Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1888-01-07


are going up from our circles Of earth
to join it-littlo voices to join the
anthcm-ittle hands to take hold in
the great homo circle-littlo feet to dance in
the eternal glee, little crowns to be cast down
before the feet OF Jesus Our friends arc in
two groups-a group this side Of the river
and group on the other side Of tho river.
Now there goes ono from this to that, and
another from this to that, and soon we will
al be gone over How many Of your loved
ones have already entered upon that blessed
place. If Ishould take paper and pencil, do
you think could put them all down. All,
my friends, tho waves of Jordan roar so
hoarsely, 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 child's mother had died, and they
comforted her. They said: "Your mother
has gone to heayen-don't cry" and tho
next day they went to tho graveyard
and they laid tho body of tho mother
down into the ground; and the little girl
canlo up to the verge of the grave, and, look
ing down at the body of her mother, said:
.sIs this heavens" Oh, wo have no idea what
heaven is. 1t is the grave here-it is dark
Mcthinks 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: "Theso are the martyrs
thet 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 Il dying
boy; 81 ain going to see Jesus" Tho mis-
sionary said, "You are sure you will see
him?a Sob! yes; that's what want to so to
heaven for" 'But,n said the missionary,
suppose Jesus should so away from heaven
what thenl II should follow him." said
the dying boz "But ii Jesus went down to
hcll-what then" Tho dying boy thought
for moment, and then said, sWhere Jesus
is there can be no hell!' Oh! 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 so around amid tho
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; VIC cannot imagine
it now, our loved ones seem so far away.
When we arc in trouble and lonesome, they
don't seem to come to us. We go on tho banks
they don't seem to hear. We say, us it well
with the child! Is it well with the loved oncsl"
and we listen to hear if any voice come back
over the water. None! none! Unbelief says,
"They arc dead, and they are annihilated;;"
but, blessed &c God, we have q Bible that
tells us different. We open it and VIC find
they arc neither dead nor annillilated-that
they never were so much alive us now-that
they arc only waiting for our coming, and
that we will join them on the other side OF
the river Oh, glorious reunion! we cannot
grasp it DOW. "Eye hath not seen, nor ear
heard, neither have entered into tho heart of
mai the things which God hath prepared for
them that love him. Oh, what a place OF
explanation it will bel
SEQ every day profound mysteries OF
Providence There is no question we ask
oftener than Why? There are hundreds OF
graves in Greenwood and Laurel Hill that
need to be explained. Hospitals for the
blind and lame, asyluns for the Idiotlc ana
insane, alnnshouses for the destitute, and
world of pain and misfortune that demand
moro than human solution. All God will
clear it oil up. In the light that pours from
the throne no dark mystery can live. Things
now utterly inscrutable will be illumined as
plainly as though the answer were written
on tho jasper wall, or sounded in the temple
anthem. Bartimeus will thank God that he
Yves blind; and Lazarus, that he was covered
with sores; and Joseph, that he was cast into
tho pit; and Daniel, that he dcnncd will, tito
lions; ard Taul that he was humpbackad;
md David that lie was driven from Jcrusl-
lem; and that invalid that for twenty years
he could not lift his head from the pillow;
aud that widow that she had such hard work
to earn bread for her children The song
will be oil the grander for earth's weeping
ewes and aching heads, and exhausted hands,
and scourged backs, and martyred aSonies.
But we can set no idea of the anthem here.
We apr,reciatt. TIE now,er OF secular music.