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


glory the memory OF anything we have
done TO bring 1t to God and heaven!
Tattooed ON Gods Hands.
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 a
favorite ship-perhaps the first one In
which he ever sailed. You have seen
soldier roll up his sleeve and show you
his arm tattooed with the figure OF
fortress where he was garrisoned or the
face of a great general under whom he
fought. You have seen many a hand
tattooed with the face of a loved one
before or after marriage.
This tattooing is almost as old as the
world. IL is some colored liquid pune
tured into the flesh so indelibly that
nothing can wash it out. 1t may have
been there fifty years, but when the
man goes into his coffin that picture
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 Ny handsl'
1t was as much as to say: II cannot
open my hand 10 help, but l think of
you. L cannot spread abroad my hands
TO bless, but / think of you. Wherever
] go up and down the heavens | take
these two pictures of you with me.
They are so inwrought into My being
that l 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 | am
1, g
you, 1 must have the other hand free
to protect you, free to strike back your
enemy, free to lift if you fall. Palms of
My hands indelibly tattooedl And
though 1 hold the winds in My fist no
cyclone shall uproot the inscription of
your name and your face. and though
l hold the ocean in the hollow of my
hand its billowing shall not wash out
the record of My remembrance. Be
hold, have craven thee on the palms
of My hands"
Gods Great Heart Palace.
What joy. what honor can there be
| comparable to that of being remembered
by the mightiest and kindest and love-
Hest and tenderest and most affection
ate being in the universe? Think of it,
to hold an everlasting place in the heart
of God. The heart of GodI' The most
beautiful palace in the universe. Let
the archangel build some palace as
grand as that if he can. Let him crum-
bic up all the stars of yesternight and
! tomorrow night and put them together
as mosaics for such a palace floor. Let
| him take all the sunrises 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
ha ntafp IF nall
| court. Let him take all the gold of all
| the hills and hang it in its chandeliers,
| and all the pearls of all the seas, and
| all the diamonds of all the fields, and
| with them arch the doorways of that
palace, and then invite into it all the
! glories that Esther ever saw at Per-
/ sian banquet. or Daniel ever walked
4 among in Babylonian castles, or Joseph
! ever witnessed in Pharaoh's thronerOom,
/ and then yourself enter this castle of
archangelic construction, and see how
| poor a palace it is compared with the
greater palace that some of you have
already found in the heart of a loving
| and pardOning God, and into which all
| the music, and all the prayers, and all
the sermonic considerations of this day
are tryig to introduce you through the
blood Of the slain lamb.
The Defeat of Oblivion.
oh, where is Oblivion powI From the
dark and overshaJowing word that it
( seemed when l began, IL has become
something which no man or woman or
child who loves The Lord need ever
fear. Oblivion defeated. Oblivion dead.
Oblivion sepulchered. But | must not be
so hard on that deyoufiLg monster for
into its grave go all our sins when the
| Lord for Christ's sake has forgiven
! them. Just blow a resurrection trumpet
over them when once oblivion has
snapped them down. Not one of them
rises. Blow again. Not stir amid all
/ the pardoned iniquities of a lifetime.
Blow again. Not one of them moves in
! the deep grave trenches. But to this
! powerless resurrection trumpet a voice
. responds, half human, half divine, and
/ it must be part man and part God,
| saying, Their sins and their iniquities
| will / remember no more"
Thank God for this blessed oblivionl
So you see l did not invite you down
| into a cellar, but upon throne; not into
the graveyard to. which all materialism
is destined, but into garden all abloom
with everlasting remembrance. The
/ frown of my first text has become the
kiss of the second text. Annihilation
has become coronation. The wringing
hands of a great agony have become the
clapping hands of a great joy. The
| requim with which we began has be-
come the grand march with which we
| close. The tear of sadness that rolled
down our cheek has struck the lip on
| which sits the laughter of eternal tri-
| umph.