The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1889-09-12

there will be an ecstatic thrill and surg
ing OF emotion that beggars all deserip
ton. Lookl They need no introduction
Long ago Christ chose that repentan
sinner, and that repentant sinner chose
Christ. Mightiest moment of an immor.
tai history-the first kiss of Heaven
Jesus and 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, OF
their troubles. See what Heaven has
done for them. So radiant, so gleeful, Sc
transT ortingly lovely. They call you by
name. They greet you with an ardor pro-
portioned to the anguish of your parting
| and the length of your separation. Father
| Mother! There is your child, Sisters
Brothers Friends! I wish you joy. Fol-
years apart, together again in the recep-
! ton room of the old homestead. You see
| they will know you are coming. There
are so many immortals filing all the
| spaces between here and Heaven that
news like that flies like lightning They
will be there in an instant; though they
were in some other world on errand from
God a signal would be thrown that would
| dazed and overawed at their supernal
| splendor, all that feeling will be gone at
their first touch of heavenly sautation,
and we will say: 30 my lost boy" so my
lost companion" 80 my lost friend, ere
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 any thing 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; John
Howard and the prisoners whom he Cos
pelized, and multitudes without number
who, once so weary and so sad, parted GA
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
family. The blood of King Jesus flows
IN our veins, so we have right to enter
the throne room. 1t is no easy thing on
earth to get through even the outside
door OF kings residence. During the
Franco German war, one eventide in the
summer of 1870, stood studying the ex-
quisite sculpturing of the gate of the
Tuilleries, Paris. Lost in admiration of
the wonderful art of that gate | knew
not that was exciting suspicion. Low
erlng my eyes to the crowds of people [
found myself being closely inspected by
governmental officials, who from nv
complexion judged me to be German,
and that for some belligerent purpose 1
might be examining the gates of the
palace. My explanations in very poor
French did not satisfy them and they fol-
lowed me long distances until l reached
my hotel, and were not satisfied until
from my landlord they found that was
only an inoffensiye American.
You see, We are princes and princesses.
Perhaps now we move about incognito.
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.
AyeI we need not wait until then. We
may by prayer and song and spiritual up
lifting this moment enter the throne
room. 0, King, live forever! We touch
the forgiving scepter and PROSTATE our
selves at Thy feeti 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 Ber-
lin 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 I look aud 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
under the great archivolt of Heavens; and
while l watch and wonder they are all
flung in rain of diamonds around the
pierced feet.
Jesus shall reign whereer the sun
Does his successive journeys run,
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore
Till sun shall rise and set no more.
Oh, that throne room of Christ! "In nv
Fathers house are many rooms"
Another room in our Fathers house is
the music room. st. John and other
Bible writer's 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 |
composers and Christian organists and |
Christian choristers and Christian hymn
ologists 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 harmony? l |
can not give you the notes of the first bar |
OF the new song that is sung in Heaven: / |
can not imagine either the solo or the |
toxology. 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 hear?" "Hear what?n ex- |
claimed the bystanders. 1.-THE musicl
Lift me up! Open the windowp' In that |
music room of our Fathers house Won
Will some day meet the old Christian
masters, Mozart and Handel aud Mem
1elsshon and Beethoven, and Doddridge.
whose sacred poetry was as re-
narkable as his sacred prose /
md James Montgomery and William