Democratic messenger., 1892-01-09

clock in heaven, because ii is an
everlasting day; yet they kecpaa ac
count Of the passing years because
they are all the time hearing from
our world. The angels flying through
heaven report how many times the
earth has turned on its axis and in
that way the angels can keep a diary
and they say it is almost time now
for father to come up or for mother
to come up.
Some day they see cohort leaving
heaven and they say, Whittier
bound." and the answer is, ITO bring
up soul from earth" And the qucs
ton is asked What soult' And IL
family circle in heaven find that it is
one of their own number that is To he
brought up, and they come out to
watch. as On the beach we now watch
for ship that is to bring our friends
home. After awhile the cohort will
hcave III sight, flying nearer and
nearer, until with great clang the
gates hoist and with an embrace wild
with the ecstacy of heaven old
friends meet again.
Away with your stiff. formal
heaven. want none of it. Give
me place of infinite and eternal
sociality. My feet free from the clods
of earth. shall bound the hills with
gladness and break forth III laugh
of triumph Aha. aha. We weep
now, but then we shall laugh "Abra.
hams bosom means that heaven
has open arms to take us in Now
we fold our arms over our heart and
tell the world To stand back. as
/ though our bosom was two barred
gate to keep the world out Heaven
stands not with folded arms, but with
heart open 1t is Abraham bosom :"
CHILDHOOD ~ HEAVEN.
see mother and her child meet
ing at the foot of the throne after
some years absence The child died
twenty years ago, but is child
yet. think the little ones who die
will remain children through all
eternity. 1t would be no heaven
without the little darlinss lido not
want those that are in heaven to
grow up. We need their infant
voices i'll the great song. And when
we walk out in the fields of light we
want them to run ahead and clap
their hands and pick out the bright
est of the field flowers Yes, here iS
a child and its mother meeting The
child long i'll glory, the mother just
arrived
How changed you are. my dar
ling" says the mother Yes" says
the child, this is such a happy place
and Jesus has taken such care of me.
and heaven is SO kind, got right
over the fever with which | died
The skies are so fair. mother, The
flowers are SO sweet, mother The
temple is so beautiful, mother. Come,
take me up in your arms rs you used
to-" Oh, do not know how we shall
stand the first day in heaven Do
you not think we will break down in
the song from over delightl once
gave out III church the hymn:
There Is land OF pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign,
and an aged man standing in front
of the pulpit sang heartily the first
verse and then he sat down weep
ing. | said to him afterwaiI. "Fa
ther Linton. what made you cry over
that hymn!" He said. Il could not
stand it the joys that are coming. !"
When heaven rises for the doXology,
[ cannot see how we can rise with it
if all these waves of everlasting de
light come upon the soul. billow of
Joy after billow of JOY Methinks
Jesus would be enough for the first
lay in heaven, yet here he approach
ss with all heaven ut his back
But must close this sermon. This
is the last January to some who are
present. You have entered the year,
but you will not close it. Within
these twelve months your eyes will
shut for the last sleep. Other hands
will plant the Christmas tree and give
the New Years congratulations. AS
a procla'sation of JOY to some, and
as matter of warning to others. |
leave III your ears these five words of
one syllable each. This year thou
shalt die"