The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1885-09-17
Our Evening Sermon -!


Our Evening Sermon
"Lord, who shall abide in thy taberna-
Gle? Who shall dwell in thy holy hill
PS. 15-1.
In the great race of life amid all the
hurry and excitement of the business
world, and the multiplicity of earthly
cares, one is prone to overlook the great
Importance attached to the temporary eX-
istence upon this earth-the preparation
in the School of Time, for the life of Eter
nifty. To pause, right in the widest of
business life and cares, or household du-
ties, and ask the question propounded in
the Psalm, would indeed be startling.
How may we know who may abide in the
tabernacle of the Lord, in the world of
light beyond. Who of us has been so
faithful as to feel the assurance of that
blessed inheritance? Verify, it is easier
for us to form some idea of who will not,
than who will. There is generally con-
ceded to be room in Gods mansion for all
his creatures. But divine law has demon
strated that there is not, save upon GER
tain conditions.
There is not room in the parlors of So
ciety for the unclean beasts, neither would
the beasts themselves voluntarily go into
such place, preferring the dirt and filth
of the wallow or the field. So there is not
room in the tabernacle of the Lord for
that man who delights to revel in the
fifth of sin. had dream. In sleeping
vision / passed along a crowded street,
the smell whereof was exceedingly often
street-side sat a creature whom History
compelled me to acknowledge was created
by the God of Heaven-though it required
all the force of sacred History to force
down the belief in the presence of the
horrible vision before me. The creature
is putrid, even to the point of being often
sive in smell. Behind stands green
screen, and around it swarm green flies.
Strong, handsome young men came to the
door, and are welcomed by the monster
with the hideous smile which spider
might be supposed to give upon the en-
trance of the fly to the web. They pass
in, and in due time pass out, flushed with
the horrible poison sold by the monster
within. AS the young gmen retire to their
couches at late hour of the night, I see
Christian mothers lift their hearts and
minds and souls to God in earnest suppli-
cation. They are praying for the watch
full care of the Divine parent over their
loved ones. 1 pass back by the bloated
monster, and the green screen, and the
green flies, and the question comes up:
'Is there room in Heaven for hina?" In
voluntarily answer "No!" For man,
or rather beast, who has lived under
the influence of the Internal world, and
the whole trend of whose work has been
in that d1 ection, to be placed in Heaven,
among the purity of the angelic life, would
be the extreme of cruelty. What greater
horror for him has even the old-fashioned
burning lake of birthstone than the dis
ease and horror that are now manifest in
his physical being? And the moral dis
ease is even worse. His soul is being
consumed by the fires of sin, and the very
thought of decency is loathsome to him.
No, nol There is no room for him, and
he will not perhaps occupy the tabernacle
of the Lord
BY the same vision [ behold q creature
i'll the shape Of man creeping along the
en- closure of some private residence. Clan
destinely he meets an innocent girl, all
unsuspecting in her youth and inexper-
ience in the world. Listening to the per-
suasions of her pretended lover, she is at
last brought to that condition of feminine
despair which is far more merciless than
death. Though that man move in the
best circles of what the world calls so
ciety," the question is already answered.
He is not marching toward the holy hill.
His destination is perhaps much nearer
the tropics.
[ see a great strong man-in so far as
brute strength goes-whom God has en-
trusted with the leadership of a family.
A frail woman, worn down by the cares
of children, dares to demonstrate against
some short-coming of the brute, when
she is stricken down in the presence of
her children, as though she were some
dangerous wild beast. That strength
was given that man to be used in pro-
tecting and maintaining those who have
been entrusted to his care. Can this man
find room in the holy hill? We cannot
so understand it. AT least not in his
present moral condition.
[ see a man of pleasing address, who
seemeth to walk uprightly, and who bold
ly admits that he is a righteus man-act
ually confesses it. The little good that
may be worked from his record is care
fully preserved and laid away. Every
thing that is not positively mean, is in
simulated into the notice Of his acquaint-
ances-and some who do not want to be
his acquaintances-on every occasion.
Yet-strange as it may seem-this man
is false prophet, at least he is false. Some
worldly-minded people call him liar.
He makes statements, as it were, not war
ranted by the facts. Figuratively-he
says sit rains" when the sun shines. Or,
he says 'it SHOWS" when the rain falls,
therefore he is not to be believed. Is
there room for this man in the tabernacle
or the holy hill? Not with the present
size and shape of the mouth.
Before the vision dispels [ see man
walking before a church edifice. His
walk is studied. With hands firmly plant
ed beneath the sheltering care of the coat