Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1893-11-18

mln1stered to tho dying poys1n blue ana
gray after the awful fights in Tennessee
and Pennsylvania and Virginia and
Georgia, which turned every house and
barn and shed into q hospital and incar-
nadined the Susquehanna, and the James,
and the Chattahooc and the Savannah
with brave blood? The kindnesses you
do to others will stand as long in the ap-
probation of others as the gates of heav-
en- will stand, Us the blouse of Many
Mansions" will stand, as long as the
throne of God will stand.
CHARACTER Is ETERNAL.
Another defeat of oblivion will be
found in the character of those whom we
rescue, uplift or save. Character is eter-
nal. Suppose by right influence we
aid in transforming q bad man into q
good man, dolorous man into happy
man, dishcartcned man into q cour-
ageous man-overy stroke Of That work
done will be i,nmortalized. There may
never be so much as one line in a news
paper 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 go long as
that soul will last your work omit 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
wayp No such insanity will ever smite a
heavenly citizen. 1t is not half US well
known on earth that Christopher Wren
planned and built St. Paul's as it will be
known in all heaven that you were the
fundamentally Of building temple for
the sky.
We teach Sabbath class, or put a
Christian tract in the hand of a passerby,
or testify for Christ in d prayer meeting,
or preach a sermon and go home dis
couraged, as though nothing had been ac-
complished, when we had been character
building with material that no frost or
earthquake or rolling Of the centuries can
damage or bring down.
There is no sublimcr art on earth than
architecture. With pencil and rule and
compass, the architect sits down alone
and in silence, and evolves from his own
brain cathedral, or a national capitol, OK
massive home before he leaves that Ia
Bile, and then he goes out and unrolls his
plans, and calls carpenters and masons
and artisans of all sorts to execute his
design, and when it is finished he walks
around the vast structure, and sees the
completion of the work with high Salts
faction, 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, will
vet take down that structure, until there
shall not be one stone left upon another.
But there is soul in heaven. Through
your fundamentally it was put there.
Under Gods grace you are the architect
Of its eternal happiness. Your name is
written, not on one corner of its 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 inscrip-
ton 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 jealous God, but that refers to
the work of those who worship some 9th
er god. A true father is not jealous of
his child. With what glee you show the
picture your child penciled, or toy ship
your child hewed out. or recite the noble
deed your child accomplished. And God
never was jealous Of q Joshua. never
was jealous OF a Paul, never was jeal
GUS of Frances Havergal; never was
jealous Of q 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 abnegating utterance will be,
'Not unto US. not unto US, but unto thy
name, O Lord, give gloryl" you shall
always feel 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 anne
thyst, or the jacinth, or the chrysoprasus,
your name and just under it the inscrip-
ton of my text, 1.-THE righteous shall be
held in everlasting remembrance.
Oh, this character buildingl You and
l are every moment busy in that tire
mendous occupation. You are making
me better or worse, and I am making
you better or worse, and we shall
through all eternity bear the marx OF.
this benediction or blasting. Let others
have the thrones of heaven-those who
have more nightly wrought for God
and the truth-but 1t will be heaven
enough for you and me if ever and anon
we meet some rad1anC soul on inc Doule-
wards of tho great city who shall say:
"You helped me once. You encouraged
me when was in earthly struggle. !
do not know that would have reached
this shining rlaco had it not been for
you" And we will laugh with heavenly
glee and soy: "Ha! hal Doyou really
remember that talk? Doyou remember
that warning? Do you remember that
Christian invitation2 What a memory
you havel Why, that must have been
down there in Brooklyn and New Or
leans at least ten thousanI million years
pgo." And the answer w! be, eyes, it
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