Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1893-11-29

nave seen soldier ron up his sleeve and
show YOU his arm tattooed with the figure
Of a fortress which he was garrisoned, or
ne face OF n great general under whom he
ought You have seen many hand tat
Fooed with the face OF loved one before or
liter marriage.
This tattooing Is almost as old as the world.
It is some colored liquid punctured into the
flesh so indelibly that nothing can wash it
out. 1t may have been there fifty ysars, but
when the man goes into his comm that pic
ture will go with him on hand or arm. Now,
God says that he has tattooed US upon his
hands. There can be no other meaning in
the forty ninth CHAPTER OF Isaiah, where God
says, "Behold, have craven thee on the
palms of my hands ~
II was as much as to saw ~ cannot open
Ny hand to help, but think of you. can
not spread abroad Ny hands to bless, but
think of you. Wherever l go up and down
the heavens take these two pictures of YOU
with Me. They are so inwrought into My
being that cannot lose them. As long as
NV hands last the memory OF you will last.
Not on the back OF My hands, as though to
announce you to others, but on the palms OF
My hands for Myself to look at and study
and love. Not on the palm OF one hand
alone, but on the palms of both hands, for
while am looking upon one hand and think
ing OF you, must have the other hand free
to protect you, free to strike back your
enemy, free TO lift II you fall. Palms OF Nv
hands indelibly tattooed And though |
hold the winds in My flrst no cyclone shall
aproot the inscription of your name and
your face, and though I hold the ocean IN
The hollow of Ny hand its billowing shall not
wash out the record OF My remembrance.
Behold, 1 have craven thee on the palms Of
Ay hands,
What Joy, what honor can there be COM
parable to that of being remembered by the
mightiest an ! kindest and loveliest and ten
lErR=t afTaPTfOnnfn being in fla
| universe? Think of it, to hold an everlasting
place in the heart of God. The heart of God
| The most beautiful palace in the universe.
Let the archqnyel build sOme palace as
grand as that If he can. Let him crumble up
all the stars OF Yesternight and tomorrow
aicht and put them together as mosaics for
such a palace floor. Let him take all the sun
, rises and sunsets OF all the days and the
auroras Of all the nights and hang them as
upholstery at its windows.
Let him take all the rivers, and all the
lakes. and all the oceans, and toss them into
the fountains of this palace court. Let him
fake all the gold ofa!l the hills and hang it in
its chandeliers, and all the pearls OF ali the
seas. and all the diamonds OF all the fields,
and with them arch the doorwayS o! that
/ palace. and then invite into it all the glories
that Esther ever saw at a Persian banquet, or
Daniel ever walked among in Babylonian
castles or Joseph ever witnessed in Pharaoh s
throneroom. and then yourself enter this
. rasrIe of archangelic construction, and see
how poor palace it is compared with the
{ greater palace that some OF You have already
1 found in the heart OF q lOylnS an par ION Il :
/ God. aud into which all the music, and all
/ the n-avars and all the sermonIc considera-
lions of tins day are trying 70 introduce you
through the blood OF the slain ianp.
On. where is oblivion now! From tha
dark and oysrsha lowing word that IL seemed
when [ beygn. il has become something,
which no man or woman or child VINO loves
the Lord need ever felr. Oblivion defeated,
i Oblivion dead. Oblivion sspulcheret. But
I must not be SO hard on that devoar.nr
monster, for into its grave 30 ali our sins
when the Lord for Christs sake has forgiven
them. Just blow a resurrection trumpet
over them when once oblivion has snapped
them down. Not one OF them rises. BOW
anain. Not a stir amid all the partonei in
IOuities OF a lifetime Bow gam. Not one
OF them moves in the deep grave trenches.
But TO this power.e=S resurrection trumpet
a voice responds, half hU laG. half divine,
and it must be part man an part Col, say
Ing. ''Their sins and their ING uities will re-
N member no more"
Thank God for this blessed oblivion. Sc
you see did not invite you down into ce!'
lar but upon throne; not into the grave
yard to which all materialism ls destined
but into a garden all abloom with everiastin1
remembrance. The frown OF my first teXi
has become the kiss of the second text. An
nihilation has become coronation. The wrinS
ing hands of a great agony have become the
clapping hands of great Joy. The requiem
with which we began has become the grant
march with which we close. The tear o
sadness that rolled down our cheek na'
struck the lip on which sits the laughter o
Gernal triumph.