Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1890-07-26

porn IN u Gay. Wnen emma comes to God
will it not know DR.. Abeel? When Indix
comes will it not know DR.. John Scudderp
When the Indians come to God will they not
know David Brainard!
see soul entering heaven at last with
covered face at the idea that it has done so
little for Christ, and feeling borne down
with unworthiness, and it says to itself II
have no right to be here" A voice from a
throne says, oh, you forget that Sunday
school class you invited to Christ [ was
one of Them. And another voice says,
You forget that poor man to whom YOU
gave a loaf Of bread and told or the heavenly
bread. | was that man" And another one
says, You forget that sick one TO whom
you gave medicine for the body and the
seal. was that one" And then Christ,
say, "lnasmuch as We did it to one of the
least OF these, YOU did it to me-" And then
the seraphs will take their harps from the
side of the throne and cry. What song
shall it be?" And Christ, bending over the
harpers shall say, 1t shall be the Harvest
Home"
Heaven is not stately place as I some
times hear it described, very frgidity OF
splendor. where people stand on cold form
alitles and go around about with heavy
crowns OF gold on their heads No. that is
not my idea of heaven. Ny idea of heaven
is more like this You are seated in the
evening tide by the fireplace, your whole
&mIlv there, or nearly all of them there
While you are talking and enjoying the
evening" hour there is a knock at the door,
and the door opens and there comes in a.
brother that has been long absent. He has
been absent-for years you have not
seen him-and no sooner do you make up
your mind that it is certainly he than YOU
leap up, and the question is who shall give
him the first embrace. That is my idea Of
heaven--a great home circle, where they
are waiting for us.
Oh, will you not know your mother s voice
there? She who always called you by your
first name long after others had given YOU
the formal "Mister?" You We're never any,
thing but James, or John, or George, or
Thomas, or May or Florence to her. VIE
you not know your child's voice? She OF
the bright eye, and the ruddy cheek, and
the quiet step, who came in from play and
flung herself in your lap very shower OF
mirth and beauty? Why, the picture is
craven in your soul. 1t cannot wear out
If that little one should stand on the other
side of some heavenly hill and call to yoU-
you would hear her voice above the burst
of heavens great orchestra. Know itg
You could not help but know it,
Now ] bring you this glorious consolation
Of future recognition. Ii you could get this
theory into your heart it WhOuld lift Il great
many shadows that are stretching across it-
When was q lad | used to go to the rail-
road track and put my ear down on the
track, and [ could hear the express
train rumbling miles away and coming ons
and to-day, my friends II we only had faith
enough we could put our ear down TO the
grave of our dead and listen, and hear in
the distance the rumbling on the chariotS
of resurrection victory 0 Heaven, sweet
Heaven! You do not spell Heaven as VOW
used to spell it, You used to spell it,
e-a-v-e-n-Heaven. But now when YOU
want to spell that word you place side by
side the faces of the loved ones who are
gone, and in that irradiation OF light and
love and beauty and JOY you spell it out as
never before in songs and halelulahs. Ohs
We whose hearts are down under the sod of
the cemetery, cheer up at the thought OF
this reunion! Oh. how much you will have
to tell them when once you meet them
How much you have been through since
YOU saw them last. On the shining shor@
you will talk it all over. The heartaches.
the loneliness, the seeplesS nights the
weeping until you had no more power t@
weep, because the heart was Withered ana
dried up. Story of vacant chair, and empty
cradle, and little shoes only half worn out
never to be worn again, Just the shape OF
the foot that once pressed it, And dreams
when you thought the departed had come
back again, and the room seemed bright
with their faces, and you started up to greet
them, and in the effort the dream broke and
you found yourself standing amid room liz.
the NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.. Talking it all over,
and then, hand in hand walking up anG
down in the light. No sorrow, no tears, n0
death. o Heaven. beautiful Heavens
Heaven, where our friends are Heaven
where we expect to be.
In the East they take a cage of birds ana
bring tito the tomb of the dead, and them
they open the door OF the cage, and the
birds, flying out. sing. And l would to-day
bring a cage of Christian consultations to
the grave of your loved ones, and ] would
open the door and let them fill all the air
with the music of their voices.
Oh, how they bound in, these spirits be-
fore tDr0npl Some
ness, some break forth into uncomfortable
weeping for JOY, some stand speeches. In
their shock of delight. They sing, they
culver with excessive gladness. they gaze
on the temples, on the palaces on the
waters, on each other. They weave their
JOY into garlands, they spring it into tri~
umphal arches, they strike it on timbreis,
and then all the loved ones gather in a.
great circle around the throne of Cod
fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters sons ana
daughters, lovers. and friends, hand to hand
around about the throne Of GOd-the circle
ever widening-hand to hand, Joy 10 loyY
jubilee to jubilee, victory to victory, "nnth
the daybrcak and the shadows flee awaEv
Turn thou, my beloved, and be like a roe or
a young hart upon the mountains OF
Bether.
Oh. now different it is on earth from the
way it is in Heaven when a Christian diess
We say, Close his eyes" In Heaven they
say, Give him palm" On earth we say.
Lct IiliIl hONll III tIIC ssiOU4lNl. LII lLN"'NA
they say, Raise him on a throne" On
earth it is, Farewell, FAREWELL" In Heaven
it is, Welcome, welcome!" And SO see
Christian soul coming down the river OF
death, and he steps into the river and this
water comes to the ankle. He says, LORD
Jesus, is this death?" No" says Christ,
this is not DEATH" And he wades stiM
deeper down into the waters until the flood
comes to the knee, and he says, Lord Jesus.
tell me, tell me, is this death?' And Christ
10 10. psNt Il a WI
wades still further down until the wave
comes to the girdle, and the soul says,