Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1889-10-24

wound. 1t was sympathy going out to
ward an Object most necessitious and one
that he could easily understand And so
it is with Christ; though wounded all over
Himself, He hears the cry of our repent
ance. the cry Of our bereavement the cry
of our poverty, the cry of our wretched-
ness, and He says: Il must go and help
that soul :" and He rolls over with wounds
in head, wounds in hands, wounds in feet
toward US, until he comes just where we
are weltering in our own blood, and He
puts His arm over us-and l see it is a
wounded hand-and as He throws His
arm over us 1 hear Him say: II have
loved thee with an everlasting love"
Again. we must look to Chri st as our
final rescue. We can not with these eyes,
however good our sight may be, catch q
glimpse of the heavenly land for which
our souls long. But have no more doubt
that beyond the cold river there Is place
of glory and OF rest than we have that
across the Atlantic ocean there is another
continent But the heavenly land and
this land stand in mighty contrast.
This is barrenness and that verdura.
These shallow streams CT earth which g
thirsty OK might drink dry or a mules
hoof trample into mire compared with the
bright crystalline river from under the
throne, on the banks of which RIVER the
armies of Heaven may rest, and into
whose clear food the trees of life dip their
branches.
These instruments of earthly music, so
easily racked into discard, compared with
The harps that thrill with eternal raptures,
and the trumpets that are so musical that
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which we go painting in summers heat CT
shivering in winters cold and the poor
man carries his burden and the vagrant
asks for aims. and along which shuttle the
feet of pain and want and woe compared
with those streets that sound forever with
the feet of joy and holiness, and those
walls made out of all manner of precious
stones, the light intershot with reflections
from jasper and chrysolite and topaz and
sardonyx and beryl and emerald and
chrysoprasus.
o, the contrast between this world,
where we struggle with temptation that
will not be conquered, and that world
where it is perfect joy, perfect holiness
and perfect rest! Said little blind child:
Mamma, will l b. blind in Heaven" 80,
no. my dear" replied the mother, you
won't be blind in Heaven" A little lame
child said: Mamma, will l be lame in
Heaven?" No." she replied, you won't
be lame in Heaven" Why, when
the plainest Christian pilgrim arrives
at the Heavenly gate it opens to
him, and as the angels come down
to escort him in, and they spread the
banquet, and they keep festival over
the august arrival, and Jesus comes with
a crown and says, ''Wear this" and with
palm and says: "Wave this, and points
to a throne and says: Mount this" Then
the old cit zens of Heaven come around to
hear the newcomers recital of denver
ance wrought for him and as the newly
arrived soul tells of the grace that par
doned and the mercy that saved him. all
the inhabitants shout the praise Il the
King, crying: praise Him! Praise
Him!'
Quaint John Bunyan caught glimpse
of that contamination when he said:
Just as the gates were opened to let in
the man. l looked in after them and be-
hold the city shone like the sun; the
streets were also paved with gold and in
them walked many men with crowns on
their heads and golden harps 10 sing
praises withal. And after that they shut
up the gates, which, when l had seen,
wished myself among them"