The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1893-11-15


their nostrils, what are unread biogra-
phies in the alcoves of city library,
compared with the imperishable rec
ords you have made in the illumined
memories OF those to whom you did
such kindnesses? Forget them? They
cannot forget them. Notwithstanding
oil their might and splendor, there are
some things the glorified of Heaven
cannot do, and this is one Of them
They cannot forget an earthly kind
ness done They have no cutlass to part
that cable. They have no strength to
hurl into oblivion that benefaction.
Has Paul forgotten the inhabitants Of
Malta, who extended the island hospi-
tality, when he and others with him had
felt added to a shipwreck, the drench-
Ing rain and the sharp cold? Has the
victim of the highwayman on the road
TO Jericho forgotten the good Samari-
tan with a medicament of oil and wine
and free ride to the hostelryP Have
tho English soldiers who went up to
God from the Crimean battlefelds for
gotten Florence Nightingale? Through
all eternity, will the Northern and
, Southern soldiers forget the Northern
and Southern women who administered
to the dying boys in blue and gray
after the awful fights Ia Tennessee and
Pennsylvania and Virginia and Geor-
gia, which turned every house and barn,
and shed into hospital and incarna-
dined the Susquehanna and the James
and the Chattahoochee and the Savan-
nah with brave blood? Tho kindness
you do to others will stand as long in
the appreciation Of Others as the Gates
Of Heaven will stand, as the "House Of
Many Mansions" will stand, as long as
the throne Of God will stand.
Another defeat of Oblivion will be
found in the character of those whom
we rescue, uplift and save. Character
is eternal. Suppose by right inau-
ence we aid in transforming bad
man into good man, a dolorous man
into happy man, disheartened man
into courageous man, every stroke Of
that work done will be immortalized.
There may never be so much as ono
line in newspaper regarding 1t, or no
mortal tongue may ever whisper 1t
into human ear, but wherever that
soul shall go, your work upon 1t shall
go; wherever that soul rises, your work
on it will rise, and so long as that soul
will last, your work on it will last. Do
you suppose there will ever come such
an idiotic lapse in the history Of that
soul in heaven that II 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
way2 No such insanity will ever smite
heavenly citizen. II is not half as
well on earth known that Christopher
Wren planned and built st. Paurs, as
IL will be known in all Heaven that
you were the instrumentality Of build
ing temple for the sky.
We teach Sabbath class or put
Christian tract in the hand Of passer-
by, or testify for Christ in a prayer
meeting or preach sermon, and go
home discouraged, as though nothing
had been accomplished, when we had
been character building with a mater
ial that no frost or earthquake or roll
ing Of the centuries can damage or
bring down. There is no sublimer art
on earth than architecture. With PEN
ell and rule and compass, the architect
sits down alone and in silence, and
evolves from his own brain cathedral
or a national capitol or a massive home
before he leaves that table, and then
he goes out and unrolls his plans, and
calls carpenters and masons and arti-
sans of all sorts TO execute his design,
and when it Is finished he walks around
the vast structure and sees the compile
tion Of the work with high satisfaction,
and on stone at some corner Of the
building the architects name may be
chiseled. But the storms do their work,
and time, that takes down everything,
win yet take down that structure,
until there shall not be one stone
left upon another But there Is a
soul in Heaven. Through your instru-
mentality IL was put there Under
Gods grace you nre the architect of its
eternal happiness. Your name is writ
ten, not on one corner Of its nature,
but inwrought into its every fiber and
energy. win 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. win time wear
out the inscription which shows your
fidelity? No Time is past and II is
an Everlasting Now. Built into the
foundation OF that imperishable struc-
ture, built into its pillars, builtinto 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
a Jealous God, but that refers 10 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, or recite
the noble deed your child accomplished,
and God never was Jealous Of a Joshua,
never was jealous Of Paul, never was
Jealous OF Frances Havergal, 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 your self-abneRating utterance
will be, mot unto us, not unto
us, but unto Thy name, o Lord,
give gloryp' you shall always feel
heavenly satisfaction In every good
thing you did on earth, and II icono-