Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1889-11-02

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OF Christians. / thank God / never
have been tempted TO do IL, cannot
be a seetarian. / have been told l
ought TO be, and l have tried to be, but
l have not enough material in me to
make such a structure. Every time
| get the thing most done, there
comes q fire, or something else,
and all is gone. The angels of
God shake out on this air. 'Glory to
God in the highest, and on earth peace,
good will toward men" do not know
but I see on the horizon the first CLEAN
Of the morning which shall unite all de-
nominations in one organization, dis
tinguished only by the locality as in
apostolic times. 1t was then the Church
OF Thyatira, and the Churce Of Thes-
~salonica. and the Church Of Antioch. and
the Church of Laodicea. So / do not
know but that in the future history,
and not far of either, 1t may be simply
a distinction of locality, and not of
creed, as the Church of New York, the
Church Of Brooklyn, the Church of Bos-
ton, tho Church of Charleston, the
Church Of Madras, the Church of Con-
stantinople, the Church of America.
My dear brethren, we cannot afford TO
DS 5CFCHtRN afftlCu. otdud1nk III AEpll
of the great foes of our common Chris.
tianity, we want to put on the whole
armor OF God aud march down in solid
column, shoulder to shoulder! one com-
mander! n triumph!
The trumpet gives O martial strain
q Israel, grid thee for the fight;
Arise, the combat 10 maintain;
Arise, and put thy foes to flight.
W. - - -.
thought that we are on the way to a
heaven that can never burn down.
Fires may sweep through other cities
but am glad to know that the new
Jerusalem is tireproef. There will be
no engines rushing through those
streets; there will be no temples con-
sumed in that city. Coming 10 the
doors of that church, we will find them
open, resonant with songs, and not
cries OF fire. On my dear brother and
sister! il this short lane of life comes
up 80 soon to that blessed place, what is
CHE use Of our worrying? have felt a
TODD many times this last week like
Father Taylor, the sailor preacher. He
got in a long sentence while he was
preaching one day, and lost himself,
and could not find his way out of the
sentence. He stopped and said:
Brethren, I have lost the nominative
Of this sentence, and things are gen.
orally mixed up, but l I'm bound for the
kingdom anyhow"
And during this last week, when I
saw the rushing to and fro and the ex-
element, / said to myself, Il do not
know Just where we shall start again,
but I am bound for the kingdom, any
how" do not want to 60 just yet. I
want TO be pastor of this people untilI
am about 50 years Of age, but / have
sometimes thought that there are such
glories ahead that I may be persuaded
to go q little earlier-for instance at So
or SO; but l really think that, IL we
could have an appreciation Of what God
has In reserve for as, we would want to
GO, stepping right out OF the Academy
of Music into the glories Of the skies-
All! that is a good land. Why, they
tell me that in that land they mover
have a heart ache. They tell me that a
man might walk 500 years in
that land and never see a tear
or hear a sigh. They tell me that our
friends who have left us and gone
there, their feet are radiant as the sun,
and that they take hold of b hand OF
Jesus Familiarity, and that they open
that hand and see in the palm Of il a
healed wound that must have been very
cruel before Ii was healed. And they
tell me that there is no winter there,
and that they never get hungry or cold,
and that the sewing girl eve wsdes
through the snow bank to her daily toll,
and that the clock strikes twelve
for tho night, but only twelve for the
day.
See that light in the window. / won
der who set il there. ''Ohr' you say,
my father that went into glory must
have set that light in the window" No:
guess again. my mother, who died
fifteen years ago in Jesus, l think must
have set that light there" No; guess
again. You say, 'My darling little
child, hat last summer I put away
for the resurrection, I think she
must have set that light there in
the window. No; guess again. Jesus
set it there; and he will keep it burning
until the day we put our finger on the
latch of the door and go in to be at
home forever. Oh! when my sight gets
black In death, Put on my eyeltds that
sweet ointment. When in the last
WEAKNESS I cannot take another step,
just help me put my foot on that door
sill. When my ear catches no more the
voices of wife and child, let me 20 right
in, to have my deafness cured by the
stroke Of the har2ers whose fingers fly
over the ssriags nth the anthems Of the
free.
Heaven never burns down! The
fires of the last day, that are already
kindled in the heart of the earth, but
are hidden because God keeps down
the hatches-those internal fires viii
after a while freak through the crust,
AID the plains, and the mountains, and
tho seas will be consumed, aud the
flames viii fling their long arms into
the skies; but all the terrors of o burn
ing world will do no more harm to that
heavenly temple than the fires Of the
setting sun which kindle up the window
glass on yonder hill top. On, blessed
land! But / do not want 70 90 there
until l see the Brooklyn tabernacle re-
rebuilt. You say. Win it be-" You
might as well ask me IL the sun will
rise tomorrow morning. or IL the next
spring will put garlands on its head.
You and 1 may not do it-you aud I may
not live to see it; but the Church of God
does not stand on two legs nor on a