The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1890-07-25

drop Earthly royalty clutches nervous
ly its scepter and waits in suspense the
will of infiamed subjects and the crown
Is tossed from one family to another.
But above all earthly vicissitude and
the assault of human passions, in I'M
shaken security stands the King of
Kings, watching all the affairs of His
empire from the introduction of an era
to the counting of the hairs of your
head.
Again: learn from the fact that
door in Heaven is opened, that there is
q way of entrance for our prayers and
of egress for divine blessings 1t does
not seem that our weak vice has
strength enough to climb up to Gods
ear. Shall not our prayer be lost in the
clouds? Have words wings? 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 of stout lungs? Must it not be
n loud call. such as drowning men utter
or like the shout of some chieftian in
the battle? No; whisper is as good as
a shout, and the mere wish of the soul
in profound silence is as good as whis-
per. II rises just as high and accom-
plishes just as much
But ought not prayer to be made up
of golden words if it is to enter such
splendid door and live beside seraphim
and archangel? 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 break
: fng into grammat cal -b.unders, an I'M
worded 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 a heart broken and contrite, that is
! the acceptable sacrifice. 81 know that
my Redeemer liveth," rising up in the
mighty harmony OF musical academy
may overpower our ear and heart, but
| it will not reach the ear of God like the
broken voiced hymn of some sufferer
amid rags and desolat'o on looking up
trustfully to Saviour's compassion,
singing amid tears and pangs, ~ 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 alabas-
ter. and utter prayer of MiltoDic sub
Unity, but neither your graceful pos
ture nor the roll of your blank verse
will attract heavenly attention, while
over some dark cellar in which Christ
ian pauper is PROSTATE in the straw
angels bend from their thrones and cry
one to another: Behold, he praysr'
Through this open door of Heaven what
a long procession of prayers is continu-
ally passing! What thanksgiviugs!
What confess ons! What intercessions!
What beseechings! And behold, a
door was opened in Heaven"
Again: The door of Heaven is open
to allow us the opportunity of looking
in. Christ when He came from Heaven
to 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 1oor
further back when he spoke of the
glory to be revealed, and John in Reve-
lat.on actually points us to the harps
and the waters, and the crowns and the
thorns. There are profound mysteries
about that blessed place that we can not
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 its worship.
1t is wide open enough to see Christi
Behold him, the. chief among ten
thousand, all the hammered pomp of
Heaven at his feet. With your en-
kindled faith look up along these ranks
of glory. Watch how their palms wave
and hear how their voices ring. Floods
clapping their hands, streets cleaning
with srOld npcnnnfad nlf ifnhac
: accommodating in number and ever rising
up into gladder bosannas- If you can
not stand to look upon that Joy for al
, least one hour, how could you endure to
. dwell among it forever? You would
, wish yourself out of it in three days
I and choose the earth again or any other
, place where it was not always Sunday.
My nearer in worldly prosperity, af-
, fluent, honored, healthy and happy,
I look in upon that company of the re-
, deemed and see how the poor soul in
, Heaven is better of than you are,
a brighter in apparel, richer in estate,
a higher in power. Hearers, afflicted and
I tried, look in through that open door
r 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 for one appreciate
Z i've look upon riches that never fly
b away, upon health that never sickens,
= upon scepters that never break, upon
! expectations that are never disappoint-
r ed Look in and see if there are not
r enough crowns to pay us for all our bat
: ties, enough rest TO relieve all our IA
A tigues, enough living fountains to
a quench all our thirst enough glory to
, dash out for ever and ever all earth's
: signing and restlessness and darkness
, Battles ended. tears wiped away, thorns
plucked from the bosoms, stabs healed,
the tomb riven-what a scene to look
, upon.
t Again: The door of Heaven stands
| open for the Christians final entrance
3 Death to the righteous is not climbing
p high walls or fording deep rivers, but il
r is entering an open door. II you ever
e visit the old homestead where you were
3 born, and while father and mother are
= yet alive, as you go up the lane in front
r of the farm house and you put your hand
Q on the door and lift the latch do you
4 shudder with fear? No; you are glad tc
s enter. So your last sickness will be only
s the lane in front of your Fathers house,
: from which you hear the voice of sing
| ing before you reach the door. And
? death, that is the lifting of the latch
5 before you enter the greetings and
: embraces of the innumerable family Of
5 the righteous. Nay, there is no latch,
( for John says the door is already open
: What company of spirits has already
t entered those portals, bright and shin.
? ing. Souls released from the earthly