Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1889-07-08

about him in ali the churches and
through all our earthly lifetime will it
be, just for one second to see him. The
most rapturous idea we ever had of him
on sacramental days or at the height of
some great revival or under the uplifted
baton of an oratorio are bankruptcy of
though compared with
THE FIRST FLASH OF HIS APPEARANCE IN
THAT RECEPTION ROOM.
At that moment when you confront
each other, Christ looking upon you and
you looking upon Christ, there will be an
ecstatic thrill and surging of emotion
that beggars all description. Look!
They need no introduction. Long ago
Christ chose that repentant sinner and
that repeatant sinner chose Christ.
Mightiest moment Of an immortal his
tOry-the first kiss of heaven! Jesus
aud the soul. The soul and Jesus
But now into that reception room pour
the glOrified kinsfolk. Enough of earthly
retention to let you know them, but with
out their wounds or their sicknesses or
their troubles. See what heaven has
done for them. So-radiant, so gleeful,
so transportingly lovely. They call you
by name. They greet you with an ardor
proportional to the anguish of you part
ing and the length of your separation.
Father! Mother! There is your child
Sisters! Brothers! Friends! 1 wish you
joy. For years apart, together again in
the reception room Of the old homestead.
You see they viii know you are COM
ing. There are so many immortals
filling all the spaces between here and
heaven that news like that flies like light
ming. They viii be there in an instant;
though they were in some other world on
errand from God a signal would be
thrown that would fetch them Though
you might at first feel daZed and over
awed at their supernal splendor, all
that feeling will be gone at.their first
touch of heavenly salutation and we will
say: go my lost boy - go my lost
companion - go my lost friend, are
we here together?'' What scenes have
been witnessed in that 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; Isabella
Graham and her sailor son Alfred and
George Goodman, the mystery of the sea
at last made manifest; Luther and Mag
dalene, the daughter he bemOaned;
JOuI HOW dIO anu Tue pFiSOutFS WHOM ne
gospeliZed; and multitudes without num-
Der who, once so weary and so sad,
parted on earth but gloriously met i'll
heaven. Among all the rooms of that
house there is no one that more enrap-
lures my soul than that reception room
I'm my Father s house are may rooms -
ANOTHER ROOM IN OUR FATHER IS HOUSE
Is THE THRONE ROOM.
a RI for 1lr
The blood of King Jesus flows in our
veins, so we have 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 eventide in the summer
of 1870, l stood studying the ex-
qulslte sculpturing of the gate of
the Tulleries, Paris Lost in admiration
of the wonderful art of that gate 1 knew
not that L was exciting suspicion. Low
ering my eyes to the crowds of people 1
found myself being closely inspected by
governmental officials, who from my
complexion judged me 10 be a German,
and that for some belligerent pur-
pose l might be examining the gates
of the palace. My explanations
in very poor French did not satisfy them
and they followed me long distances IN
til reached my hotel, and were not sat
isfied until from my landlord they found
that / was only an inoffensive American.
Ehe gates of earthly palaces are carefully
guarded, and if so how much more Sc
verely the throne room A dazzling
place is it for mirrors and all costly art.
No one who ever saw the throne room of
the first and only Napoleon will ever
forget the letter n embroidered in pur-
pie and gold on the upholstery of chair
and window, the letter n gilded on the
wall, the letter n chased on the chalices,
the letter n flaming from the ceiling.
What confiagratiOn of bril- =
lance the throne room of Charles
Emmanuel of SARDINIA, of Ferdinand
of Spain, of Elizabeth of England of
BOniface of Italy. But the throneroom
of our Fathers house hath a glory
eclipsing all the thronerooms that ever
saw scepter wave or crown glitter or for
eign ambassador bow, for our Father s
throne is a throne of grace, throne of
mercy, a throne of holiness, throne of
justice, throne of universal dominion.
We need not stand shivering and COVER
ing before it, for our Father says we may
yet one day come up and sit on 1t beside
him. ''To him that oveTcometh will 1
grant to sit with me in my throne -
va SS6 VIC III pllACGS anu pliECGSsGS.
Perhaps now we move about incogni o,
as Peter the Great in the garb of a ship
carpenter at Amsterdam, or as Queen
TirZah
IN THE DRESS OF PEASANT WOMAN
SEEKING THE PROPHET
for her child s 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 spiritual uplifting this mo-
ment enter the throne room. o King, |
live foreverl We touch the forgiving |
scepter and PROSTATE ourselves at Thy |
feet! The crowns of the royal families |
of this world are tossed about from gen.
GRAFTON 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, |
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