The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1888-01-13
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John bids rs look again, and We see
thrones; thrones Of the prophets, thrones
OF the patriarchs. thrones OF the 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 thrones!
John bids Us look again and we see the
great procession Of thersdsemed 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. Dispensation tramping
on after dispensation. Glory in the track
OF glory. Europe, Asia, Africa, North and
South America pressing into lines. Islands
Of the sea shoulder to shoulder. Genera.
lions before the flood following genera.
lions 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 flung
out, and al! chimes rung, and all halle
Iujahs chanted, and some cry, "Glory to
God, most high" and some, '.Hosanna to
the son of David" and some. "Worthy is
the Lamb that was slain"-tiil all ex-
clamation Of endearment and homage in
the vocabulary Of Heaven are exhausted,
and there comes up surge after surge of
"Amen, amen, and amen!"
Eye hath not seen it, ear hath not
heard it," Skim from the summer waters
the brightest sparkles, and you will get
no idea Of the sheen of the everlasting
sea. Pile up the splendors OF earthly
cities and they would not make q
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mount to the city of God. Every house
is a palace. Every step triumph. Every
covering Of the head a coronation. Every
meal is banquet. Every strok, from
the tower is wedding bell Every day
is jubilee, every hour q rapture, and
every moment an ecstacy. Eye hath
not seen it, ear hath not heard it."
remark further, we can get no idea on
earth of the reunions of Heaven. II you
have ever been across the seas and met
friend, or even an acquaintance, in some
strange city. you remember how your
blood thrilled and how glad you were to
see him. What will be our joys, after we
have passed the seas of d,ath to most in
the bright city Of the sun those from
whom we have long been separated.
After we have been away from our
friends ten or fifteen years. and we
come upon them, we see how differently
they look. Their hair has turned and
wrinkles have come in their faces, and
we say: allow you have changedw But
oh, when we stand bsfore the throne, all
cares gone from the face, oil marks of
sorrow disappeared, and feeling the joy
Of the blessed land, methinks we will say
to each other, with an exultation we can
not now imagine: Elbow You have
changedw In this world we only meet
in part. 1t is goodbye, goodbye. Fare
wells floating in the air. We hear it at
the raii-car window and at tho steamboat
Children lisp it, and
old age answers It Som stimss we say it
in a light way-''good-bye" and some.
times with anguish. in which the soul
breaks down. Gobd.bye! All! that is
the word that ends the Thanksgiving ban.
quet; that is the word that comes in to
close the Christmas chant. Good bye,
goodbye.
But not so in Heaven. Welcomes in the
air, welcomes at the gates, welcomes at
the house Of many mansiOns-but no good
by. That group is constantly being aug
They are going up from our cir.
cles of earth to join it, little voices to
join the anthem-little hands to take hold
in the great home circle, little feet to
dance in the eternal glee, little crowns to
be cast down before the feet of Jesus.
Our friends are in two groups, q group
this side OF the river. and a group en- 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. If should take paper
and pencil, do you think 1 could
put them all down? All, my friends. the
waves of Jordan roar so hOarsely we can
not hear the joy on the other side when
that group is augmented. It is graves
here, and collins and hearses here. A
little child's mother had died, and they
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 tie mother
Down into the ground; and the little girl
came up to the verge of the grave, and,
looking down at the body of the mother,
said: SIS this Heaven:" Oh. we have no
dea what Heaven is. 1t is the grave
here-it is darkness here-5ut there is
yonder. Metbinks when
! soul arrives some angel takes it
around to show it the wonders Of that
blessed place. The usher angel says to
The newly arrived: ''These are the martyrs
hat persisted at Piedmont; these were
Orn to pieces ut the inqusition; this is
The throne of the great Jehovah; this Is
Jesus" 81 am going to see Jesus," said
dying boy; II am going to see Jesus"
The missionary said: "You are sure you
will see him." ooh! yes; that's what I
want to so to Heaven for" ''But," said
he miss ionary, suppose Jesus should go
way from Heavsn-what Them" Il
hould follow him." said the dying boy.
But il Jesus went down to hell-~hat
hen:" Tho dying boy thought for mo.
nent and then said. "Where Jesus is
here can b. no hell" Oh! to stand
n his presence! That will be Heaven!
)h! to put our hand in that hand
which was wounded for us on the cross
o go around amid the groups OF the re.
leemed, and shake hands with the
prophets, and apostles, and martyrs, and |
With our own dear, beloved ones! That |
will be the great reunion; we can not |
imagine it now, our beloved ones seem so |
ar away. When we are in trouble and |
onesome, they don't seem to como to Us. |
We 60 on the hanks of the Jordan and
all across to them, but they don't seem to |
ear. We say: "Is it we'll with the child: |
5 it we'll with the loved ones:" and we |
isten to hear il any voice comes !
ack over the waters. None! none
Jnbelief says: 'They are dead.
nd they are annihilsted;" but |
lessed be Godi we have . Bible that |
ellis US different. We open it and we
md they are neither dead nor annihilated |
that they never were so much alive as /
ow-that they are only waiting for our
oming, and that We shall Join them on
he other side Of the river. Oh, glorious
eunion! We can not grasp It now.