Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1889-10-26

Ny. dear Bret l rel, we: cannot ford
] to. be severely divided Standing in
front of tile great foesof our common
Christianity, we want to put on the
whole armor of God and march down
in solid column, shoulder to shoulder
one commander! one triumph
The trumpet gives a martial strain
o Israel grid thee for the fight;
Arise, the combat to maintain;
Arise, and put thy foes to flight
We also feel reinforced by the
thought that we are on the way to a
heaven that can never burn down.
Fires may sweep through other cities
but l am glad to know that the New
Jerusalem is freproof. There will be
no engines rushing through those
streets; there will be no temples con-
sumed in that city. Coming to the
doors of that Church, we will find
them open, resonant with songs, and
not cries of fire. Oh. my dear brother
and sister if this short lane of life
comes up so soon TO that blessed place,
! what is the use of our worrying2 l
have felt good many times this last
week like Father Taylor, the sailor
preacher. He got in long sentence
while he was preaching one day, and
lost himself, and could not find mis-
way out of the sentence. He stopped
and said: Brethren, have lost the
nominative of this sentence, and things
are generally mixed up, but | am bound
for the kingdom anyhow"
And during this last week, when
saw the rushing to and fro and the
excitement, said to myself, Il do not
know just where we shall start again,
but am bound for the kingdom any
how" do not want to go just yet.
I want to be pastor of this people un-
til I am about eighty-nine years OF
age, but l have sometimes thought
that there are such glories ahead that
l may be persuaded to 60 a little ear.
lier-for instance, at eighty-two or
eighty three; but really think that,
if we could have all appreciation OF
what God has i'll reserve for us, we
would want to 60, stepping right out
of the Academy of Music into the
glories of the skies.
All that is a good land. Why,
they tell me that in that land they
never have heart ache. They tell me
that man might walk FIVE hundred
years in that land and never see tear
or hear a.sigh. They tell me that our
friends who have left us and gone
there. their feet are radiant as the sun,
and that they take hold of the hand of
Jesus Familiarity, and that they open
that hand and see in the palm Of it a
healed wound that must have been
very cruel before it was healed. And
they tell me that there is no winter
there, and that they never get hungry
orcold, and that the sewing girl never
wades through the snow bank to her
daily toll, and that the clock never
strikes twelve for the night. but only
twelve for the day.
JESUS LIGHTS THE WAY.
See that light in the window. l
wonder who set it there. "Oh!" you
say, my father that went into glory
must have set that light in the Win
dow" No; guess again. My mother.
who died fifteen years ago in Jesus, |
think must have set that light there.
No; guess again. You say, My dar-
ling little child, that last summer !
put away for the resurrection, I think
She must have set that light there in
the window" No; guess again. Jesus
set it there; and he will keep it burn
ing until the day we put our finger
OH the latch of the door and so in to
be at home forever. Oh! when my
sight gets black in death. put on my
eyclids that sweet ointment. When
in the last WEAKNESS I cannot take
another step, just help me put my foot
on that doorsill. When my car catches
no more the voices OF wife and child,
let me go right in, to have my deafness
cured BY the. stroke of the harpers
whose fingers fly over the strings with
the anthems of tue free.
Heaven never Lurns down! The
fires of the last day, that are already
kiudled in the heart of the earth, but
are hidden because God keeps down
the hatches-those internal fires Will
after while break through the crust,
and the plains, and the mountains,
and the seas will be consumed, and
the flames will fling their long arms
into tile skies; but all the terrors of a
burning world will do no more harm
to that heavenly temple than the fires
of the setting sun which kindlc up the
window glass of the house on yonder
hill top. Oh, blessed land But do
not want to go there until see the
Brooklyn Tabernacle rebuilt. You
say, will it be?' You might as well
ask me if the sun will rise tomorrow
morning, or if the next spring will
put garlands on its head. You and !
may not do it-you and l may not live
to see it; but the Church of God does
not stand OH two legs nor Oh a thou
sand legs.
How did the Israelites get through
the Red sea2 suppose somebody
may have come and said: There is no
need of-trying; you will get your feet
wet; you will spoil your clothes; you
will drown yourselves. Whoever
heard of getting through such sea
as that2" How did they get through
it7 Did they 60 back2 No. Did they
go to the righl9 No. Did they go to
the left2 No. They went forward i'll
the strength of the Lord Almighty;
and that is the way we mean TO get
through the Red sea. By going for
ward. But says some one: IF we
should build a larger church, would
you be able with your voice to gil itf
Why,I have been wearing myself out
for the last sixteen years in trying to
keep my voice in. Give me room
where | can preach the glories OF
Christ and the grandeurs OF heaven.
Forward We have to march on,
breaking down all bridges behind us.
making retreat irnnossiEle. Throw