Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1889-10-31

VINO SET IL there. -OP' 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, think, must have
set that light there" No; guess again.
You say: my darling little child, that
| last summer 1 put away for the resurrec-
ton, 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. o, when my sight gets
! black in death put on my eyelids that
sweet ointment When in the last weari-
ness l can not take another step, just help
me put my foot on that doorsilL When
my ear catches no more the voice of wife
and child let me go right in to have my
deafness cured by the stroke of the harp
ers whose fingers fly over the strings with
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. hut are hidden
because God keeps down the Eatches-
those internal fires will after awhile break
through the crust, and the plains, and the
mountains and the seas will be consumed,
and the flames will hIrg their long arms
into the skies; but ali the terrors of a
burning world will do no more harm to
that heavenly temple than the fires of the
setting sun which kindle up the window
glass of the house on yonder hill top.
o, blessed land! But do not want to
go there until l see the Brooklyn Taber-
nacle rebuilt
How did the Iraelites get through the
Red sea? l suppose somebody may have
come and said: There is no need of
trying, you will get your feet wet,
you will spoil your c!othe:, you will
drown yourselves. Whoever heard of
getting through such a sea as that?" How
did thew get through it? Did they go
hack? No. Did they go 10 the right! No
Did they go TO the left? No. They went
forward in the strength of the Lord AL
mighty and that is the way we mean to
get through the Red sea- By going for
ward. Bat says some one: IF we should
build larger church would you be able
with your voice 10 fill it," Why, have
been wearing myself out for the last six
teen years in trying to keep my voice in.
Give me room where 1 can preach the
glories of Christ and the grandeurs of
Heaven.
Forward! We have to march on break
ing down all bridges behind us, making
retreat imposs bIe. Throw away your
knapsack if it impedes your march.
Keep your sword arm free. Strike for
Christ and His kingdom while you may.
No people ever had better mission than
you are sent on. Prove yourselves worthy.
If am not fit 10 be your leader set me
aside. The brightest goal on earth that
l can think of is a country parsonage
amidst the mountains. But l am not
afraid to lead you. have some dollars;
they are all at your disposal Ihave good
physical health; it is yours as long as it
lasts l have enthusiasm of soul; will
not keep it back from your service. !
have some faith in God and shall direc5
it toward the rebuilding of our new spirit
ual house. Come on, then; l will lead
you.
Come on, We aged men, not yet passed
over Jordan! Give US one more lift before
you go into the promised land. You men
in middle life. harness all your business
faculties 10 this enterprise. Young man,
put the fire of your soul into this work
Let women consecrate their persuasive
ness and persistence to This cause, and
they will be preparing benedictions for
their dying hour and everlasting rewards;
and if Satan really did burn that taber-
nacie down, as some say he did, he will
find it the poorest job he ever undertook.
Good-by old tabernacle. 1 put my
fingers to nv lip and throw kiss to the
departed church. In the last dav may
we able to meet the songs there sung and
the prayers there offered and the sermons
there preached. Goodbye, old place,
where some of us first felt the Gospel
peace and others heard the last message
ere they fed away into the skies!
Goodbye, Brooklyn tabernacle of 1871
But welcome our new church. Il SIS
it as plainly as though it were already
buil)! Your gates wider. your songs
more triumphant, your ingatherings more
glorious. Rise out of the ashes and crest
our waiting vision! Burst on our souls,
o day of our church's resurrection By
your affairs may we be prepared for the
hour when the fire shall try every mans
work of what sort it is. Welcome, Brook
lyn Tabernacle of 1891!