The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1889-07-19


Christ. Aightiest moment of an immOr-
cal histOry-the first kiss of Heaven!
Jesus and the soul. The soul and Jesus.
But now into that reception room pour
the glorified kinsfOlk. Enough of earthly
retention to let you know them, but with
out their wounds, or their sicknesses, or
their troubles. See what Heaven has
done for them. So radiant, so gleeful, so
transT ortingly lovely. They call you by
name. They greet you with an ardor pro-
portioned to the anguish of your parting
and the length of your separation. Fatherl
Motherl There is your child, Sisters!
Brothers Friends / wish you joy. For
years apart, together again in the recep-
ton room of the old homestead. You see
they will know you are coming. There
are so many immortals filling all the
spaces between hero and Heaven that
news like that flies like lightning. They
will be there in an instant; though they
were in some other world on eTrand from
God signal would be thrown that would
fetch them. Though you might az first feel
daEed and overawed at their supernal
splendor, all that feeling will be gone at
their first touch of heavenly salutatiOn,
and we will say: 80 my lost boy" 80 my
lost companion" ," so my lost friend, are
we here together?" What scenes have
been Witnessed in that reception room of
the old homestead There met Joseph
and Jacob, finding it a brighter room
than any thing they saw in PharaOh's
palace; David and the little child for
whom he once tasted and wept; Mary and
Lazarus after the heartbreak of Bethany;
Timothy and grandmother Lois: Isabella
Graham and her sailor son. Alfred and
George Goodman, the mystery of the sea
at last made manifest; Luther and Mag
dalene, the daughter he bemoaned; John
Howard and the prisoners whom he gOs-
pelized and multitudes without number
who, once so weary and so sad, parted on
earth, but gloriously met in Heaven.
Among all the rooms Of that house there
is no one that more enraptures my soul
than that reception room. In my
Fathers house are many rOOms.'
Another room in our Fathers house is
the throne room. We belong to the royal
family. Tho blood Of King Jesus flows
in our veins. so we have a right to enter
the throne room. 1t is no easy thing on
earth to got through even the outside
door Of a kings residence. During the
FranCO-German war, one eventide in the
summer of 1870, l stood studying the eX-
quisite sculpturing of the gate of the
Tuillerics, Paris. Lost in admiration of
the wonderful art of that gate I knew
h1t that 1 was exciting suspicion. Low
eriEg my eyes to the crowds of people l
found myself being closely inspected by
governmental officials, who from my
complexion Judged me to be q German,
and that fer some belligerent purpose 1
might be examining the gates of the
palace. My explanations in very poor
French did not satisfy them and they fol-
lowed me long distances until reached
my hotel, and were not satisfied until
from my landlord they found that l was
only an inOffenSiVe American,
You see, we are princes and princesses.
Perhaps now we move about incOgnito,
as Peter the Great in the garb OF a ship
carpenter at Amsterdam, or as Queen
Tirzah in the dress Of a peasant wOmSu
seeking the prophet for her child's cure
but it will be found out after awhile who
we are when we get into the throne room.
AyeI we need not wait until then. We
may by prayer and song and spiritual up
lifting this moment enter the throne
room. o, King, live forever! We touch
the fOrgiving scepter and pros trate our
selves at Thy feet! The crowns of the
royal families of this world are tossed
about from generation to generation,
and from family to family. There
are children four years old in Ber-
lin who have seen the crown on three
Emperors. But wherever the coronets of
this world rise or fall they are destined to
them coming from north and south and
east aud west-the Spanish crown, the
Italian crown, the English crown, the
Turkish crown, the Rus ian crown, the
Persian crOwn-ayC, all the crowns from
under the great archivOlt of Heaven; and
while l watch and wonder they are all
flung in rain Of diamonds around the
pierced feet.
Jesus shall reign where'e 'er the sun
Does his success We journeys run,
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore
Till sun shall rise and set no more.
Oh, that throne room of Christ! "In my
Fathers house are many rooms"
Another room IN our Fathers house is
| the music room. st. John aud other
| Bible writer's talk so much about the
music of Heaven that there must be
/ music there, perhaps not such rs on earth
was thrummed from trembling string OF
| evoked by touch Of ivory key, but if no
! that, then something better. There are
/ so many Christian harpists and Chris tiau
! composers and Christian Organists anC
\ Christian Choristers aud Christian hymn
l OlOgists that have gone up from earth
/ there must be for them some place O
| especial delectation- Shall we have musi,
| in this world of diSCords and no music
in the land of complete harmony?
can not give you ths notes of the first ba
] or the new song that Is sung IN Heaven:
can not imagine either the solo or th
doxOlogy. Bat Heaven means music, an,
can mean nothing else. OCCASIONAL,
that music has escaped the gate. DR.
Fuller, dying at Beaufort 8. G.. said
| "DO you not hear?" Hear what?" ex
/ claimed the bystanders. '"The music
/ Lift me up! Open the windowl" IN tha
/ music room OF our Fathers house yo,
/ Will some day meet the old Christian
( masters, Mozart and Handel and Men
/ delsshon and Beethoven, and Doddridge
/ markable as his sacred prose
and James Montgomery and Williar
Cowper, at last got rid of his spiritua
melancholy, and Bishop Heber, who san
Of "Greenland's icy mountains an
India's coral strands" and Or. Raf1es
who wrote of "High in youJer realms O
light" and Isaac Watts, who went t
visit sir Thomas Abney aud wife for
week, but proved himself so agreeable
guest that they made him stay thirty Isl
years; and side by side, Angus stus TOP
lady, who has got over his dislike 70
Methodists, and Charles Wesley, free
from his dislike for Celvanists: an
George w. Bethune, as sweet a song
maker as he was great as a preaohe
and the author OF The ViIlaq
Hymns;" and many who wrote i
verse or song, in church CT BY eventid
cradle, and many who were passionatel
fond of music, but could make non
themselves. The poorest singer thoT
more than any earthly prima donna, an