Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1891-05-21


Lnnki There Is an angel from the throne
Of God One moment ago Il stood before
Christ and heard the doxology Of the re-
deemed 1t is here now. Bright immortal,
what news from the golden cityi Speak,
spirit blest The answer comes melting on
the air, Come. come, for all things ere
now ready" Angels ready TO bear the It'd
ings. Angels ready 70 drop the benedic-
tion. Angels ready TO kindle the JOY. All
ready. Ready, cherubim and seraphim-
Ready, thrones and principalities aud pow
ers Ready, Michael the archangeL
40 SYMPATHY WITH MODERN SPIRITUAL
ISM.
Yes, go further and say that your glo-
riied kindred are ready. have not any
sympathy with modern spiritualism.
believe it is born in perdition. When see
the ravages it makes with human intel
lects, when / see the homes it has devas-
tated, when see the bad morals that very
often follow in its wake, i have no faith in
modern spiritualism. think if John Mil
ton and George Whitefield have not any
thing better to do than to crawl under
Rochester tables and rattle the leaves, they
had better stay home in glory. But the
Bible distinctly teaches that the glorifed
in heaven are in sympathy with our re-
demption.
'There is joyin heaven among the angels
of God over one sinner that repenteth;"
and if the angels hear it do not our depart
ed kindred there hear it9 There are those
there who toiled for your salvation, and
when they bade you goodby in the last
hour, and they said, "Meet me in heaven"
there was lowering over the pillow the
awful possibility that you might not meet.
But, oh, the pathos when that hand was
thrust out from the cover and they said
goodby. For how long goodby was iti
Now, suppose you should pass into the
kingdom of God this morning, suppose
you should say: "I'm done with the sins
of this world. Fie upon all these follies.
o Christi / take thee now, 1 take thy
service, respond to thy love, thine am
forever" Why. before the tear of repent
ance had dried on your cheek, before your
first prayer had clSsed, the angel standing
with the message for thy soul would cry
upward, "He is comingp and angels pois-
ing midair would cry upward, HE is COM
ing" all along the line of light from door
way to doorway, from wing tip to wing
tip, the news would go upward till it
reached the gate, and then it would flash
to the house of many mansions and find
your kindred out, and those before the
throne would say; "Rejoice with me, my
prayers are answered. Give me another
harp with which to strike the Joy. Saved,
saved, savedP'
ARE YOU READY?
Now, my friends, if Christ is ready, and
the Holy Ghost is ready, and the church is
ready, and the angels of God are ready,
and your glorifed kindred are ready, are
you ready? l give with the emphasis of
my soul the question, "Are you ready9"
If you do not get into the kings feast it
will be because you do not accept the ear
nest invitation. Arm stretched out soaked
with blood from elbow to finger tip, lips
quivering in mortal anguish, two eyes
beaming everlasting love while he says,
"Come, come, come, for all things are now
ready"
At Kenilworth Castle, l told you, they
stopped the clocks when Queen Elizabeth
arrived, that the hand of time might point
to that moment as the one most significant
and tremendous, but if this morning the
King should enter the castle of your soul,
well might you stop all the clocks and
have the finger of time pointing to this
moment as the one most stupendous in all
your life. Would that l could come all
through these aisles and all through these
galleries, not addressing you perfume
torily, but taking you by the hand as a
brother takes brother by the hand, and
saying to one and all to each, "Come, come;
the door is open; enter now and sit down
at the feast"
Old man, God has been waiting for thee
long years. Would that some tear of re-
pentance might trickle down thy wrinkled
cheek. Has not Christ done enough in
feeding thee and clothing thee all these
years to win from thee one word of graft
tude? Come, all the young. Christ is the
fairest of the fair. Wait not till thy heart
gets hard Come, the farthest away from
Christ. Drunkard, Christ can put out the
fire of that thirst. He can restore thy broken
home. He can break that shackle. Come
now, today, and get his pardon and its
strength. Libertine, Christ knew where
you were last night. He knows all the
story of thy sin. Come to him this day.
He will wash away thy sin, and he will
throw around thee the robe of his pardon.
Harlot, thy feet foul with hell, thy laugh
ter the horror of the street-O Mary Mag
dalenl Christ waits for thee.
And the one farther off, farther than
have mentioned, a case not so hopeful as any
have mentioned, self righteous man, feel
ing thyself all right, having no need of
Christ, no need of pardon, no need of help
% self righteous man! dost thou think
in those rags thou canst enter the feast?
Thou canst not. Gods servant at the gate
would tear off thy robe and leave thee
naked at the gate. o self righteous mani
the last to come. Come to the feast. Come,
repent of thy sin. Come, take Christ for
thy portion.
Day of grace going away. Shadows on
the cliff reaching farther and farther over
the plain. The banquet has already be-
gun. Christ has entered into that banquet
to which you are invited. The guests are
taking their places. The servant of the
king has his hand on the door of the ban
quoting room, and he begins to swing it
shut. Now is your time to go in. Now
is my time to enter. l must go in. You
must go in. He is swinging the door shut
Now, it is half shut. Now, it is three
fourths shut. Now, it is just ajar. After
awhile it will be forever shut!
Why will ye waste on trifing cares
That life which Gods compassion spares?
While in the endless round of thought
The one thing needful is forgot.