The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1889-07-17

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
proportioned to the anguish of your part
ing and the length OF your separation.
Father! Mother There is your child.
Sisters Brothers. Friends! l wish you
| JOY. For years apart, together again in
the reception-room of the old homestead.
| lou see they will know you are coming.
There are so many immortals filling all
| the space 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 signal would be thrown that would
| fetch them. Though you might at first
| feel daZed and overawed at their supernal
| splendor, all that feeling will be gone at
their first touch Of heavenly salutation
and we will say: "Oh, my lost boy"
"Oh, my lost companion ~ 'Oh, my lost
friend, are we here together" What
scenes have been witnessed in that re-
| ception-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
Magdalene, the daughter he bemoaned;
| John Howard and the prisoners whom he
gospelized, and multitudes without num-
{ Der who, once so weary and so sad, parted
on earth but gloriously met in heaven.
! Among ali the rooms of that house there
| is no one that more enraptures my soul
than that reception-room. "lnmy 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 a right to enter the
| throne-room. 1t 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 | stood studying the exquisite
sculpturing OF the gate of the Tulleries,
| Paris. Lost in admiration of the wonder
full art of that gate | knew not that
l was exciting suspicion. Lowering
my eyes to the crowds OF people
| l found myself being closely in
! spected by government officials, who;
| from my complexion, judged me to be a
4
! purpose | might be examining the gates
| of the palace. My explanation in very
! poor French did not satisfy them, and
/ they followed me long distances until l
reached my hotel, and were not satisfied
until from my landlord they learned that
| / was only an inoffensive American. The
gates of earthly palaces are carefully
| guarded, and, if so, how much more
| severely the throne-room. 4 dazzling
| place it is 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 IN" embroidered in purple
/ and gold on the upholstery of chair and
window, the letter "N" gilded on the wall,
the letter 'N" flaming from the ceiling.
/ What a conflagration of brilliance the
| throne-room OF Charles Emmanuel of Sar-
/ DINA, of Ferdinand of Spain, OF Elizabeth
/ of England, of Boniface of Italy! But
/ the throne-room of our Fathers house
/ hath a glory eclipsing all the throne
/ rooms that ever saw scepter wave or crown
/ glitter, or foreign ambassador bow, for
| our Fathers throne is throne of grace,
/ throne of mercy, throne of holiness, a
/ throne of Justice, throne of universal do
minion. We need not stand shivering and
| covering before il, tor our Father says we
may vet one day come up and sit on it be-
/ side Him. "To him that overcometh will
/ | grant 10 sit with me on my throne.
| You see we are princes and princesses.
/ Perhaps now we move about incognito, as
| Peter the Great in the garb of ship car
| penter at Amsterdam or as Queen NrZah
/ In the dress OF peasant woman seeking
/ the prophet for her child's cure; but it
/ will be found out after awhile whom we
| are, after 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 foreverl We touch
| the forgiving scepter and PROSTATE our
selves ut 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 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
! the Turkish crown, the Russian crown,
| the Persian crown-aye. all the crowns
from under the archivolt & heaven; and
while l watch and wonder they are all
flung in rain of diamonds around the
| pleTCeQ leet.
| Jesus shall reign where'er 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 manv rooms"
Another room in our Fathers house is
the MUSHROOM. ST. John and other
bible writers talk so much about the mu-
| sic of heaven that there must be music
there, perhaps not such as on earth was
thrummed from trembling string OF
evoked by touch of ivory key, but if not
that then something better. There are SC
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 o.
especial delectation. Shall we have music
in this world of discords and no music in
the land of complete harmony? / can
not give you the notes of the first bar o.
the new song that is sung in heaven.
can not imagine either the solo or the
doxology. But heaven means music anC
can mean nothing else. Occasionally thai
music has escaped the gate. DR.. Fuller
dying at Beaufort, S. c., said "Do you
not hear?" Hear what?' exclaimed
the bystanders. 1.-THE musicl Lift ms
upl Open the window" In thai
mushroom OF our Fathers house yoU
will some day meet the old Christian