Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1896-10-21
NO. 45

heard him tell the story OF his life. He had
for many years been troubled with insomnia.
aud was . very poor sleeper, and he always
had the window curtain of his room up so as
to see the hrst intimation Of sun rise. When
he was breathing his last In the morning
hour. In hts home in the Massachusetts viii
lage, the nurse thought that the light OF the
rising sun was too strong for him, and so
pulled the window curtain down. The last
thing the great Qnaker poet did was TO wave
his hand to have the curtain mp. He wanted
to depart In the full gush OF the me rninc.
And thought It might be helpful aad in-
spring to all Chris tian souls to hsve moro
light about the future, so pull up the cur
tain In the glorious sunrise OF my taxi and
say, "Re}oics that your names are written In
heaven" Bring on your doxologies, Wave
your palms! Shout your victories! Pull up
all the curtains OF bright expectationsl Yea!
hoist the window itself aud let the perfume
of the "morning glorIes" OF tn, Kings gar
a-tremble With symphonies. ana tho sound
of the surf of seas dashing to the foot Of the
throne Of God and the Lamb.
But there II only one word on ali this snb-
lect OF Divine chirography In heaven that
confuses me, and that Is the small adverb
whioh 81. John adds when he quote9 the text
In Revelation and speaks Of som" "whoss
names are not written In the Book of Life OF
the Lamb slain." Oh that awful aiverb
"not!'' BY full submission to Christ the
LOf0, nave the way ali ci6AreI DetWesn You
and the sublime registration OF your name
this moment. Why not look up to SOC that
they are all ready to put your name among
the blissful immortals? There Is the mighty
volume: It Is wide open. There Is the pen:
Il is from the wing Of the Angel OF the
New Covenant" There Is the ink: 1t is red
from the Calvarean sacrifice. And there Is
the Divine Scribe; the glorious Lord who
wrote your fathers name, and your moth
sr's name there, and your child's name
there. and who Is ready to write your name
there. VIII you consent that He do II? Be-
tore say "Amen" to this service ask Him
10 do It. wait a moment for the tremen-
dous action Of your will. for II is only an
action Of your will. Here some one saws.
"Lord Jesus, with pen plucked from angelic
write there either that which Is now my
earthly name or that which shall be my
heavenly name" l pause a second longer
that all may consent The pen OF the Divine
Scribe IL In the fingers and is lifted and Is
lowered, and 1t touches the shining page,
and the word Is trace1, in trembling and
bold and unmistakable letters. He has put
II down In the right place.
And II there bs in all this assembly hope
ess case. so-called hopeless by yourself and
others. take the responsibility OF saying
that there is place in that Book where your
aame would exactly fit in, and look beauti-
ful, and you can, quicker than 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. Silence reigned a mo-
ment, and then a man covered with the
marks of dissipation arose and said: "You
.an see from my looks what have been, but
| am now a saved man. When left home
thousand miles from here had so disgraced
my fathers name that he said. AS you are
going away have only two things to ask OF
you, first. that you will never come home
sgain, and next, you will change your name
promised. have not heard my real mama
for years. went the whole round of sin,
until there was no lower depth to fathom.
But am by the grace OF God changed
man. 1 wrote home asking forgiveness fol
my waywardness, and here are two letters,
one from my father and another from my
sister. My mother died Of broken heart.
But these two letters ask me to come home,
and boys, 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 unworthy are the
best of US, and all of US 1t you lave evei
been in the thick woods and heard the sound
Of village bells you know the sound is hin.
dered and mufasd by the foliage, though
somewhat sweet, but as you come to the
edge Of the woods the sounds become clearer
and more charming and when you step ou
hear the full, round, mellifuous ringing
the bells. Oil ye, down in the thick shadow
OF unbelief and who hear only the fain
notes Of this Gospel bell. come out into the
clear sunlight Of pardon and peace, and heal
the full chime of eternal harmonies from al
the towers Of heaven. OH Come out oftha
Una1si