Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1889-07-19

mat ma! repentant sinner chose Christ I
gn'iest moment of an immortal his
sory.the first kiss of Heaven! jesus
anp the soul. The soul and Jesus.
nu. now into that reception room
pour the glorihed kinsfoik. Enough of !
hhn a4 retention to let you know them,
out without their wounds or their sick !
uesses or their troubles. See what
neaven has done for them. Soradiant,
They call you by. name. T6ey greet
you with an ardor proportional to the
anguish of your parting and the length
~. III your separation. Father! Mother!
- rhere is your child. Sisters Brothers!
friends! wish you JOY. For years
apart, together again in the reception
re- OF the old homestead. You see
tney Will know you are coming. There
are SO many immortals filling all the
spaces between here and Heaven that
news like that flies like lightning. They
VIII be there in an instant; though they
we're In some other world on errand
from God signal would be thrown
that would fetch them. Though you
might Mt first feel dazed and overawed
az their supernal splendor, all that feel
heavenly salutation and we will say:
20 my lost boy" 80 my lost companion"
~ 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 fast ed 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 Magdalene, the daughter he
bemoaned; John Howard and the pris-
oners whom he gospelized; and multi
tudes without number who, once so
weary and so sad, parted on earth but
gloricnsly 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
erentide in the summer of 1870, stood
studying the exquisite seulpturing of
the gate of the Tuileries, Paris. Lost
in admiration of the wonderful art of
that gate knew not that was exciting
suspicion. Lowering my eyes to the
crowds of people found myself bein g
closely inspected by government off,
Gals, who from my complexion judged
me to be German, and that for some
belligerent purpose might be examin-
ing the gates of the palace. My expla-
nations in very poor French did not sat
isfy them and they followed me long
distances until reached my hotel, and
were not satisfied until from my land
lord they found that was only an in
offensive American. The gates of
earthly palaces are carefully guarded,
and, if SO, how much more severely the
throne room. A dazzling place is it for
mirrors and oil costly art. No ore who
ever saw the throne room ofthe first and
only Napoleon will ever forget the let
on the upholstery of chair and window,
the letter gilded on the wall, the let
ter N chased on the chalices, the letter
N flaming from the ceiling. What n
confagration of brilliance the throne
room of Charles Emmanuel of Sardinia,
! of Ferdinand of Spain, of Elizabeth of
England, of Boniface of Italy. But the
throne room of our Fathers house hath
o glory eclipsing all the throne rooms
that ever saw scepter wave or crown
glitter or foreign ambassador bow, for
our Fathers throne is a throne of grace,
throne Of mercy, a throne of holiness,
throne of Justice, athrone of universal
dominion. We need not stand SILVER
Sv,rr
Father says We may yet one day come up
and sit on il beside him. "To him that
overcometh will 1 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 carpenter at Amster-
dam or as Queen Tirzah in the dress of
a peasant woman seeking the prophet
for her child's cure: but 1t 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
| moment 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 gem
GRAFTON to generation and from family
L y
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 Span
ish crown, the Italian crown, the En-
I, glish crown, the Turkish crown, the
Russian crown, thy Persian crown, aye,
all the crowns from under the great
archivolt of Heaven; and while watch
and wonder they are all tlungin rain of
diamonds around the pierced feet.
Jesus shall reign wherer the sun
Does His successive journeys run,
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore
Till sun shall lise und set no more.
Oh, that throne room of Christ! I'm my
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 mu-
sic 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 Chris
tian composers and Christian organists
and Christian choristers and Christian