The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-11-13

. ne leaves the Ia Die, ana IQen ne goes out
and unrolls his plans, ana calls carpen-
. tiers and masons and artisans of all sorts
. to execute his design. and when it Is
finished be walks around the vast struc-
ture. and sees the completion of the
work with high satisfaction, aud on
stone at some corner OF the building the
architects name may be chiseled. But
. the storms do their work, ana time, that
R takes down everything. win yet take down
that structure, until there shallnOt be one
stone left upon another But there is a
| soul in heaven, Through your instru-
| mentality it was put there. Under Gods
/ grace you are the architect of its eternal
| happiness. Your name is written, not on
1 one corner of It's nature, but lnwrOught
into its every fiber and energy. VIII the
! storms of winter wash out the story Of
| what you have wrought upon that spirit
nal structure! No There are no storms
in that land and there is no winter. VIII
time wear out the inscription which
shows your fidelity No. Time is past
and it is an everlasting now. Built into
the foundation Of that imperishable
structure, built into its pillars, built into
its capstOne, is your name. either the name
you have on earth or the name by which
celestials shall call you. ! know the Bible
says in one place that God is u jealous
God, but that refers 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 peuciled. or a toy ship your child
! hewed out, or recite the noble deed your
child accom- plished, and God never was
jealous of a Joshua, never was jealous of
Paul, never was jealous of a Francis
Havergal, never was jealous of a man
or woman who tried to heal wounds ana
wipe away tears and lift burdens and
save souls, and while all is of grace. and
your self-abnegating utterance will be
Not unto US, not unto US, but unto thy
name, Oh, Lord, give glory!' you shall
always 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
eface one record of your earthly fidelity,
methinks Christ would take one of the
nails of his own Cross and write some
where on the crystal or the amethyst or
the iacinth or the chrYsOprasus your
name, and Just under it the inscription of
my text: The righteous shall be held
IN everlasting remembrance. Oh, this
character building! You and I are every
moment busy in that tremendous occupa-
tion. You are making me better or worse
and am making you better or worse and
we shall through all eternity. bear the
mark of this benedictiOn or blasting Let
others have the thrones of heaven, those
who have more nightly wrought for
God and the truth. but it will be heaven
enough for you and me if ever and anon
we meet some radiant souls on the boule-
wards of the Great City who shall say:
You helped me once. You encouraged
me when | was in earthly struggle. I
do not know that l would have reached
this shining place had it not been for
you, and we will laugh with heavenly
glee, and say, ''Ha! ha Do you really
remember that talk? Do you remember
that warming DO you remember that
Christian invitation What memory
you have! Why, that must have been
down there in Brooklyn or New Orleans
at least then thousand million years ago.
And the answer will be: Yes, it was as
long as that, but remember it as well as
though it were yesterday O, this
character building! The structure last
ing Independent of passing centuries, in
dependent Of crumbling mausOleums, in
dependent of the whole planetary system
Aye, if the material universe, 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 con
stellatiOns and galaXies should stop. and
down into one chasm of immensely all the
suns and moons and stars should tumble
like the midnight express at Ashtabula,
that would not touch US, and would not
hurt God, for God is a spirit and charac-
ter and memory are immortal and
over that grave of wrecked
material universe might truthfully be
written: The righteous shall be held in
everlasting remembrance" Oh, Time,
we defy thee! Oh, Death, we stamp thee
in the dust of thine own sepuIchres
Oh, Eternity, roll on till the last star has
stopped rotating and the last sun is ex-
tingmShed on the sapphire pathway and
the last moon has illumined the last night,
and as many years have passed as all the
scribes that ever took pen could describe
by as many figures as they could write in
all the centuries of all time but thou
shalt have no power to eface from any
soul in glory the memory of anything we
have done to bring it to God and heaven.
There is another, and a more complete
defeat for Oblivion, and that is. in the
heart of God Himself. You have seen a
sailor roll up his sleeve and show YOU his
arm tattooed with the figure of favorite
ship, perhaps the first one in which he
eyer sailed You have seen soldier roll
up his sleeve and show YOU his arm tat
! tooed with the figure of a fortress where
he was garrisoned or the face of the great
! General under whom he fought You
have seen many hand tattooed with the
! face Of q loved one before or after marri-
! age. This tattoOing isGalmost as old as the
world. 1t is some ColOrcd liquid punct-
| urea INTO Jne uGSn so lnQellOlN that moth
ing can wash it out. 1t may have been
there fifty years, but when the man goes
into his coffin, that pic
/ ture will go with him on
| hand or arm Now, Coo says that He
| has tattoed us upon his hands. There can
| be no other meaning in the forty-ninth
| chapter of Isaiah, where God says BE
| hold, | have craven thee on the palms of
| my hands 1t was as much as to say: Il
| cannot open my hand to help, but think
/ Of YOU, l cannot spread abroad my hands
/ to bless, but l think of you. Wherever
! so 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 my 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 | an looking upon one
| hand and thinking of you, / must
have the other hand free to PRO-
/ tect you, free to strike back your
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