Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-02-25

cause OF our lukewarmneSs OF eartnly service,
living on one of the back streets OF the celes-
tial city. and clear down at the end of 1t at No.
SUS or 909, or l5U5 while some who had unat-
tractive earthly abodes, and cramped one at
that will, in the heavenly city, be in mouse
fronting
THE ROYAL PLAZA.
right by the imperial fountain, or on the
heights overlooking the River of Life, the
chariots of salvation halting at your door while
those visit you who are more than conqgerors,
and those who are kings and queens unto God
forever. You, my brother, and you, my sister,
who have it SO hard here will have it so fine
and grand there that you will hardly know
yourself and will feel disposed to dispute your
own identity, and the f1rst time see you there
sat down there in'the Brooklyn Tabernacle and
looked incredulous because you thought
it TOO good to be true?" And you
will answer: You were right the half
open your dark saying of despondency and
complaint on my gospel harp and give you Just
one bar of music, for do not pretend TO be
much of a player. THE Lamb which is in the
midst of the throne shall lead them to living
fountains of water, and God shall wipe away
all tears from their eyes," But must CONFESS
am little perplexed how some of you good
because there will be so many there to greet
you and they will all want to shake hands at
once and will all want the first kiss. They will
have heard that you are coming, and they Will
all press around to welcome you and will want
you to say whether you know them after being
SO long parted.
Amid the tussle and romp of reunion Ttell
you whose hand of welcome you had better
first clasp and whose cheek is entitled to the
first kiss. 1t is the hand and the cheek of Him
without whom you would never have cot the re
at all, the Lord Jesus, the darling of the SKIES
as He cries out, 81 have loved thee with an ever
lasting love and the fires could not burn it and
the floods could not drown it," Then you, my
dear people, having no more use for my poor
harp on which l used to open your dark say
ings and whose chords sometimes snapped, de-
spelling the symphony, You will take down your
own harps from the willows that grow by the
eternal water courses and play together those
celestial airs, some of the names of which are
entitled, The King in His Beauty" "The
Land That Far Off" Jerusalem, the Col:
den," "Home Again" "The Grand March of
God I" THE Life Everlasting" And as the
last
DARK CURTAIN OF MYSTERY
is forever lifted it will be as though all the ora
torios that were ever heard had been rolled
into one, and Israel in Egypt" and "Jephtha's
Daughter" and Beethoven's Overture in c."
and Ritter's first sonata in d minor, and the
Creation" and the messiah" had been blown
from the lips of one trumpet, or been invoked
by the sweep of one bow, or had dropped from
the vibrating chords of one harp.
But here 1 must slow up lest in trying to
solve mysteries i add to the mystery that we
have already wondered at; namely, why
preachers should keep on after all the hearers
are tired? So I gather up into one great arm
full all the why's and hows and wherefores of
your life and mine, which we have not had
time or the ability to answer, and write on
them the words adjourned to eternity" l re-
ioice that we do not understand all things
now for if we did, what would we learn in
heaven? If we knew it all down here in the
freshman and sophomore class, what would be
the use of our going up to stand amid the
juniors and the seniors? If we could put down
one leg of the compass and with the other
sweep a circle clear around all the inscrutabes,
if we could lift our little steelyards and weigh
the throne of the Omnipotent, if we could with
our seven-day clock measure eternity, what
would be left for heavenly revelation? So 1
move that we cheerfully adjourn what is now
beyond our comprehension, and, as according
to Rollin, the historian, Alexander the Great.
having obtained the gold casket in which
Darius had kept his rare perfume, used that
aromatic casket thereafter to keep his favorite
copy of Homer in. and called the book, there
fore, the edition of the casket" and at night
he put the casket and his sword under his pill
low, so put this day into the perfumed casket
of your richest affections and hopes this prom
ise worth more than anything Homer ever
wrote or sword ever conquered: what do
thou knowest not now, but thou shalt know
hereafter" and that | call the edition ce-
lestial"