Democratic messenger., 1893-06-17

I ever thrashng it, Now. the Christian
has almost as much use in the organ for
the stop trcmulant as he has for the
trumpet. But after awhile hc will put the
last dirgc into the portfolio forever. Sc
much of us is wheat will bc separated
from so much as is chaff. and there will b,
no more need of pounding.
No TEARS ~ HEAVEN.
They never cry in heaven because they
have nothing to cry about. There are nC
tears of bereavement, for you shall have
your friends all around about you. Their,
are no tears Of poverty because each one sits
at the kings table and has his own chariot
of salvation and free access to the wardrobe
where princes get their array. No tears o.
sickness, for there are no pncumonias or
\ the air, and no malarial cxhaations from
the rolling river Of life. and no crutch foi
the lame limb. and no splint for the broker
arm, but the pulses throbbing with tn
health Of the eternal God in climate lik,
our June before the blossoms fall. or oui
I gorgeous October before the leaves scatter
I In that land the souls will talk over tn,
different modes Of thrashing. Oh, the
story Of the staff that struck the fitches
and the rod that beat the cummin. ami
the iron wheel that went over the corn
Daniel will describe the lions. and Jonai
leviathans. and Paul the elmwocd whips
with which he was scourged, and Eve vii.
tell how aromatic Eden was the day SHE
left it, and John Rogers will tell of the
smart of the flame, and Elijah Of the fiery
team that wheeled him up the sky sleeps
and Christ Of the numbness and paroxysn
and hcmorrhagcs Of the awful crucitixion
There they are before the throne of God
IL
of the staff. On higher elevation all
those who were struck of the rod. On 3
highest elevation and amid the highest
attitudes of heaven all those who wer,
under the wheel He will not ever b,
thrashng il.
oh. my hearers. is there not enough sllv,
in this text To make a plaster large enough
to heal your wounds When a child j.
hurt. the mother is very apt to say To it,
Now, il will soon feel better" And that i
what God says when he unbosoms all I'll,
trouble in the hush of this great promise
"Wecping may endure for a night, hut joy
cometh in the morning" You may letv,
your pocket handkerchief sopping wet with
tears on your death pillow. but you will x
up absolutely sorrowlcss They will wcai
black: yoa will wear white Expresses foi
them: palms for YOU.
You will say: is it possible that am
here: i this heaven, Am | 81 pure now
will never do anything wrong: Am s'
well that will never again bc SICK: Ar
these compan on>hips ~ firm tha; they
will never again hc broken i that Mary:
l. that John: l. that my loved one ] pa,
away into darkness. Can il he That thr>s
are the faces Of those who lay 50 wan and
cmaciatc,l in the back room on that awful
night dying, Oh how radiant they are
Look at them How radiant ihcy 9rc.
NOT \ - NS!r
why. how unlike this place j. from
what thought when left the world 1c
low Ministers drew picture. of this land
but how tam compared with the reality
They told me on earth hat death WA. siin
set. NJ. no. II i sunrise, Glorious sun
rise: see the light now purnlin-; the hill>
and the clouds flame with hrcumin'; day!
Then the gates of heaven will bc opened
and the entrancc,l soul. with the acutcne>s
and power of the celestial vision. will look
ten thousands of miles down upon the han.
nercd procrssion-a river of shimmerin:.
splendor will cry ont, Who ar,
they" And the angel of God standin.
close by will say. Don't you know whc
they are No" says the cntranccd soul
Il cannot guess who they are" The angel
will say:"l will tell you. then. who they are.
These are they who came ont of rrat trib-
ulation or thrl>hing and had their robe>
washed and made white in the blood of the
Lamb.
Oh, that could administer some uf i.ies.
drops of celestial auodync To- those nervous
ard excited souls. Ii you would take
enough of il, il would cure all your panes.
The thought that you are going To get
through with this after awhile. all this sor-
row and all this trouble. We shall have
great many grand days in heaven, but
will tell you which will bc the grandcsi
day of all the million ages of heaven. You
say. Are you Sirc you can tell me-" Yes.
can. 1t will hc the day we get there.
Some say heaven i. growing more glorious.
| suppose il j.. hut o,onot care much about
that. Heaven now is good enough for me.
History has no more gratulatory scene
than ,hr breaking in Of the English army
urnn Lucknow, India \ few weeks i,t.-
fore II massacre had occurred at Cawnporc,
and zoo women and children had been put
in a room. Then fivcprofcssional butchers
went in and slew them Then the bodies
Of the slain We're taken out and thrown in
ton we'll. As the English army came into
7 iN IDOIe tutN MtIlN iuAb lut ItslIils 9Aili.
OH what "A horrid scene, Sword STROKES
on the wall near the floor. showing that
TIE poor things had crouched when they
died, and they saw also that the floor WAS
ankle deep in blood The soldiers walked
ON their heels across it lest their shoes bc
submerged If the carnage. And on that
floor of blood there were flowing locks of
hair and fragments of dresses.
nEStsNTi. TI.c<En tn yf.If-Npu
Ont in Lucknow they had heard uf the
massacre. and the women were waiting for
the same awful death: waiting amid an
guish untold; waiting in pain and starva-
tion, hut waiting hcroicaly, when one day
Havclock and Outram and Norman and
Sir David Baird and Peel the heroes Of the
English army-huZZa for them broke in
on that horril scene. and while Vet the gums
were sounding and while cheers were is
suing from the starving. diving people on
the one side, and from the travel worn and
powder blackcned soldiers ON the at her
right there i'll front of the kings palace
thcro was such scene cf handShaking
and embracing and boisterouS joy aS would
utterly confound the pen of the poet and
the pencil of the painter.
And no wonder. when these en,aciaictl
women who had suffered ~ hcruically for
Chrst's sake. marched ont from their in
generations one wounded English ,oldivr
got up in his fatigue and wounds E:ld lean
I'd against the wall and threw his cap ilp
and shoutc,i Three cheers, my boys. for
;hc brave womca.
oh. that was an exciting scene But :,
gladdcr and more triumphant scene will
it bc when you come up into heaven from
the conflicts and incarcvrations of this
world streaming with the wounds uf
battle and wan with hunger, and while
the hosts of God are cheering their great
h">,raa you will strike han,.> of con
,.rlt,lation and eternal deliverancc in the
presence of the throne. On that night
there vii! bc hnntirc> on every hill Of hcav-
cu. and there will bc illumination in every
place. and tlicr will b" "a candle in every
window nh. nu: ] forget. forget. They
will have no need of the candle or ot the
sun, for the i.o;1i God givrth them li..hi
and they shall rci.n forever and ever. hail.
hail. sons and daughters of the Lord God