Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1888-12-21
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again.
Oh, the joy Of meeting our brother,
Joseph-Jesus! After We have talked
about Him for ten, or fifty, or seventy
years, to talk with Him, and to clasp
hands with the hero Of the ages;. not
crouchingas underlings in His presence,
but as Jacob and Joseph, hug each other.
We will want some new term by which
to address Him. On earth We call Him
Saviour, or Redeemer,. or Friend; but
when We throw our arms around Him in
everlasting embrace, we will want some
new name of endearment. can think
of what We shall do through the long
ages of eternity, but what We shall do
the first minute 1 cannot guess. In the
first flash of his countenance, in the first
rush of our emotions, what We shall de
/ cannot imagine. Oh, the overwhelm-
ing glory of the first sixty seconds in
Heaven! Methinks we will Just stand,
and look and look and look.
The Kings wagon took Jacob up to
see his lost boy, and so really think
that the Kings wagons will take as up
to see our lost kindred. How long is it
since Joseph went out Of your house
Christmas. or the 14th of next month?
1t was q dark night when he died, and
stormy day it was at the burial; and the
clouds wept with you. and the winds
sighed for the dead. The bell Mt Green
woods gate rang only few moments,
but your heart has been tolling, tolling.
ever since. You have been under de-
fusion, like Jacob of old. You have
thought that Joseph was dead. You put
his name first in the birth record of the
family Bible, and then you put it in the
you have been deceived. Joseph is yet
alive. He, is more alive than you are.
OF all the sixteenthousand millions of
children that statisticians say have gone
into the future world, there is not one
of them dead, and the Kings wagons
will take you up to see them. You often
think how glad you will be to see them.
Have you never thought, my brother, my
sister, how glad they will be to see you,
Jacob was more glad to see Joseph than
Joseph was to see Jacob. Every time the
door in Heaven open, they look to see il it
isyou coming in. Joseph, once standing
in the palace, burst out crying when he
thought of Jacob-afar off. And the
Heaven of your little ones, will not be
fairly begun until you get there. All
the kindnesses shown them by immortals
will not make them forget you. There
they are, the radiant throngs that went
out from your homes! Throw kiss to
the sweet darlings. They are all we'll
now in the palace. The crippled child
has sound foot now. little lame
child says: Ma, will I be lame in
Heaven2" NO, my darling, You won't
says: MA, will be sick in Heaven?"
ho oh in
Heaven" A little blind child says:
ma, will be blind in Heaven?' 'No,
my dear, you won't be blind in Heaven!"
They are all we'll there.
In my boyhood, for some time We lived
three miles from church, and on stormy
days the children staid at home, but
father and mother always went to
church; that was habit they had. On
those stormy Sabbaths when We staid
at home, the absence of our parents
seemed very much. protracted; for the
roads were very bad, and they could not
get on very fast. So we would go to the
coming, and then We would go at half
past IL to see if they were coming, and
at quarter to and then at o'clock.
After while, Mary, OF David, or De
Witt would shout: The wagons COM
ing!" and then We would see it wind
ing out of the woods, and over the brook,
and through the lane,and up in front of
the old farmhouse; and then We would
rush out, leaving the doors wide open,
with many things to tell them, asking
them many questions. Well, my dear
brethren, think We are many of us in
the Kings wagons, and We are on the
way home. The road is very bad, and
We get on slowly; but after awhile We
will come winding out of the woods,
and through the brook of death, and up
in front of the old heavenly homestead;
and our departed kindred, who have
been waiting and watching for US, will
rush out through the doors and over the
lawn, crying: THE wagons are COM
ing! the Kings wagons are coming!"
Hark! the bell of the city hall strikes
-. Twelve o'clock on earth, and like.
wise it is high noon in Heaven.
Does not the subject of to-day take
the gloom out of the thoughts that
would otherwise be struck through with
midnight? We used to think that when
we died we would have to go afoot, sag
ging down in the mire, and the hounds
of terror might get after US, and if we
got through into Heaven at all we would
come in torn, and wounded, and bleed
ing. remember when my teeth chat
tered and my knees knocked together
when heard anybody talk about death:
but I have come to think that the grave
will be the softest bed I ever slept in,
and the bottom of my feet will not be
wet with the passage of the Jordan.
Them that sleep in Jesus will God
bring with Him.
Twas reading of Robert Southey, who
said he wished he could die far away
/ from his friends-like q dog, crawling
into corner and dying unobserved.
Those were his words. Be it ours to die
in couch surrounded by loved ones, SO
that they with us may hear the glad,
sweet, jubilant announcement: Tho
Kings wagons are coming" Hark!
hear them now. Are they coming for
you or me?
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