Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-01-09

you have made of the mercy and the
grace and the goodness OF God: The
half-the half was not told mel"
Well, We hear great deal about the
good time that is coming to this world
when it is to be girded with salvation.
Holiness on the bells of the horses.
The lions name to be pat ed by the hand
of babe. Ships of Tarshish bringing
cargoes for Jesus, and the hard, dry,
barren, winter bleached, storm Scared,
thunder split rock breaking into foods
of bright water. Deserts into which
dromedaries thrust their nostrils, be-
cause they were afraid of the simeon
deserts blooming into carnation roses
and silver tipped lilies.
II is the old story. Everybody tells
it. Isaiah told it, John told it, Paul
told it, Luther told it, Calvin told it,
John Milton told it-everybody tells il;
and yet-and yet when the midnight
shall fly the hills, and Christ shall
marshal his great army, and China,
dashing her idols into the dust, shall
hear the voice of God and wheel into
line; and India. destroying her Jugger-
naut and snatching up her little chill
dren from the Ganges, shall hear the
voice of God and wheel into line; and
vine covered Italy, and wheat crowned
Russia, and all the nations of the earth
shall hear the voice of God and fall into
line; then the Church, which has been
toiling and struggling through the CEN
turies, robed and garlanded like bride
adorned for her husband, shall put
aside her veil and look up into the face
of her Lord the King, and say: The
half-the half was not told mep
Well, there is coming greater sur
prise to every Christian-a greater sur
prise than anything that I have de-
picted. Heaven is an old story. Every
body talks about it. There is hardly a
hymn in the hymn book that does not
refer to it. We say that it is q harbor
from the storm. We call it home. We
say that it is the house of many man
sions. We weave together all sweet,
beautiful, delicate, exhilarant words;
We weave them into letters, anq then we
spell it out in rose and lily and ama-
ranth. And yet that place is going to be
a surprise to the most intelligent Chris
tian. Like the queen of Sheba, the re-
port has come to us from the far country,
and many of us have started. 1t is a
desert march, but we urge on the camels.
What though our feet be biistered by
the way? We are fastening to the pal
ace. We take our loves and hopes and
Christian ambitions, as frankincense
and myrrh and cassis, to the great King.
We must not rest. We must not halt.
The night is coming on, and it is not
safe out here in the desert. Urge on
the camels. see the domes against
the sky, and the houses of Lebanon and
the temples and the gardens. See the
fountains dance in the sun and the
gates flash as they open to let in the
poor pilgrims.
Send the word to the palace that we
are coming, and that we are weary of
the march of the desert. The King
will come out and say: Welcome to
the palace; bathe in the waters; recline
on these banks. Take this cinnamon
and frankincense and myrrh and put it
upon q censer and swing it before the
altar" And yet, my friends, when
Heaven bursts upon us it will be a
greater surprise than that-Jesus on the
throne, and we made like him! All our
Christian friends surrounding us in
glory! All our sorrows and tears and
sins gone by forever! The thousands
of thousands, the one hundred and
forty and four thousand, the great null
titudes that no man can number, will
cry, world without end: "The half-the
half was not told mel"