The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-04-18

! room, What would banQueter do II h(
had TO carry those membranes of appare
with him into the brilliant reception4 What
would your departed do with their bodies if
they had to be incumbered with them IN
the kings drawing room? Gone into the
light! Gone into the music Gone into the
fesuvity Gone among kings and queens
and conquerors! Gone to meet Elijah and
hear him tell Of the chariot OF fire drawn
! by horses of fire and the sensation of m CUNT
ing the sapphire sleeps! Gone to meet with
Moses and hear him describe the pile OF
black basslt that shook when the law was
given Gone TO meet Paul and hear him
tell how Felix trembled and how the ship
went to pieces in the breakers, and how
thick was the darkness in the Mamertine
dungeon! Gone to meet John Knox and
John Wesley and Hannah More and Fran
ces Havergal. Gone TO meet the kindred
who preceded them Why l should
not wonder il they had a larger
family group there than they ever mad here.
o, how many of them have got together
again Your father and mother went years
apart. but they have got together, and their
children that went years ago got together
again. Gone where they have more room!
Gone where they have more iubilant soci-
| ETY.! Gone where they have mightier
| capacity to love you than when they were
| herel Gone out of hindrances into IN
bounded liberty! Gone out Of January
into June! Gone where they talk about
! you as we always talk about absent friends
and say. ~ wonder when they will come
up here TO join us! Hsrk! the outside door
| of heaven swings open. Hark! there are
feet on the golden stairs. Perhaps they are
comingm
! was told at Johnstown after the food
that many people who had been for months
and years bereft, for the first time got COM
| fort when the awful flood came, to think
| that their departed ones were not present
to see the catastrophe AS the people were
! floating down on the house tops they said {:
/ 20. how glad l am that father and mother
are not here or How glad am that the
children are not alive to see this horror"
! And ought not we who are down here amid
the upturnings Of this life be glad that none
of the troubles which submerge US can ever
alright our friends ascendedl Before this l
warrant our departed ones have been intro
duced to all the celebrities of heaven.
Some one has said to them: Let me
introduce you to Joshua, the man who
| by prayer stopped two worlds for several
| hours. Let me make you acquainted
Huss, Philip Melancthon and Martin
Luther. Aha! here is Fenelon Here is
Archbishop Leighton! Here are Latiner
and Ridley Here is Matthew Simpson,
Here Is poets row-James Montgomery and
Anna Barbauld and Horatius Bonar and
Phoebe Palmer and Lowell Mason" We're
your departed ones fond OF music9 What
oratores led on by Handel and Hayden
Were they fond OF picturesl What Raphaels
pointing out skies with all colors wrought
into chariot wheels. wings of seraphim, and
coronations. Were they fond of poetry /!
What eternal rythms led on by John Mil
ton. Shall we pity our glorified kindredl
No, they had better pity us. We, the ship
wrecked, and on raft In the hurricane,
lNOIr at kavr
seas, under skies that never frowned with
tempests, we hoppled with chains; they
lifted by wings. surely the bitterness of
death is past
Further If what have been saying is
true, we should trust the Lord and be
thrilled with the fact that our own day of
escape cometh. II our lives were going to
end when our heart ceased to pusate aud
our lungs TO breathe, would want to take
ten million years Of life here for the first
installment. But, my Christian Friends we
cannot afford always to stay down In the
cellar Of our Fathers house. We cannot
always be postponing the best things. We
! cannot always De tuning our violins for the
celestial orchestra. We must get our
wings out. We must mount. We can
not afford always TO stand out here in
the vestibule OF the house of many
mansions, while the windows are illumin-
| ated with the levee angelic, and we can
! hear the laughter Of those forever free, and
the ground quakes with the bounding feet
| of those who have entered upon eternal play.
Ushers of heavenl Open the gates! Swing
them clear back on their pearly hinges
Let the celestial music rain on US its cadences.
Let the hanging gardens Of the king
breathe on us their aromatics. Let our re-
deemed ones just look out and give US one
glance Of their glorifed faces Yesl there
they are now! see them. But, cannot
stand the vision. Close the gate, or our
eyes will be quenched with the overpower-
ing brightness. Hold back the song, or our
ears will never again care for earthly an,
them. Withdraw the perfume or we shall
swoon in the fragrance that human nostril
was never made to breathe.
All these thoughts are suggested as we
| stand this Easter morn amid the broken
rocks OF the Savior's tomb. Indeed know
that tomb has not been rebuilt for l stood
in December Of 1889 amid the ruins of that
| the most famous sepulcher of all time
There are thousands of tombs in our Green
wood and Laurel Hill and Mount Auburn
| with more polished stone and more elab-
crate masonry and more foilaged surround
ings, but as l went down the steps of the
supposed tomb of Christ on my return from
| Mount Calvary l said to myself This is
the tomb Of all tombs. Around this stand
more stupendous incidents than around any
! grave Of all the world since death entered
| it.n l could not breathe easily for over
mastering emotion as l walked down the
| four crumbling steps till we came abreast
| of the niche in which l think Christ was
buried. / measured the sepulchuer and
| found it fourteen aud half feet long,
eight feet high, nine feet wide. It is a
family tomb and seems to have been built
| TO hold five bodies. But l rejoice to say
that the tomb was empty, and the door OF
the rock was gone, and the sunlight streamed
in. The day that Christ rose and came
forth the sepulcher was demolished forever
and no trowel Of earthly masonry can ever
rebuild it. And the rupture Of those rocks,
and the snap of that governmental SEAL
and the crash of those walls of limestone,
and the step of the lacaraued but triumphant
foot of the risen Jesus we to-day celebrate
with acclaim of worshiping thousands,
| while with all the nations of Christendom,
and all the shining hosts of heaven we chant,
| NOW is Christ risen from the dead and be-
come the first fruits of them that slept"
o, weep no more your comforts slain,
| The Lord is risen, he lives again.
"And now may the God OF peace, who
brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus
that great shepherd of the sheep through
the blood of the everlasting covenant make
you perfect in every good word and work. y
Hallelujahl Amen!
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