Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1896-10-10

I Just before or just alter the beginning
of this century, aud You will find that
some of the documents are SO faded out
that you can read only here and there o
word. From the paper yellow with
age, or the parchment unrolled before
you, time has effaccd line after line.
You have to guess at the name and
perhaps guess wrongly. Old Time is
represented 90 carrying a scythe, with
which he cuts down the generations,
but he carries also chemicals with
which he eats out whole paragraphs
from important documents. We talk
about indelibfe ink, but there is no
such thing as indelible ink. 1t is only q
question of time, the complete oblitera-
tion of all earthly signatures and en-
grossments But your name put in the
heavenly record, all the milleniums Of
heaven cannot dim it. After you have
been so long in glory that, did you not
possess imperishable memory, you
would have forgotten the day Of your
entrance, your name OIL that page will
glow as wildly as on the instant it was
traced there by the finger of the Great
Atoner.
There will be new generations coming
into heaven, and a thousand years from
now, from this or from other planet,
souls may enter the many mansioned
residence, and, though your name were
| 1oT, ,1p CIR
should fade out? How could you prove
to the newcomers that it had ever been
written there at all? Indelible! Incapa-
bic Of being cancelled Eternity as help
less as time in any attempt at erasure!
What a re-enforcing, uplifting thought
Other records in heaven may give out
and will give out. There are records
there in which the recording angel
writes down our sins, but it is book
full of blots, so that much Of the writ
Ing there cannot be read or even guessed
at. The recording angel did the writ
ing, but our Saviour put III the blots,
for did he not promise, 81 will blot out
their transgressions" And if some one
in heaven should remember some Of our
earthly iniquities and ask God about
them the Lord would say: ooh, I for
got them I completely forgot these
sins, for I promised, Their sins and
their iniquities will I remember no
more. F" In the fires that burn up our
world all the safety deposits, and all
the title deeds, and all the halls of rec
ord, and all the libraries will disappear,
worse that when the 100000 volumes
and the 100000 manuscripts OF the
Alexandrian library went down under
the torch of Omar, and not leaf or
word will escape the fame in that last
confagration, which | think will be
witnessed by other planets, whose in
habitants will exclaim: "Look! There
is world on fire." But there will be
only one confagration in heaven, and
that will not destroy, but irradiate 1
mean the confagration Of splendors that
blaze on the towers and domes, and
temples and thrones, and rubbed and
diamonded walls in the light of the sun
that never sets. Indeliblol
More Light.
There is not on earth an autograph
letter or signature of Christ. The only
time he wrote out VOID on earth,
though he knew so we'll how to write,
he wrote with reference to having it
soon shuf1ed ont BY human foot, the
time that he stopped down and with his
finger wrote on the ground the hypocrisy
of the Pharisees. But when he writes
your name in the heavenly archives, as
believe he has or hope be may, it is to
stay there from age to age, from cycle
to cycle, from con to con. And so for
all you Christian people do what John
G. Whittier, the dying poet, said he
wanted done in his home. Lovely man
he wasl l sat with him i'll haymow a
whole summer afternoon and heard him
tell the story of his life. He had for
many years been troubled with insomnia
and was very poor sleeper, and he al
ways had the window curtain of his
room up so as to see the first intlmatlon
of sunrise. When he was breathing his
last, in the morning hour, i'll his home
in the Massachusetts village, the nurse
thought that the light Of rising sun was
too strong for him and so pulled the
window curtain down. The last thing
the great Quaker poet did was to wave
his hand to have the curtain up. He
wanted to depart in the full gush of the
morning. And 1 thought it might be
helpful and inspiring to all Christian
souls to have more light about the fu-
ture, and so pull up the curtain in the
glorious sunrise of my text and say,
"Rejoice that your names are written
in heaven. Bring On your doxologiesl
Wave your palms Shout your victoriesl
Pull up all the curtains of bright expec-
tationsl Yea, hoist the window itself,
and let the perfume of the morning
glories' of the kings garden come in
and the music of harps all a-tremble
with symphonies, and the sound of the
surf of seas dashing to the foot Of the
throne Of God and the Lamb.
In Red Ink.
But there is only one word on all this
subject of divine chirography in heaven
that confuses me, and that is the small
adverb which st. John adds when he
quotes the tex in Revelation and speaks
of some "wEoso names are hot written
in the book &C life Of the Lamb slain. y
Oh, that awful adverb "n3t!" By full
submission to Christ tho Lord have the
way all cleared between you and the
sublime registration of your name this
moment. Why Lot look up and see that
they ere all ready to put your name
among the blisstuI immortals? There is
the mighty volume. 1t is wide open.
There is the Pen. 1t is from the wing of
the "angel OF the new covenant" There
is the ink. It is rcd ink from Calvarcan
sacrifice. Aid there is the divine Scribe
tho glorious Lord who wrote your IA