The national leader., 1889-07-11

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For years apart, together again in the recep-
tion room of the old homestead You see
| they will know you are coming. There are
| so many immortals filling all the spaces be-
tween here and heaven that news like that flies
like lightning. They will be there in an in
slant; though they We're in some other world
i on errand from God signal would be
| thrown that would fetch them. Though you
| might at first feel daZed and overaWed at
their supernal splendOr, all that feeling
will be gone at their first touch of heavenly
salutation, and we will say: 20 my lost boy,n
we here togetherp' What scenes have been
| witnessed in the reception room of the old
homestead! There met Joseph and Jacob
| finding it brighter room than anything 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;
Alfred and George Goldman. the
mystery of the sea at last made manifest;
Luther and Magdalene the daughter he be-
moaned; John Howard and the prisoners
whom he gospelized; and mnltitudes 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 fam
lily. The blood of King Jesus flows in our
veins so we have a right to enter the throne
room It is no easy thing on earth to get
through even the outside door of a Kings
residence. During the Franco German war,
one erentide in the summer of 1870 stood
studying the exquisite sculpturing of the
gate of the Tuileries Paris. Lost in admira-
tiOn of the wonderful art of that gate knew
NOT that T wac nxcitinU cucDin;np T.oxuor
ing my eyes to the crowds of people
found myself being closely inspected by
governmental officials, wh, from my com
plexion judged me to be a German, and that
for some belligerent purpose I might be OK
amining the gates OF the palace. My ex-
plantations in very poor French did not
satisfy them and they followed me long dis
tances until l reached my hotel, and were
not satisfied until from my landlord they
found that was only an inoffensive Ameri-
can. The gates of earthly palaces are care,
fully guarded, and, if so, how much more
severely the throne room. A dazzling place
is it for mirrors and all costly art No
one who ever saw the throne Of the first and
only Napoleon will ever forget the letter N
embroidered in purple and gold on the up
hoistery of chair and window, the letter N
gilded on the WALL the letter N chased on the
chalices the letter N flaming from the cell
ing. What a cOnfagration of brilliance the
throne room OF Charles Emmanuel of SARDINIA,
of Ferdinand of Spain, of Elizabeth of Eng
land, of Boniface of Italy, But the throne
room of our Fathers house hath
glory eclipsing all the throne rooms that ever
saw scepter wave or crown glitter or foreign
Ambassador bow for our Fathers throne is
throne of grace, a throne of mercy, a
throne of holiness, throne of justice a throne
of universal dominion. We need not stand
shivering and covering before it, for our
Father says we may yet one day come up and
fln No l, fl1oko
eth will I grant to sit with Me in My throne'
You see we are Princes and Princesses.
Perhaps now we move about incognito as
Peter the Great in the garb of ship carpen-
ter at Amsterdam, or as Queen Tirzah in the
dress of peasant woman seeking the prophet
for her childs cure but it will be found out
after awhile who we are when we get into :
the throne room. Aye! we need not wait
until then. We may by prayer and
song and spiritI al uplifting this mo-
ment enter the throne room. o King,
live forever! We touch the forgiving
scepter and PROSTATE ourselves 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 Berlin
who have seen the crown on three Emperors.
But wherever the coronets of this world rise
or fall, they are destined to meet in one place.
And look and see them coming from north
and south and east and west, the Spanish
crown, the italian crown, the English crown.
the Turkish crown, the Russian crown the
Persian crown, aye, all the crowns from I'M
dor 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 wher'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run,
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore
TIL sun shall rise and set no more.
Oh, that throne room of Christi sIn nv
Fathers house are manV rooms -
Another room in our Fathers house is the
music room. st. John and other Bible
writers talk so much about the music of
heaven that there must be music there,
perhaps not such as on earth was thrummed
from trembling string or evoked by
touch of ivory key, but if not that then
something better. There are so MANY
Christian harpists and Christian COM
poSerS and Christian OrganiStS and Christian
choristers and Christian hymnoIogists that
have gone up from earth, there must be for
them some place of especial delectation.
Shall we have music in this world of discords
and no music in the land of complete har-
many? cannot give you the notes of the
first bar of tho new song that is sung in
heaven. I cannot imagine either the solo or
the doxology. But heaven means music, and
can mean nothing else. Occasionally that
music has escaped the gate. DR.. Fuller
dying at Beaufort S. c., said: ''Do you
not heare" ''Hear whatp' exclaimed
the bystanderS ''The musici Lift me
up! Open the windowsm In that music-room
OF our Fathers house, you will some day
meet the old Christian masters, Mozart and
Handel and Mendelssohn and Beethoven and
Doddridge, whose sacred poetry was as re-
markable as his sacred prose, and James
Montgomery and William Cowper, at last
got rid of his spiritual melancholy, and
Bishop Heber, who sang of 'Greenland's icy
mountains and India's coral strand;n and
DIR. Raffies who wrote of "High in wonder
realms of light" and Isaac Watts,
who went to visit Sir Thomas Abney
and wife for week but proved himself so
agreeablea guest that they made him stay
thirty six years; and side by side, Augustus
Toplady, who has got over his dislike for