The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1891-10-29

ever since the time when Noah got
drunk on wine, although there was at
his time such superabundance of
water. All the saloonists of the ages
adding their layers of ale casks and
wine pitchers and rum jugs until the
pyramid oyershadows the Great Sahara
desert or desOlated homes and broken
hearts and destroyed eternities. And
as the pyramid stiilil rises layers Of
human skulls piled on top of human
Skulls and other mountains of human
bones to whtten the peaks reaching uI-
10 tile heavens, hundreds of thousands
OF people are building that pyramid.
so with thepyramid of righteousness.
Mult1tudes OF hands are tOiling on the
sleeps, hands infantile, hands Octopen-
arian, masculine hands, female hands,
strong hands, weak hands. Some clang-
ing trowel, some pulling rope, some
measuring the sides. Layers Of psalm
books on top Of layers of sermons.
Layers of prayers on top of layers of
holy sacrifice. And hundreds of thous-
ands coming down to sleep their last
sleep. but other hundreds Of thousands
going up to take their places, and the
pyramids will continue to rise until the
millennial morning gilds the completed
work, and the toilers On these heights
| shall take off their aprons and throw
down their trowels, crying, "It is fin
ishedw
Your business and mine is not to
| build a pyramid but to be one of the
hundreds of thousands who shall ring q
tTowel or pull rope or turn the crank
or derrick, or cry, "Yo, heayew while
lifting another block to it's elevation,
Though it be seemingly a small work
and brief work, it is a work that shall
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man and woman whose work has never
| been recognized on earth will come to
special honor. The Ecumenical
council, now in session at Washington,
us delegates the honored representa-
tlyes of fifty million Methodists in all
parts OF the earth, will at every session
DO honor to the memory OF John Wes-
ley, but l wonder if any of them will
think to twist a garland for the mem
ory of humble Peter Boiler, the Mo-
ravian, who brought John Wesley into
the kingdom of God.
| l rejoice that all the thousands who
have been toiling on the pyramid of
righteousness will at last be recognized
and rewarded-the mother who brought
her children to Christ, the Sabbath
teacher who brought her class to the
knowledge of the truth, the unpretend-
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troWel will be more honored than the
scepter. AS a great battle was going
ON The soldiers were ordered to the
front and sick man jumped out of an
ambulance in which he was being car
ried to the hospital. The surgeon asked
MIN what he meant by getting out of
the ambulance when he was sick and
almost ready to die. The soldier an
sWered: Doctor, l am going to the
front. had rather die on the field than
ole IN an ambulance" Thank God; if
we cannot do much we can do little.
This pyramid of rock seven hundred
and forty feet each side of the square
base and four hundred and fifty feet
high which was the tomb Of Cheops
wins for him no respect. If bone
OF his arm or foot had been found in
the sarcophagus beneath the pyramid,
IT would have excited no more Yenera-
tlon than the skeleton of a camel
bleaching on the Libyan desert; yea,
less yeneration, for when l saw the car
cass of a camel by the roadside on the
way to Memphis, l said to myself, Poor
thing, l wonder of what it died. We
say nothing against the marble or the
bronze of the metropolis. Let all that
sculpture and tlorescence and arbore-
scence can do for the places of the dead
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after one is dead there Is nothing left
to remind the world OF him but some
pieces of stone, there is but little left.
All around Cairo and Memphis there
are the remains of pyramids that have
gone down under the wearing away of
time, and this great pyramid of which
Isaiah in the text speaks will vanish
II the world lasts long enough;
and If the world does not last, then
with the earth's dissolution the pyramid
will so dissolve. But the memories of
| those with whom we associate are indie.
structible. They will be more vivid
| the other side of the grave than this
side. 1t is possible for me to do you a
good and for you to do me good that
Will be vivid In memory as many years
after the world Is burned up as all the
sands OF the seashore, and all the leaves
OF the forest, and all the grass blades of
the field. and all the stars of heaven
added together, and that aggregate
multiplied by all the figures that all the
bookkeepers of all time ever wrote.
That desire to be remembered after
we are gone is a divinely implanted de-
sire and not to be crushed out. but, |
lmplore you. seek something better
than the immortalization of rock or
bronze or book. Put yourself into the
eternity of those whom you help for
both worlds, this and the next. Com
fort hundred souls and there will he
through all the cycles of eternity at
least hundred souls that will be YOUR
monuments. A prominent member of
this church was brought to God by
some one saying to her at the church
door at the close of the service, "Come
again!" Will it be possible for that one
so invited to forget the invite?
| a minister passing along the street
everv day looked up and smiled to a
baby in the window. The father and
mother wondered who it was that thus
pleasantly greeted their child. They
found out that he was the pastor of a
church. They said, I'VE must 90 and
hear him preach" They went. and
both were converted to God. Will there
be any power in fifty million years to
erase from the souls of those parents
the memory of that man who by his
friendliness brought them to God ?
Matthew Cranswick, an evangelist, said
that he had the names of two hundred
souls saved through his singing the
hymn, Arise, my soul, arise" viii
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