The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-07-21

ing of q deluge than the trickiug of rain
drop Earthly royalty clutches nervously
itssscepter and waits IN suspense the will of
lufiamed subjects, and the crown Is tossed
from one family to another. But above all
earthly vicissitude and the assault of human
passions. in mistaken security stands the
king of kings, watching sill the affairs Of
his empire from the introduction OF an era
10 the counting Of the hairs Of your head
Again: | learl from The fact that a door
In heaven is opened, that there is a way of
entrance for our, prayers and of egIess for
divine blessings. Ii does not seem that our
weak voice has strength enough to climb
up to Gods ear. Shall not our prayer be
lost in the clouds. Have words wingsl
The truth is plain. Heavens door is wide
open to receive every prayer. Must it not
be louds Ought it not to ri & up with the
strength Of stout lungs. Must it not be a
loud call, such as dro Aning men utter, or
like the shout of some cnleftain In the
battle? No; whisper is as good as shout,
aud the mere wish of the soul IN profound
silence is as good as a whisper. 1t rises
Just as high and accomplishes just as much.
But ought not prayer to be made up Of
golden words if it is to enter such a splendid
door and live beside seraphim and arch-
angell Ought not every phrase be rounded
into perfection, ought not the language be
musical, and classic, and poetic, and
rhetorical! No. the most illiterate outcry
the unjointed petition, the clumsy phrase,
the sentence breaking into gramma, ical
blgnders, an unHorded groan, is just
as effectual if it be the utterance
OF the souls want. A heart all
covered up with garlands of thought
would be no attraction TO God, but heart
broken and contrite, that is the acceptable
sacrifice. al know that my Redeemer
hveth," rising up III the mighty har-
mony of musical academy may over
power our ear and heart but 1t will not
reach the ear of God like the broken voiced
hymn of some sufferer amid rags and DESC
Iation looking up trustfully to a Savior's
compassion. singing amid tears and pangs,
II know that my Redeemer liveth."
suppose that there was more rhetoric
and classic elegance in the prayers of the
Pharisee than of the publican, but you
know which was successful You may
kneel with complete elegance on some soft
cushion at an altar of alabaster, and utter
q prayer of Miltonic Sublimity, but neither
your graceful posture nor the roll Of your
blank verse will attract heavenly attention,
while over some dark celler in which a
christian pauper is PROSTATE ia the straw,
angels bend from their thrones and cry one
to another; "Behold, be prays!" Through
this open door of heaven what long pro-
cession of prayers is continually passing
What thanksgivings! What confessions
What intercessionsi What beseechingsl
~And behold door was opened in heavel."
Again. Inc uOOT u uehFeu ID Opeueu "
allow us the opportunity OF looking in.
Christ, when he came from heaven to Beth
iehem, left it open, and no one since has
dared to shut 1t. Matthew threw it still
wider open when he came to write, and
Paul pus led the door farther back when he
spoke of the glory 10 be revealed, and John
in Revelation actually points us to the
harps, and the waters, and the crowns, and
the thrones. There are profound mysteries
about that blessed place that we cannot
solve. But look through this wide open
door of heaven and see what you can see.
God means us to look and catch up now
something of the rapture, and attune our
hearts to It's worship.
1t is wide open enough to see Christ Be
hold him, the chief among ten thousand, all
the hammered pomp of heaven at his feet.
With your enkinded faith look up along
these ranks of glory. Watch how their
palms wave and hear how their voices ring.
Floods clapping their hands, streets gleam-
ing with gold, uncounted multtudes ever
accommodating i'll number and ever rising up
into gladder hosannas. If you cannot stand
TO look upon that joy for at least one hour,
how could you endure to dwell among it
forevers You would wish yourself ont of it
in three days and choose the earth again or
any other place where it was not always
Sunday.
My bearer in worldly prosperity, afiluent,
honored, healthy and happy, look i'll upon
that company of the redeemed, and see how
the poor soul in heaven is better off than
you are, brighter in apparel, richer in es-
tate, higher in power. Hearers. afflicted
and tried look in through that open door
that you may see to what gladness and
glory you are coming, to what life, to what
riches, to what royalty. Hearers pleased TO
fascination with this world. gather up your
souls forone appreciative look upon riches
that never fly away, upon health that never
sckens, upon scepters that never break,
upon expectations that are never disap-
pointed Look in and see if there are not
enough crowns to pay us for ali our battles,
enough rest TO relieve all our fatIgues,
enough living fountains to Quench all our
thirst, enough glory TO dash out forever and
ever all eartn's signing and restlessness and
darkness Battles ended, tears wiped away,
thorns plucked from the bosoms, stabs
healed, the tomb riven--what scene TO
look upon.
AgaIn: The door of heaven stands open
for the christians final entrance. Death to
the righteous is rot climbing high walls or
fording deep rivers, but it is entering ON
open door If yod ever visit the old home
stead where you were born and while father
and mother are yet alive, as you go up toe
lane in front of the farm house and you put
your hand on the door and lift the latch, do
you shudder with fear? No, you are glad
to enter. So your last sickness will be only
the lane in front of your fathers
house from which you hear the voice of
singing before you reach the door. And
death, that is the lifting of the latch before
you enter the greetings aud embraces of the
innumerable family of the righteous. Nav.
there is no latch. for John says the door is
already open. What q company of spirits
have already entered those portals, bright
and shining. Souls released from the
earthly prison house. how they shouted as
they went through! Spirits that sped I'D
from the flames of martyrdom making
heaven richer as they went in, pouring their
notes into the celestial harmony.
And that door has not begun to shut If
redeemed by grace, we all shall enter it.
This side OF it we have wept, but ON the
other SIDE of it we shall never weep. On
this side we may have grown sick with
WEAKNESS, but on the other side of it we
shall be without fatigue. On this side we
bleed with the warriors wounds, on the
other side we shall wave the victor's palm.
When you think of dying what makes
your brow contract What makes
you breathe SO deep and sigh2
What makes You gloomy in passi @
a graveyard Follower of Christ, YOU
have been thinking that death is something
terrible, the mea uring of lances with a
powerful Antagonist, the closing in of a
conflict which may be your everlasting de-
feat. You do not want much to think of