The Iola register., 1890-08-01

Heaven God sees all human conduct and
the worlds moral changes Not one
tear of sorrow falls in hospital or work
shop or dungeon but He sees it and in
high Heaven makes record of its fall
The worlds iniquities in all their
ghastliness glover under His Wis
ion Wars and tumults and the
desolations of famine and earth
quake. whirlwind and shipwreck, spread
out before Him. If there were no being
in all the universe 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 king
dom than the dropping of leaf, no
more excited by the rising of throne
than the bursting OF bud. the falling
of a deluge than the trickiing of rain
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 un-
shaken security stands the King of
Kings, watching all the aff:irs of His
empire from the Introduction of an era
to the counting of the hairs of your
head.
Again: learn from the fact that q
door il Heaven is opened, that there is
a wsy 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 1t not be
loud? Ought it not to ring up with the
strength of stout lungs? Must it not be
q 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. 1t 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 a
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 uniointed petition,
the clumsy phrase, the sentence break
ing into grammatical blunders, an un-
worded groan, is just as effectual If it be
the utterance of the souls want. A
heart all covered up with gariands of
thought would be no attraction to God,
but a heart broken and contrite, that Is
the acceptable sacrifice. ST know that
my RSdeemer liveth," rising up in the
mighty harmony of a 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 desolation looking up
trustfully to Saviour'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 alabas-
ter. and utter a prayer of Miltopic 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 prostrate in the straw
angels bend from their thrones and cry
one to another: behold, he prays!"
Through this open door of Heaven what
long procession of prayers is continu-
ally passing. What thanksgivings!
What confessionsl 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 6oor
further back when he spoke of the
glory to be revealed, and John in Reve-
lation 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 Christ!
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 gold. uncounted multitudes ever
accommodating in number and ever rising
up into gladder hosannas. II you can
not stand to look upon that Joy for at
least one hour, how could you endure to
dwell among it forever? You would
wish yourself out of it in three days
and choose the earth again or any other
place where it was not always Sunday.
My hearer in worldly prosperity, af-
fluent, honored, healthy and happy,
look in upon that company Of the re-
deemed and see how the poor soul in
Heaven is better of than you are,
brighter in apparel, richer in estate,
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 for one appreciat-
i've look upon riches that never fly
away, upon health that never sickens,
upon scepters that never break, upon
that are never disappoint-
ed. Look in and see If there are not
enough crowns TO nav rs for all our bat