The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-05-31

the Knee and barefoot crossed the meadow
brook on the old homestead. The oddsmay
seem to be all against you, but / guess it
will be all right with you il you have God
on your side and all the angelic, cherubic,
seraphic and archangelic kingdoms. IF
God be for you, who can be against your
Lay hold of the Lord in prayer, and you
will go free, as did Richard Cecil with
40 of missionary money in his saddle
bags, and the highwaymen grabbed his
horse by the bride and told him to deliver,
and he prayed God for safety, and sudden
ly one of the robbers said: ''AIr. Cecil
once heard you preach Boys, let the gen
tleman 60"
MIRIAM AND THE TIdBREL.
But let me criticise Miriam little for
the instrument of music she employed in
the divine service on the sandy beach. Why
not take some other instrument? The harp
was sacred instrument. Why did she not
take that' The cymbal was a sacred in
strument Why did she not take that?
The trumpet was a sacred instrument.
Why did she not take that' Amid that
great host there must have been musical
instruments more used in religious service.
No. She took that which she liked the best
and which she could best express her
graduation over nations rescue, first
through the retreat of the waves of the
Red sea, and then through the clapping of
the hands of their destruction. So / with
draw my criticism of Miriam. Let every
one take her or his best mode of divine
worship and celebration. Ny idea of heav-
en- is that it is place where we can do as
we please and have everything we want.
OF course we viii do nothing wrong and
want nothing harmful.
How much of the material and physical
will finally make up the heavenly world
know not, but / think Gabriel will have his
trumpet, and David his harp, and Handel
his organ, and Thalberg his piano, and the
great Norwegian performer his violin, and
Miriam her timbrel, and as cannot make
music on any of them think will move
around among all of them and listen. But
there are our friends of the Scotch Cove
nanter church, who do not like musical in
struments at all in divine worship, and they
need not have them.
! tell Duncan and Mcleod and Bruce
they need never hear in heaven a single
string thrum or single organ roll. We
shall all do as we please in that radiant place
if through the pardoning and sanctifying
grace of Christ we ever get there. What
day it will be when we stand on the beach
of heaven and look back on the Red sea of
this worlds sin and trouble and celebrate
the fact that we have got through, and got
over, and got up, our sins and our troubles
attempting to follow gone clear down under
the waves Oh, crimson floods, roll over
them and drown them, and drown them
foreverl
THE GREATEST OF ALL JUBILEEs.
What a celebration it will be-our resur-
rected bodies standing on the beach, whose
pebbles are amethyst and emerald and
agate and diamonds What a shaking of
handsl What talking over old times!
What jubileel What an opportunity TO
visit! In this world we have so little time
for that. am looking forward to eternal
socialities. To be with God and never sin
against him. To be with Christ and for
ever feel his love. To walk together in
robes of white with those with whom on
earth we walked together in black raiment
of mourning. To gather up the members
of our scattered families and embrace them
with no embarrassment, though all heaven
be looking on.
A mine in Scotland caved in and caught
amid the rocks young man who in a few
days was to have been united in holy mar
riage. No one could get heart to tell his
affianced of the death of her beloved, but
some one made her believe that he had
changed his mind about the marriage and
willfully disappeared. Fifty years passed
on, when one day the miners, delving in
the earth, suddenly came on the body of
that young man, which had all those years
been kept from the air and looked just as
it was the day of the calamity. Strong,
manly, noble youth, he sat there looking as
on the day he died. But no one recognized
the silent form.
After awhile they called the oldest in
habitants to come and see if any one could
recognize him. a woman, with bent form
and her hair snowy white with years, came
last, and looking upon the silent form that
had been so completely preserved gave a
bitter cry and fell into long swoon. 1t
was the one to whom half a century before
she was to have been welded, looking then
just as when in the days of their youth
their affections had cOmmingled. But the
emotion of her soul was too great for NOR
tai endurance, and two days after those
who so years before were to have Joined
hands in wedlock were at last married in
the tomb, and side by side they wait for
the resurrection.
Ny friends, we shall come at last upon
those of our loved ones who long ago halted
in the journey of life They will be as fair
and beautiful-yea, fairer and more beauti
full than when we parted from them. 1t
may be old age looking upon childhood or
youth. "a, my l1OFu, now we nave missed
them Separated for 10 years or 20 years or
30 years, but together at the last, together
at the last! just think of It'll VIII it not
be glorious? Miriam's song again appro-
pirate, for death, riding on the pale horse
with his four hoOfs on all our hearts, shall
have been forever DISCONNECTED.
see them now-the gloriied-assem-
bled for a celebration mightier and more
jubilant than that on the banks of the Red
sea, and from all lands and ages, on beach
of light above beach of light, gallery above
gallery, and thrones above thrones, in cir
cling sweep of 10000 miles of surrounding
and upheaved splendor, while standing be-
fore them on 'sea of glass mingled with
fire." Michael, the archangel, with swing
| ingscepter, beats time for the multitudinous
chorus, crying: "Singl Sing Sing We to the
Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously;
the horse and his rider hath he thrown into
the sea-"
| Not Scared.
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