St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-07-05

you VINO USED 10 IE6QucnJ the HOUSE VI UOus
but seldom go there now; you who once
used to pray but never pray now; you who
once sat at the Holy Communion, but take
not the Lords cup now; mean you who
once rejoiced in Christian society, but now
sit amid scoffers. Backslders! Oh, what
suggestive world! Backsliders! From
what have you slid back? You have slid
back from your fathers faith,
from your early good habits. You
have been sliding back from Christ, from
the cross sliding back from heaven. When
man begins to slide he knows not where
he will CO. You have been sliding back
toward darkness. You have been sliding
back toward an unblessed grave, toward a
pretipice, the first ten million miles of
which downward are only small part of
the eternal plunge. You were, perhaps.
professors in the country; you have made
shipwreck in the town. 1t may be that the
club blasted you; it may be that fashion
able society destroyed you; it may be the
kind of wife whom you married. You
have no more hope for heaven now than if
you had lived in Central Aasia and never
heard of Christ and the judgment. Oh,
where is that
BIBLE YOU USED TO READ?
Where is that room where you used to
pray? What have you done with that
Jesus whose voice you once heard? Oh,
murdered hours! Oh. massacred privi-
leges! Oh, dead opportunities! Wake up
now and shrek in that mans ear until he
shall rouse himself from the horrible SOM
nambulism, walking as he does. fast asleep,
within an inch of he'll. Oh, that he might
cry out now: Golden Sabbath, come
back Communion seasons, come back!
Wooings of the Holy Ghost, come back"
But they will not come. Gone! gone! gone!
Sorrow will come. but not they. Oh, that
you might save the few remaining years of
your life and concentrate them to Christ!
have seen sad sights, l have
heard sad sounds. but I tell
you the ghastliest thing outside the gates
Do you not feel like having applied to your
feel like crying out with David: Restore
unto me the joys of thy salyation?" For
great sin, great pardon. For deep wounds,
omnipotent surgery. For deaf ears, di-
vine aurist For blind eyes. a heavenly
oculist. For the dead in sin, the upheaval
of great resurrection. But in the heavenly
world we shall feel the chief restorative
power of religion. This is
A PLANET OF WEEPING
we are living on. We enter upon life with
cry and leave it with a long sigh. If l
could gather up the griefs of this audience
and put them in one sentence and then
utter it, it would make everything between
here and the throne of God shudder and
howl The earth is gashed deep with
graves. AS at the close of the war, some
times we saw regiment of $50 men, the
fragments of the thousand men that went
out so, as l stand before you cannot
but realize the fact that you are
the fragments representing hundreds
of regiments of joyful associations that
have been broken up forever. Oh. this a
world of sorrow! But, blessed be God!
there will he no sorrow in Heaven. The
undertaken will have to have some other
business there. In the summer time oul
cities have bills Of mortality which are
rightful-sometimes, in New York, a
thousand deaths in a week; sometimes ii
has been two thousand in London; but in
that great heavenly city there will be not a
single case of sickness OF death; not one
black dress of mourning, but plenty of
white robes of joy; Misunderstanding of well
come, but none of separation. Why, if one
trouble should attempt to enter Heaven
THE SHINING POLICE
of the city would put it under everlasting
arrest. If all the sorrows of life, mailed
and sworded under Apollyon, should at
tempt to force that gate. one company from
the tower would strike them back bowling
to the pit. There is room in Heaven for all
the raptures that ever knocked at the gate,
but no room for the smallest annoyance,
though slight as a summer insect; doXol-
ogy. but no dirge; banqueting. but no flu
neral baked meats" No darkness at all;
no grief at all; no sickness at all; no death
at all. A soul waking up in that place will
say: "Can it be that 1 am here!
Will my head never ache again? Shall
never say goodbye to loved ones again:
Can it be possible that the stream is past,
that the bank is gained, that the glory is
begun? Show me Jesus that l may kiss
his feet" When the clock of Christian
suffering has run down. it will never be
wound up again. Amid the vineyards Of
the heavenly En-gedi, that will be restora
ton without any relapse. That will be day
without any succeeding night. That will
be 1.-The Saints Everlasting Restr"