OF
stove at night, your children around
you, how II the startling characters there
should come out on the wall the history
Of your loved ones? What history
The mortal and immortal history Of
your children Every parent with his
hand is writing out the history Of his
children, composing it into song, or
pointing it with groan. My mind
runs back to ore Of the best Of early
homes. Prayer Ike roof over il ;
peace Ike an atmosphere in il; parents
the pcrsonilcation of faith in trial and
hope in darkness The two pillars OF
that home years ago fell into the dust /;
but shall | ever forget that home
Yes; when the flower forgets the sun
that warmed it. Yes; when the ma
rincr forgets the star that guided him.
Yes; when love dies on the hearts al
tar, and memory emptics its urn into
iorgetiulness Then, home of my child
hood, | will forget thec-thc family al
tar Of n fathers importantly and mo-
theirs weeping, the voices of affection,
the funerals of our dead, the Sabbath
twlllghts which we're the pearly shore of
Sabbath days, father and mother with
lnlerluckcd arms like INTERVIEWING
branches Of trees, making perpetual
bower Of love and peace. Not iii then,
home Of my childhood, | will forget
thee.
Once more I want to speak Of home
as type Of heaven. At the best es-
tate, my friends, we are only pilgrims
and strangers; heaven is to be our cter-
nal home. Death will never knock Mt
the door Of that mansion, and in all
that land there will not be single
grave. Aged parents rejoice very
much ON Christmas day when they have
their children at home, but there is al.
most always n son or daughter absent
-abscnt from the country; perhaps
absent from the world. But oh how
our heavenly father will rejoice in the
long Thanksgiving Day of heaven,
when he has all his children with him
in glory How glad brothers and sis
tiers will be To meet after so long sep
arotion. Perhaps score of years ago
they parted ut the door of the tomb.
Now they meet again It the door of i'm
mortality. Once they looked through a
glass darkly; now, face t. face, corrup.
non lncorrnption-morIalty immortal
'y' Where are now all their tempta.
tons and sorrows and trials +? Over !
whclmcd in the Red sea of death, while
they, dryshod, marched into glory. |
,tales OF Jasper, capstonc of amethyst,
thrones Of dominion do not so much af. |
.oct my soul as the thought Of home
Once there, let earthly sorrows howl
like storms and roll lik, seas. Home!
Let thrones rot and empires wither.
Home! Let the world die in earth
quake struggles, and be buried amid
procession Of planets and dirge Of
spheres. Home! Nosorrow, no crying,
10 tears, no death Home with each
'iher Home with angclsl Home
With God! Home
One twilight after | had been PLAYING !
With the children for some time, | laid
own on the lounge to rest, The chill
rem said, "Play more" Children al.
avs want to play more. And, half
sleep and half awake, | seemed to I
ream this dream: 1t seemed to me =,
as in fur distant land-not Persia, !
Though more than Oriental luxuriance |
owned the cities; not the tropics, al !
iiough more than tropical fruitfulness /
lied the gardens; not Italy, although c
'ore than Italian softnoss filed the air c
md l wandered around, looking for |
horns and nottles, but found none of {
hem grew there. And / walked forth
nd saw the sun rise, and | said, when
I'LL it set again. And the sun sank
ot' And | saw all the people in holt
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