The Red Cloud chief., 1892-11-04

hearers, get out Of the habit of looking
back and looking down and look up
and look forward. 1t Is useful nee in
awhile TO look back. but you had bet
ter, for the most part Of your time, stop
"reminiscences and begin anticipation.
We have, none Of US, hardly begun yet
II we love the Lord and trust him-and
you may all love him and trust him
from this moment on-we no more un-
derstand the good things ahead OF us
than a child ut school studying his "A b
c can understand what that has to do
with his reading John Rusltin's Seven
Lamps Of Architecture" or Dante's
"Divina Commedia."
20, but" says someone, 81 am get.
ting old and I have n touch of rheu-
matism In that foot, and I believe some
thing is the matter with my heart and
] cannot stand as much as l used to-"
Well, l congratulate you, for that shows
you are getting IRE the time when
you are going to eternal immortal
youth and be strong enough to hurl OIL
the battlements OF Heaven any bandit,
who, by unheard Of burglary, might
break into the Golden City. But"
says someone, ~ feel so lonely. The
most Of my friends are gone. and the
bereavements of life have multiplied
until this world, that was once SO bright
to me, has lost its charm" I c%ongratu.
late you, for, when you go, there will
be fewer here TO hold you back and
more there to pull you in. Look
ahead! The finger Of God Is pointing
| forward. We sit here in church, and
| by hymn and prayer and sermon and
| Christian association we try to get into
n frame Of mind that will be acceptable
TO God and pleasant to ourselves. But
what a stupid thing it all Is compared
| with what IL will he when we have
gone beyond psalm book and sermon
and Bible, and we stand, our last imper.
lection gone, in the presence Of that
charm OF the univcrse-the blessed
Christ-and have him look in our face
and say: ~ have been watching you
and sympathizing with you and help.
ing you all these years, and now you
are here. Go where you please and
never know a sorrow and never shed a
tear. There Is your mother now-she
Is coming to greet you-aud there Is
your father, and there are your chill.
dren. Sit down under this tree OF life
and on the banks Of this river talk II
all over"
My friends, I do not know how we
are going to stand it, mean the full
thrush of that splendor. Last summer
l saw Moscow, In some respects the
most splendid city under the sun. The
emperor afterward asked me II I haG
seen 1t, for Moscow Is the pride Of Rus
STA. I told him yes and that ! had seer
Moscow burn. / will tell you what
meant After examining 900 brass nj
mons which were picked out OF tho snow
after Napoleon retreated from Moscow
each cannon deep cut with the lette,
"N," l assembled n tower Of some 25t
feet, just before sunset, and on caci
platform there were bells, large ant
small, and I climbed up among the bells
and then as I reached the top, all thu
bells underneath me began to ring ant
they were joined by the bells Of lao
towers and domes and turrets. Som,
Of the bells sent out a faint tinkle o
sound, a sweet Standardization tina
seemed to bubble in the air, and other
Numbered forth boom after boom, boon
after boom, until it seemed to shak'
the earth and fill the heavens--sount
SO weird, so sweet, SO awful, SO grand
SO charming, so tremendous, so soft, 81
ripping, so rcverberating-and the,
seemed to wreathe, and whirl, and rise
and sink, and burst, and roll, and noun
and die.
The mingling of so many colors witt
SO many sounds was an entrance almos
too much for human nerves or humal
eyes or human ears. ! expect to Sc
nothing to equal it until you and I SO
Heaven. But that will surpass it an
make the memory Of what l saw tina
July evening in Moscow almost tam
and insipid. All Heaven aglow and al
Heaven airing, not in the sunset but Il
the sunrise. Voices Of our own kin
dred mingling with the doxologie
Of empires. Organs Of eternal worshi
responding to the trumpets tina
have Weakened the dead. Nations Il
white. Centuries In coronation. An
thems like the voice Of many waters
Circle Of martyrs. Circle Of apostles
Circle OF prophets. Thrones Of cherubin
Thrones of seraphim. Throne of arch
angel. Throne Of Christ. Throne q
God, Thrones! Thrones! Thrones
The finger of God points that way
Stop not until you reach that plac.
Through the a~toning Christ, all l spea
of and more may be yours and min'
Do you not hear the chime of the bell
of that metropolis of the universe? u
you not see the shimmering Of tn
} towers? Good morning.
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