The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1896-10-16

ing the names Of ths redeemed,
say: Read for yourself That IL
ms. name written. out in. full, and do
you not recognize tbs handwriting 2
No young scribe of Heaven entered
that. No anonymous writer put it
there. Do you not see. the tremor. in
the lines? Do you not also See the
boldness of the letters? Is 1t not as
plain as yonder throne, as plain as yon-
der gate7 Is not the name unmistaka-
BILE and the handwriting ttnmistaka.
BILE? The cruciied Lord wrote i6
there the day l repented and turned.
Hear it'll Heat.ttl My name is written
therel There!"
There is not on earth an autograph
letter or signature of Christ. The
only time He wrote out word on eatthI
though He knew so well how to write,
He wrote With reference to having it
soon shufded out by humah foot the
time that He stopped down and with
His finger wrote on the ground this
hypocrisy of the PhariEees. But when
He writes four maine In the heavenly
archives as / believe He has or
hope He may, it Is to stay
there from age age. from cycle
to cycle, from aeon aeon. Aad so
for all you Christian people do what
John G. Whittier, the dying poet, said
he wanted done in his home. Lovely
man he was! I sat with him on a hay
NOW 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 always had the win.
dow curtain of his room Up SO rs
to see the first intimation OF
sunrise. When he was breathing
his last, in the morning hour,
in his home in the Massachusetts,
village; the nurse thought that the
light eff the rising sun was too strong
for him, and so pullsd the window cur
tain down. The last thing the Quaker
poet did was to wave his hand to nave
the curtain up. He wanted to depart
in the full gush of the morning. And
thought it might be helpful ard in
spring to all Christian souls to
have more light about the fu'
tur6, and so l pull up the
curtain in the glorious sunrise of
my text and say: Rejoice that your
names are written in Heaven" Bring
on your doxologies! Wave your pa!Insf
Shout your victories! Pull up all the
curtains of bright expectations! Veal
hoist the window itself. and let the
perfume ofthe morning glories" of the
Kings garden come in, and the music
of harps all a-tremble with sympho-
MES, and the sound of the surf of seas
L. - - kl,a Of
God and the Lamb.
But there is only one word on all this
subject of divine chlrography in Heav-
en- that confuses me, and that is the
small verb which st. John adds when
he quotes sthe text in Revelation and
speaks of some "whose names are not
written in the Book of Life of the
Lamb slain" Oh, that awful adverb
"notl'' BY full submission to Christ the
Lord, have the way all cleared between
you and the sublime registration
of your name this moment. Why not
look up and see that they are all ready
to put your name among the blissful
mortals? There is the mighty volume;
it is wide open. There is the pen; it
is from the wing of the Angel of the
New Covenant" There is the ink; it
is red ink from Calvarean sacrifice.
And there is the Divine Scribe; the glo-
rious Lord who wrote your fathers
name there, your mothers name there
your child's name there, and who is
ready to write your name there. Will
you consent that He do it? Before l
say "Amen" to this service, ask Him
to do it. l wait a moment for the tre-
mendous action of your will, for it is
only an action of your will. Here
someone says: Lord Jesus, with
pen plucked from angelic wing,
and dipped in the red ink of
Golgotha, write there either that
which is now my earthly name or that
which shall be my heavenly name"
pause a second longer that all may
consent. The pen of the Divine Scribe
is in the fingers and is lifted
and is lowered, and it touches the
shining page, and the word is
traced, in trembling and bold and un-
mistakable letters. He has put it
down in the right place.
IT'S donel The great transactions dono,
am my Lords, and He is mine.
q hopeless case, so-called hopeless by
yourself and others, take the re-
sponsibility of saying that there is
place in that book where your name
would exactly fit it, aud look beauti-
full, and you can, quicker than L can
clap my hands together, have it
there. A religious meeting was
thrown open, and all those who
could testify of the converting
grace of God were asked to speak. ST.
lence reigned a moment, and then "a
man, covered with the marks of dissi-
patton, arose and said: You can see
from my looks what have been, but
am now saved man. When / left
home, 1000 miles from here, / had so
disgraced my fathers name that he
said: AS you are going away, l
have only two things to ask of
you-frst, that you will never
come home again, and, next, you
will change your name. 1 prom
ised. I have not heard my real name
for years. 1 went the whole round of
sin, until there was no lower depth to
fathom. But 1 am, by the grace of
God, a changed man. I wrote home,
asking forgiveness for my hayward
ness, and here are two letters,
one from father and another
from my sister. My mother died
of a broken heart. But these two
letters ask me to come home, and
bows l start tomorrow morning" The
fact was that his name was written in
Heaven, where pray God all of our
names may be written, though SO un-
worthy are the best of us, and all of
us. If.you have ever been in the thick