The Nicodemus cyclone. [volume] (Nicodemus, Graham County, Kan.) 1887-1888, 1888-01-05

throneB thrones of the prophets thrones of
the patriarchs thrones of tile angels, thrones
| of the apostles, thrones OF the martyrs; throne
| of Jesus-thrOne Of God; And we turn round
TO see the glory and it is thrOnes Thrones !!
| ThrOnesi
John bids us look again and we see the
great procession of the redeemed passing;
Jesus, on white horse, leads the march, and
all the armies of heaven following on white
| horses. Infinite cavalcade passing, passing
| empires pressing into line, ages following
ages. DlspenSatiOn tramping on after dispen-
sation. Glory in the track of glory. Europe,
Asia, Africa, North and South America press
ing into line Islands of the sea shoulder to
shoulder. Generations before the flood, fol-
| lowing generations after the flood and as
Jesus rises at the head of that great host and
waves His sword in signal of victory, all crowns
are lifted, and all ensigns slung out, and
| all chimes rung, and all hallelujahs chanted,
and some cry, ''GlOry to God most high" and
some, "Hosanna to the son of David" and
| some ''WOrthv is the lamb that was slain"-
| till all EXPLANATIONS of endearnent and hom-
age in the vocabulary of heaven are exhaust
ed, and there comes up surge after surge of
"Amenl Ament and Amen!"
| Eye hath not seen it, ear hath not heard
| It," Skim from the summer waters the bright
est sparkles, and you will get no idea of the
sheen of the everlasting sea. Pile up the splen-
doris of earthly cities and they would not make
stepping stone by which you might mount to
the city of God. Every house is a palace
Every step triumph. Every covering of the
| head coronation. Every meal is a banquet
| Every stroke from the tower is a wedding
| bell. Every day is jubilee, every hour a
| rapture, and every moment an ecstasy. "Eye
hath not seen it, ear hath not heard it,"
REUNIONS FULL OF BLISS
remark further we can get no idea on
earth of the reunions of heaven. If you have
ever been across the seas and met friend, or
q in nT nif
you remember how your blood thrilled and
how glad you were to see him What will be
our JOY after we have passed the seas of death
to meet in the bright city Of the sun those
from Whorp we have long been separated.
Alter we have been away from our friends
ten or fifteen years and we come upon them
we see how differently they look. The hair
has turned and wrinkles have come in their
faces, and we say, "HOw you have change1p'
But q, when we stand before the throne, all
cares gone from the face, all marks of sorrow
disappeared and feeling the JOY of that bless
ed land, methinks we will say to each other
with an exultation we can not now imagine,
How you have changedp' In this world
we only meet to part. 1t is good-by,
good-by. Farewels floating in the air We
hear it at the rail-car window a1d at the
steamboat wharf-gOOd-by. Children lisp it,
and old age answers it. Sometimes we say it,
in a light way-'good- by" and some
times with anguish in which the soul breaks
down. Good by! All! that is the word that
ends the thanksgiving banquet; that is the
word that comes in to close the Christmas
chant. Good by, good by. But not so in
heaven. Welcomes in the air, welcomes at the
gates, welcomes at the house Of many man
s1ons-but no good b.. That group is con-
stantly being augmented. They are going up
from our circles of earth to ion it-littIe
voices to join the anthem-little hands to
take hold in that great home circle-little feet
to dance In the eternal glee-ltLle crowns to
be cast down before the feet of Jesus. Our
friends are III two grOups-a group this side
OF the river, and group on the other side of
the river. Now there goes one from this to
that, and another from this to that, and soon
we will all be gone over. How many OF your
loved ones have already entered upon that
blessed place. II | should take paper and
pencil do you think I could put them all
down?
THE TWO LIVES CONTRAsTED.
All, my friends. the waves of Jordan roar so
hoarselv we cannot hear the JOY on the other
side when that group is augmented. 1t is
graves here, and collins and hearses here. A
little chfld's mother had died, and they COM
forted her They. said: "Your mother has
gone to heaven-don't cry;" and, the next
day they went to the graveyard, and they laid
the body of the mother down into the ground;
and the little girl came up to the verge Of the
grave, and, looking down at the body of her
mother, said: SIS this heavenP O! we have
no idea what heaven is. 1t is the grave here
it is darkness here-but there is merrymal-
ing yOnder. MethinKs when a soul arrives,
some angel takes it around to show it the
wonders of that blessed place. The usher
angel saws to the newly arrived: "Ihese are
the martyrs that persisted at Piedmont; these
were torn to pieces at the inquisitiOn;
this is the throne of the great Jehovah;
this is jesus 81 am going to see Jesus.''
said dying boy; "I'm going to see Jesus"
The missionary said: "You are sure YOU will
see Him?" O! yes; that's what | want to go
to heaven for" 'But," said the missionary,
what then3" 81 should follow Him. ''said the
dying boy ''But if Jesus went down to hell
what then!" The dying boy thought for a
moment, and then said: ''Where Jesus is
there can be no hell" O! to stand in His
presence! That will be heaven! Oh to put
our hand in that hand which was wounded
for us on the crOss-to go around amid the
groups of the redeemed, and shake hands
with the prophets, and apostles, and martyrs,
and with our own dear, beloved Onesl That
will be the great reunion; we cannot imagine
1t now, our loved ones seem so far away.
When we are in trouble and lonesome, they
don't seem to come to us. We go on the
banks Of the Jordan and call across to Them
but they don't seem to hear We say, is it
well with the child! is it we'll with the loved
Ones" and we listen to hear if any voice
comes back over The waters. None! none
Unbelef says, "Ihey are dead, and they are
aunihilated," but blessed be God! we have a
Bible that tells us different We open it and
we find they are neither dead nor annihilated
that they never were so much alive as now
that they are only waiting for our coming, and
that we shall Join them on the other side of
the river. o, glorious reunion we can not
grasp it now. Eye hath not seen, nor ear
heard, neither have entered into the heart of
man the things which God hath prepared for
them that love Him" o what place of ex-
PLANTATION it will be
THE MYSTERIES OF PROVIDENCE
see every day profound mysteries of Pro7-
idence. There is no question we ask ofteuer
than why! There are hundreds Of graves in
Greenwood and Laurel Hill thar need to be
explained. Hospitals for the blind and lame,
asyiums for the idiotic and insane. aims
houses for the destitute, and a world Of pain
and misfortune that demand more than hui
man solution. All! God will clear it all up In
the light that pOurs from he throne, DO dark
mystery can live. Things now utterly lnscru-
table will be illumned as plainly as though the
answer were written on the jasper wall. or
sounded IN the temple anthem. Bartimeus
will thank God that he was blind, and Lazarus
that he was covered with sores and Joseph
that he was cast into the pit, aud Daniel that
he denned with lions and Paul that be was
humphacked, and David that be was driven
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