The Brookhaven leader., 1889-07-18

ton room Of the old homestead. You see
they 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
will be there ia an instant; though they
were in some other world on erraud from
God signal would be thrown that would
fetch them. Though you might at first feel
dazed and oveTawcd at their supernal
splendor, all that feeling will BE- gone at
their first touch OF heavenly sa'utation,
and we will say: 80 my lost boy" 30 my
lost companions" 80 my lost friend, are
we here together?" What scenes have
been witnessed i'm that reception room Of
the old homestead. There met Joseph
and Jacob, finding it q 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 hearthreak 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
daleue, the daughter he bemoaned; John
Howard ard the prisoners whom he Cos-
pelized, All multitudes without number
who, once 50 weary and so sad, parted on
earth, but glOrioUsly met in Heaven.
Among all the rooms of that house there
Is no one that moro euraptures 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. II is no easy thing on
earth to get through even the outside
door of a kings residence. During the
Franco-German war, one eventide i'll tho
summer Ct 1870, stood studying the ex-
qui5ite scflpturing of the gate of the
Tuillerias, Paris. Lost in admiration of
the wonderful art Of that gate I knew
not that | was exciting suspicion. Low
crinC my eyes 10 the crowds of people |
found myself being closely inspected by
governmental officials, who from my
complexion Judged me to he a German,
and that for some beli.crcnt purpose |
might be examining the gates of the
palace. Ny explanations in very poor
French did not satisfy them and they fol-
lowed me long distances until | reached
my hotel, and were not satisfied until
from my landlord they found that l was
only an inotfensive American.
The gates of earthly palaces are care
fully guarded, aud if so how much more
severely 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 for
get the letter embroidered in purple
and gold upon the upholstery of chair and
window, the letter n gilded on the
wall, the letter n chased on the chal-
ices, the letter \ flaming from the CELL
ing. What a c0nHagration OF brilliance
the throne room Of Charles Emmanuel of
Sardinia Of Ferdinand of Spain, of Eliz-
abeth Of England, of Boniface Of Italy.
But the throne room OF our Fathers house
hath q glory eclIpsing all the throne
rooms that over saw sccpter wave or
crown glitter or foreign Ambassador bow,
for our Fathers throne is throne of
grace, u throne Of mercy, a throne Of ho-
Illness, throne Of justice,
throne of universal dominion. We
need not stand shivcring and COVER
ing before it, for our Father says we may
yet one day come up and sit on it beside
Him. "To him that overcometh will l
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 d ship
carpenter at Amsterdam, or as Queen
Tirzah in the dress OF peasant woman
seeking the prophet for hor child'S cure;
but it will be found ont 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 up
lifting this moment enter the throne
room. o, King, live forever! We touch
the fOrgiving sCepter and PROSTATE our
selves at Thy feet! 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 cOrOnots of
this world rise or fall they are destined 70
meet in one place. And / look and see
them coming from north and south and
east and wcst-the Spanish crown, the
Italian crown, the English crown, the
Turkish crown. the Russian crown, the
Persian CrUwn-aye, all the crowns from
under the great archiv0lt of Heaven; and
while l watch and wonder they are all
flung in rain of diamonds around the
pierced feet.
Jesus shall! reign where er the sun
Does his success We journeys run,
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore
TIL sun shall rise and set no more.
Oh, that throne room OF Christ! "In my
Fathers house are many rooms"
Another room in our Fathers house is
the music room. st. John and other
Bible writers 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 Chris tan
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 dedication. Shall we have music
in this world of discords and no music
in the land Of complete harmony? I
can not give you The notes of the first bar
of the now song that is sung in Heaven; |
can not imagine either the solo or the
doxology. But Heaven means music and
can mean nothing else. Occasionally
that music has escaped the gate. DIR.
Fuller, dying at Beaufort, S. c., said:
"Do you not hear?" Hear WHAT" ex-
claimed the bystanders. 'The music!
Lift me MP! Open the Window" Ia that
music room of our Fathers house you
will some day meet the old Christian
masters, Moznrt and Handel and Mem
delsshon and Beethoven, and Doddridge.
whose sacred poetry was as re-
markable as his sacred prose,
and James Montgomery and William