The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1895-10-11

ye befoulers Of an immortal naturel
Turn out the beasts and lot Christ
come ini A heather came to an early
Christian who had the reputation Of
curing diseases. The Christian said,
"You must have all your idols destroy
ed. " The heather gave to the Christian
the key to his house, that he might go
In and destroy the idols. He battered
to pieces all he saw, but still the man
did not get we'll. The Christian said to
him, "There must be some idol in your
house not yet destroyed" The heather
confessed that there was one idol of
beaten gold that he could not bear to
give up. After awhile, when that was
destroyed, in answer to the prayer Of
the Christian, the sick man got we'll.
Many man has awakened in his dy-
ing hour to find his sins all about him.
They clambered up on the right side Of
the bed, and ON the left side, and over
the headboard, and over the footboard,
and horribly devoured the soul.
Repent, the voice celestial cries,
Nor longer dare delay.
The wretch that scorns the mandate dies
And meets a fiery day.
A Believing Heart.
Again, we need believing heart. A
good many years ago weary one went
up one of the hills of Asia Minor, and
with two logs ON his back cried out to
all the world, offering to carry their
sins and sorrows They pursued him.
They slapped him in the face. They
Knocked him. When he groaned, they
groaned. They shook their fists at him.
They spat on him. They bounded him
ab though he were wild beast. His
healing Of the sick, his sight giving to
the blind, his mercy to the outcast, 81
fenced not the revenge of the world. His
prayers and benedictions were lost in
that whirlwind of execration: "Away
with him Away with himW
All, it was not merely the two pieces
of wood that he carried; it was the
transgressions of the race, the anguish
of the ages, the wrath of God, the sor
rows Of hell, the stupendous interests
Of an unending eternity No wonder
his back bent. No wonder the blood
started from every pore. No wonder
that he crouched under torture that
made the sun faint, and the everlasting
hills tremble, and the dead rush up in
their winding sheets as he cried, eff it
be possible, let this cup pass from me. I"
But the cup did not pass. None to com
fort.
There he hangs What has that hand
done that it should be thus crushed in
the palm? It has been healing the lame
aud wiping away tears. What has that
foot been doing that it should be so
lacerated! 1t has been going about do
ing good Of what has the victim been
guilty? Guilty of saving world. Tell
me, ye heavens and earth, was there
ever such another criminal? Was there
ever such a crime? On that hill of car
mage, that sunless day, amid those
bowling rioters, may not your sins and
mine have persisted? l believe it. Oh
the ransom has been paid. Those arms
of Jesus were stretched out SO wide that
when he brought them together again
they might embrace the world. Oh, that
l might, out of the blossoms of the
spring or the flaming foliage of the
autumn make one wreath for my Lord
Oh, that all the triumphal arches of the
world could be sung in one gateway,
where the King of Glory might come in
Oh, that all the harps and trumpets and
organs Of earthly music might in one
anthem speak his praise!
But what were earthly flowers to him
who walketh amid the snow of the
white lilies of heaven? What were arch
es Of earthly masonry to him who hath
about his throne rainbow spun out Of
everlasting sunshine? What were all
earthly music to him when the hundred
and forty and four thousand on one side
and cherubim and seraphim and arch
angels stand on the other side, and
all the space between is filed with the
doxologies of eternal jubilee-the no
sauna Of a redeemed earth, the hallelu,
iah of unfallen angels, song after song
rising about the throne of God and of
the Lamb? In that pure, high place, let
him hear u.s. Stop, harps of heaven,
that our poor cry may be heard. 0
my Lord Jesus, it will not hurt thee
for one hour to step out from the shin
ing throng. They will make it all up
when thou goest back again. Come hith-
er, O blessed one, that we may kiss
thy feet. Our hearts, too long withheld,
we now surrender into thy keeping
When thou goest back, tell it to all the
immortals that the lost are found, and
let the Fathers house ring with the mu-
sic and the dance.
They have some old wine in heaven,
not used except in rare festivities. In
this world those who are accustomed to
use wine on great occasions bring out
the beverage and say, "This wine is 80
years old" Or $40 years old. " But the
wine of heaven is more than Is centu-
ries old. 1t was prepared at the time
when Christ trod the winepress alone.
When such grievous sinners as we come
back, methinks the chamberlain of heav
en- cries out to the servants: "This is
unusual joy Bring up from the vaults
of heaven that old wine Fill all the
tankards. Let all the white robed guests
drink to the immortal health of those
newborn sons and daughters of the
Lord Almighty. " "There is joy in heav-
en- among the angels of God over one
sinner that repenteth," and God grant
that that one may be you
A Forgivlng Heart.
Again, to have right heart it must
be forgiving heart. An old writer
says, "To return good for evil is God
like; good for good is manlike; evil ~
good devillike. - Which of these na,i, s
have we? Christ will have nothing {.
do with us as long as we keep any
grudge. We have all been cheated
lied about. There are people who d L..
us so much that if we should come ;lo..
to poverty and disgrace they Nat,.
say: "Good for him! Didn't tell ~,
so!'' They do not understand us y
sanctifed human nature says: "NG
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