The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-11-15

House of Many Mansions" will stand,
as long as the throne of God will stand
EuiId Temples for the Sky.
Another defeat of oblivion will be
| found in the character of those whom
we rescue, uplift or save. Character is
eternal. Suppose by right influence we
| aid in transforming a bad man into
| good man. a disheartened man into a
| courageous man-every stroke Of that
| work done will be immortaIized. There
may never be SO much as one line in a
newspaper regarding it, or no mortal
! tongue may ever whisper it into human
/ ear, but wherever that soul shall go
| your work upon it shall go. wherever
/ that soul rises your work on it will rise,
and so long as that soul will last your
work sn 1t will last
| Do you suppose there will ever come
such an idiotic lapse in the history of
! that soul in heaven that it shall forget
| that you invited him to Christ; that you,
| by prayer or gospel word, turned him
| round from the wrong way to the right
/ way? No such insanity will ever smite
| a heavenly citizen. 1t is not half as
| well on earth known that Christopher
/ Wren planned and built st. Paurs as it
will be known in all heaven that you
were the fundamentally Of building
temple for the sky.
| We teach a Sabbath class, or put a
Christian tract in the hand of a passer-
! by, or testify for Christ in a prayer
meeting, or preach a sermon, and go
| home discouraged, as though nothing
had been accomplished, when we had
been character building with a material
| that no frost or earthquake or rolling
| damage bring
| down.
There is no sublimer art ON earth than
| arcniture. With pencil and rule and
] compass the architect sits down alone
and in silence. and envolves from his
| own brain a cathedral, or a national
| capitol, or q massive home before he
| leaves that table, and then he goes out
and unrolls his plans, and calls carpen-
| tiers and masonS and artisans of all sorts
to execute his design, and when it is
finished he walks around the vast struc-
| ture and sees the completion Of the work
| with high satisfaction, and on a stone
at some corner of the building the archi-
tect's name may be chisled. But the
! storms do their work, and time, that
| takes down everything, will yet take
down that structure until there shall not
be one stone left upon another.
The Everlasting Now.
But there is a soul in heaven.
there. Under Gods grace you are the
architect of its eternal happiness. Your
name is written, not on one corner of it's
nature, but inwrought into its every fiber
and energy. Will the storms of winter
wash out the story of what you have
wrought upon that spiritual structure?
| No. There are no storms in that land,
| and there is no winter. Will time wear
out the inscription which shows your
fidelity? No. Time is past and it is an
| everlasting now. Built into the fOunda-
tons of that imperishable structure,
built into it's pillars. built into its cap
stone, is your name-either the name
| you have on earth or the name by which
celestiaIs shall call you.
l know the bible says in one place
that God is a jealous God. but that re-
fers to the work Of those who worship
some other god. A true father is not
jealous of his child. With what glee you
show the picture your child penciled, or
| a toy ship your child hewed out, or re-
cite the noble deed your child accom-
plished! And God never was jealous Of
a Joshua, never was jealous of a Paul,
never was jealous of a Frances Haver-
| gal never was jealous of a man or
woman who tried to heal wounds and
wipe away tears and lift burdens and
save souls; and while all is of grace, and
yourself abnegatng utterance will be,
Not unto us, not unto us, but unto thy
name. o Lord, give glory!' you shall al
| ways feel a heavenly satisfaction in
every good thing you did on earth, and
If iconoclasm, borne from beneath,
should break through the gates of
heaven and efface one record of your
earthly fidelity. methinks Christ would
take one of the nails of His own cross
and write somewhere on the crystal, or
the amethyst, or the iacinth, or the
chrysoprasus, your name and just UNI
der it the inscription of my text, THE
| righteous shall be held in everlasting
remembrance
oh, this character building! You and
are every moment busy in that ire
mendous occupation. You are making
me better or worse, and l am making
you better or worse, and we shall
through all eternity bear the mark of
this benediction or blasting.
A Moment of JOY.
Let others have the thrones of heaven
those who have more nightly wrought
for God and the truth-but it will he
heaven enough for you and me if ever
and anon we meet some radiant soul on
the boulevards of the great city who
shall say: you helped me once. You
encouraged me when I was in earthly
struggle 1 do not know that l would
have reached this shining place had il
not been for you" And we will laugh
with heavenly glee and say: "Hal hal
Do you really remember that talk? Do
you remember that warning? Do you
remember that Christian invitation
What memory you have, Why, thai
must have been down there in Brooklyn
or New Orleans at least 10000 900, 00C
years ago" And the answer will be-
Yes, il was as long as that, but re-
member it as well as though it were yes
terday"
Oh, this character buildingl The struc-
ture lasting independent of passing GEN.
turtles, Independent of crumbling mauso-
leums, independent of the whole plane
tary system. Aye, if the material uni.
verse, which seems all bound together
like one piece of machinery, should some
day meet with an accident that should
send worlds crashing into each other like
telescOped railway trains. and all the
wheels of consultations and galaxies
should stop. and down into one chasn
of immensely all the suns and moons
and stars should tumble like the mid
night express at Ashtabula, that woult
not touch us and would not hurt God
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