Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1893-06-16

not escape, moment OF TWO OelOTe ne
got to the verge of the plunge, he
lifted wine bottle and drank it Oft,
and then tossed the battle into the air.
81 there are men who clutch the wor d,
and they go down through the rapids
of temptation and sin, and they hold
on to the very last moment of life,
drinking to their eternal damnation as
they go over and go down.
Oh, let gol Let go! The best for
tunes are in heaven. There are no abb
sconding cashiers from that bank, no
failing in promises to pay. Set your
affections on things above, not on
things on the earth. Let gol Depend
upon il that God will keep upon you
the staff or The rod or the iron wheel
until you do let go.
Another thing my text teaches us is,
that Christian sorrow is going to have
sure terminus. Ny text says:
Bread corn is bruised, because he
will not be ever through thrcshing it."
Blessed be God for that! Pound away,
o fail Turn on, o wheel! Your work
will soon be d ne. "He will not be
ever thl'eshing it." Now the Christian
has almost as much use in the organ
for the stop tremulant as he has for
the trumpet. But after awhile he will
put the last dirge into the portfolio
forever. So much of us as is wheat
will be separated from so much as is
chaff. and there will DO no more need
of pounding.
They never cry in heaven, because
they have nothing to cry about. There
are no tears of bereavement, for you
shall have your friends all round
about you. There are no tears of
Cif &c nj hn
Kings table, and has his own chariot
of salvation, and free access to ths
wardrobe where Princes get thele
array. No tears of sickness, for there
are no pneumonias on the air, and no
malarial eNhalations from,the rolling
river of life, and no crutch for the
lame limb, and no spGnt for the broken
arm; but the pulses throbbing with
the health of the eternal God, in a
climate like our June before the bios
SONS fall, or our gorgeous October be-
fore the leaves scatter.
In that land the souls will talk over
the different modes of threShing. Oh.
the story of the staff that struck the
ftches, a d the TO that beat the cum
min, and the iron wheel that went
over the corn. Daniel w IL describe
the lions, and Jonah the leviathan, and
Paul the G mwood whips with which
lie was scourgel, and Eve will tell
how aromatic Eden was the day She
left it, and John Rogers W Ill tell of the
smart of the fam, and Elijah of the
fiery team that wheeled him up the
sky-steeps, and Christ of the mum bness
and paroXys and hemorrhages of the
awful crucitiXion. There they are be-
fore the throne of God. On one eleva-
ton all those VINO were struck of the
staff. On a higher elevation all those
who were struck of the rod. On
n highest elevation, and amid the
highest attitudes OF heaven, all
those who were under the wheel.
lie will not ever be threshins it.
Oh! my hearers, is there not enough
salve in this text TO make a plaster
large enough TO heal all your wounds?
Wnen ch!d is hurt, the mother is
very apt to say 10 il: Now. il will
soon feel better" And that is what
God says when he unbosoms all the
trouble in the hush OF this great
promise. 'N eeping may endure for
night, but JOY cometh in the morning"
You may leave your pocket handlIer-
chief sopping wet with tears on your
death pillow, but we will go up abb
solutely sorrowless. They will wear
black; you will weat white. Expresses
for them; PAINS for YOU.
lol will say: lis it possible that
an here? Is this heaven? Am | so
pure now that / will never do any thing
wrong? Am / so well that will never
again be sick? Are these panion-
ships 20 firm that they will never again
be broken? is that Mary? Is that
} ohm? Is that my loved one | put
away into darkness? Can it be that
these are the faces of those who lay so
wan and emaciated in the back room
on that awful night dying? oh, how
radiant they are. Look at them! How
radiant they are!
why, how unlike this place is from
what thought when left the world
below. Ministers drew pictures of this
iaud, but how tame compared with the
reality! They told me on earth that
death was sunset. No, no! 1t is sun
rise! Glorious sunrise! l see the light
! now purpling the hills, and the clouds
flame with the coming day."
Then the gates of heaven will be
opened, ami the entranced soul, with
the acuteness and power of the celes-
tial vision, will look ten thousands of
miles down upon the hammered pro-
| ces sions-a river of shimmering SPLEEN
dor-and will cry out: Who are
they?" And the angel of God stand
ing close by, will say: Don't you
know who they are?" mo" says the
! entranced soul, Il cannot guess who
they are" The angel will say: II
will tell you, then, who they are
These are they who came out of great
tribulation, or threshing, and had
their robes washed and made white in
the blood of the Lamb"
Oh! that could administer some of
these drops OF celestial anodyne to
those nervous ana excited souls. If
| you would take enough of it it would
cure all your pangs, The thought that
you are going TO get through with this
after while, all this sorrow and all
this trouble. We shall have a great
many grand days i l heaven, but will
tell you which will be the grahdest
day of all the million ages of heaven.
You say: Are you sure you can tell
me?" Yes, can. 1t will be the day
we get there. Some say heaven is
| growing more glorious. / suppose it
is; but do not care much about that.
HeaN en- now is good enough for me.
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