Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1892-01-11
GEO. M. SHOOK & CO.


sand glasses that empty themselves, all
the shadows that move on all the sum
dials indicate the approach OF darkness.
But now, in answer to prayer, as in my
text the change was in answer to prayer,
the pardoning Lord reverses things and
the man starts toward sunrise instead OF
sunset. He turns the other way. The
Captain Of Salvation gives him the mill
tary command, Attention, Right about
facet He was marching toward indif-
ference, marching toward hardness OF
heart, marching toward prayerlessness,
marching toward sin, marching toward
gloom, marching toward death. Now
he turns and marches toward peace,
marches toward light and marches to-
ward comfort and marches toward high
hope and marches toward a triumph
stupendous and everlasting, toward
hosannaS that ever hoist and hallelujahs
that ever roll. Now if that is not the
turning of the shadow on the dial OF
Ahaz from going toward shutdown to 60
ing toward sunrise, what is it?
HAVE SEEN DAY BREAK
Over Mont Blanc and the Matterhorn,
over the heights Of Lebanon, over
Mount Washington, over the Sierra Ne
vadaS, and mid-Atlantic, the morning
after a departed storm when the pillows
were liquid Alps and liquid Sierra Ne
vadas, but the sunrise Of the soul Is
more effulgent and more transporting.
1t bathes all the heights Of the soul and
ilumines all the depths Of the soul and
whelmS all the faculties, all the aspira-
tions, all the ambitions, all the hopes
with a light that sickness cannot
eclipse or death eXtinguish or eternity
do anything but augment and magnify.
preach the sunrise. As l look at that
retrogade movement OF the shadow on
Ahaz's dial, remember that 1t was
sign that Hezekiah was going to get
well and he got well. So have to tell
all you who are by the grace OF God
having your day turned from decline
toward night to ascent toward morn
ing, that you are going TO get well, well
of all your sins, well Of all your sor-
rows, we'll OF all your earthly distresses.
Sunrise
But, says some one, all that you say
may be true, but that does not hinder
the horrors Of dissolution. Why, you
who are the Lords, are not going to die.
All that the grave gets Of you as COM
pared with your chief, your immortal
nature, is as the clippings of your fin
ger nails as compared with your whole
body. As you run the scissors along
the edge of your thumb nail and you
cut off that which is of no use but rather
a hindrance, you do not mourn over the
departure Of that fragment which flies
away. Death will be only the scissoring
of of that which could be of no use and
the soul has no funeral over that
which would be an awful nuisance il we
could not get rid of it.
THIS BODY AS IT NOW is,
what failure it would make Of heaven
II our departing soul had to be bur
dened with it in the next world. While
others there go ten thousand miles
a minute we would take about an
hour to walk four miles, and while our
neighbor immortals could see hundred
miles we could see only ten miles, and
the feetest and the healthiest Of our
bodies If seen there would make IL nee
essary to open in heaven an asylum for
cripples. No; no; one Of the best pos
sible things that will happen to us will
be the sloughing off Of this body when
we have no more use for il In its present
state. When il shall come up in its res
directed form we will be very glad to
get 1t back again, but not as it is now
with its limitations and bedwarfments
innumerable. Sunrise!
There shall battle my weary sod
In seas OF heavenly rest,
Aad not a wave OF trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast
Sunrise! But not like one Of those
mornings after you had gone to bed
late, or did not sleep well, and you get
up chilled any yawning, and the morn
ing bath is repulSion, and you feel
like saying to the morning sun shining
into your window: ~ do not see what
you find to smile about; your bright
ness is to me a mockery." But the in
rush of the next will be morning
after a sound sleep, sleep that moth
ing can disturb, and you will rise, the
sunshine in your faces, and In your first
morning in heaven you will wade down
into the sea OF glass mingled with fire,
the foam on fire with a splendor you
never saw on earth aud the
ROLLING WAVES ARE DoxoLoGIEs,
and the rocks Of that shore are golden,
and the pebbles of that beach are pearl,
and the skies that arch the scene are a
commingling Of all the colors that st.
John saw on the wall of heaven, the
crimson and the blue and the saffron
aud the orange and the purple and the
gold and the green wrought on those
skies in shape OF garlsnds, of banners,
of ladders, of chariots, of crowns, of
thrones. What sunrise! Do you not
feel its warmth on your faces? Scovllle
McCollum, the dying boy of our Sunday
School, uttered what shall be the pero-
ration Of this sermon, Throw back the
shutters and let the sun inl" And so
the shadow of Ahaz's sun-dial turns
from sunset to sunrise.