Connecticut western news., 1890-07-23


 ships keel; continents covered with harvests of wheat and rice and maize; the glory of every zone, the whole world of mountains and seas and for ests and islands taken in in a single glance of their great Creator.
 As we take our stand upon some high point single objects dwindle into such insignificance that we cease to see them in the ninuti@, and wo behold only the grand points of the scenery. But not so with God. Although stand ing far up in the very tower of heaven, nothing by reason of it's smallness es- capes his vision. Every lily of the field, every violet under the grass, the tiniest heliotrope, aster and gentian are as plainly seen by him as the proudest magnolia, and not one vein of color in their leaf deepens or fades without his notice From this door in heaven God sees all human conduct and the worlds moral changes. Not one tear of sor- row falls in hospital or workshop or dungeon but he sees it, and in high heaven makes record of it's fall
 The worlds iniquities in all their ghastliness glover under his vision. Wars and tumu1ts and the desolations of famine and earthquake, whirlwind and shipwreck spread out before him. If there were no being in all the uni verse but God he could be happy with such an outlook as the door of heaven. But there he stands, no more disturbed by the fall of kingdom than the drop ping of leaf; no more excited by the rising of a throne than the bursting of 8 bud, the falling of a deluge than the trickling of raindrop. Earthly roy alty clutches nervously it's scepter and waits in suspense the will of inflamed subjects, and the crown is tossed from one family to another. But above all earthly vicissitude and the assault of human passions in unshaken security stands the King of kings, watching all the affairs of his empire, from the in troduction of an era to the counting of the hairs of your head.
 WAY OF ENTRANCE FOR PRAYERS.
 Again, learn from the fact that a door in heaven is opened that there is a way of entrance for our prayers and of egress for divine blessings. It does not seem that our weak voice has strength enough to climb up to Gods ear. Shall not our prayers be lost in the clouds9 Have words wingsa The truth is plain Heavens door is wide open to receive every prayer. Must it not be loud2 Ought it not to ring up with the strength ofostout lungs? Must it not be a loud call, such as drowning men utter, or like the shout of some chieftain in the battle2 No; a whisper is as good as a shout, and the mere wish of the soul in profound silence is as good as whisper. It 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 archangel? Ought not every 1 phrase be rounded into perfection, | ought not the language be musical and classic and poetic and rhetorical2 No; the most illiterate outcry, the unjointed petition, the clumsy phrase, the sen tence breaking into grammatical blum ders, an unworded groan, is just as ef- l fectual 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- is the acceptable sac rifice ''I know that my Redeemer l iveth," rising up in the mighty har- mony of a musical academy, may over power our ear and heart, but it will not reach the ear of God like the broken voiced hymn of some sufferer amid rags and desolation looking up trustfully to a Saviour's compassion, singing amid tears and bangs II know that my .Redeemer iveth.'
 suppose that there was more rhet- oric 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 ala baster and utter prayer of Miltonic sublimity, but neither your graceful posture nor the roll of your blank verse will attract heavenly attention, while over some dark cellar in which Chris tian pauper is prostrate in the straw angels bend from their thrones and cry one to another, Behold, he praysv' Through this open door of heaven what long procession of prayers is continually passing! What thanlSsgiv- ings! What confessions! What inter sessions! What beseechings! sAnd behold, door was opened in heaven. J
 IT IS OPEN THAT WE MAY LOOK IN.
 Again, the door of heaven is opened to allow us the opportunity of look ing in. Christ when he came from Bethlehem left it open, and no one since has dared to shut it. Matthew threw it still wider open when he came to write, and Paul pushed the dool further back when he spoke of the glory to be revealed, and John in Rev elation actually points us to the harps and the waters, and the crowns, and the thrones There are profound mys tories 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 tc look and catch up now something of the rapture, and attune our hearts to its worship. ....... .
 It is wide open enough to see Christ. Behold him, the chief among ten thou sand, all the bannered pomp of heaven at his feet With your enkindled faith look on along these ranks of glory. Watch how their palms wave and hear how their voices ring. Floods clapping thei1 hands, streets gleaming with gold, un