The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-10-05

| lister at the gate you would nave IOunu
that the name was not yours at all, but
mine. Now move out, while I move in"
! Oh what wretchedness after once wor-
| shipping in heavenly temples, to be COM
| PEELED to turn your back on the music,
and after having joined the society Of
| the blessed, to be forced to quit it for
| ever, and after having clasped our long
| lost kindred in heavenly embrace, to
have another separation! What an ago.
ny would there be in such a Rood-by TO
| heaven Glory be to God on High that
| our names will be so plainly written in
those volumes that neither saint, nor
| cherub nor seraph, nor archangel
shall doubt it for one moment, for
| five hundred eternities, II there we're room
| for 50 many. The Oldest inhabitant of
heaven can read it, and the child that left
| its mothers lap last night for heaven can
read it. You will noe just look at your
name and close the book, but you will
stand and soliloquize, and say, rs It not
| wonderful that my name is there at all?
| How much it cost my Lord TO get 1t there?
| Unworthy am i to have 1t in the same
| book with the sons and daughters OF mar
| tyrdom and with the choice spirits of an
| time! But there it Is, and so
| plain the word and so plain all the
letterst' And you will turn forward and
| backward the leaves and see other names
! there, perhaps your fathers name, and
| your mothers name, and your brothers
| name, ana your sisters name, ana your
wifes name, and apostolic names, and say,
II am not surprised that those names are
here recorded. They were better than l
ever was But astonlshment oveTwhelm-
ing, that my name is in this book And
turning back to the page on which is in
| scribed your name, you will stand and
look at 1t, until seeing that others are
waiting to examine the records with refer
| ence to their own names, you step back
into the ranks of the redeemed, with them
to talk over the wonderment
Again, II you are so happy as to find
your name in the volumes of eternity, yon
will find It written indelibly Go up to
the state department in this national
capital and see the old treaties signed by
the rulers of foreign nations just before
or Just after the beginning of this CEN
tury, and you will find that some of tho
documents are so faded out that you can
read only here and there a word. From
the paper yellow with age, or the parcn-
ment unrOlled before you, time has er-
faced line after line. You have to guess
at the name, and perhaps guess wrongly.
Old Time is represented as carrying 81
scythe, with which he cuts down the gen
erations; but he carries also chemicals
with which he eats out whole paragraphs
from important documents We talk about
indelible ink, but there is no such thing
as indeible ink. II is only a quest ton or
time the complete obiteration of all
your name, put in the heavenly record
all the mllenniums of heaven cannot dim
it. After you have been so long in glory
that, did you not possess imperishabie
memory, you would have forgotten the
day of your entrance, your name on that
page will glow as wildly as on the instant
ii was traced there by the finger of the
Great Atoner. There will be new genera
lions coming into heaven, and a THOUSAND
years from now from this or from other
planet, souls may enter the many man
stoned residence, and though your name
were once plainly on the books. suppose
it should fade out How could you
prove to the newcomers that it had
ever been written there at all? Indehbe,
Incapable of being cancelled! Eternity
as helpless as time in any attempt at eras-
ure! What reinforcing, uplifting
! thought! Other records in heaven may
give out, and will give out. There are
records there in which the Recording An
| gel writes down our sins, but 1t is book
| full of blots, so that much of the writing
there cannot be read or even guessed at.
! The Recording Angel did the writing, but
our Saviour put in the blots; for did he
not promise. Il will blot out their trans
| gressions!' And If some one in heaven
! should remember some of our earthly ini-
! quities and ask God about them, the
Lord would say, ooh, l forgot them
| completely forgot those sins, for I prom
Used. Their sins and their iniqufties will
/ / remember no more In the fires that
burn up our world all the safety deposits,
and all the title deeds, and all the halls
! of record, and all the libraries will dis
appear, worse that when the 100000 vol
umes and the 100000 manuscripts of the
Alexandrian library went down under the
| torch of Omar, and not a leaf or word
| will escape the flame in that last confla-
| grafton, which 1 think will be witnessed
by other planets, whose inhabitants will
| exclaim, Look There is a world on
fire." But there will be only one confla-
grafton in heaven, and that will not de-
| stroy but irradiate! l mean the confa-
grafton 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.
| Indelible
There is not on earth an autograph let
ter or signature of Christ. The only time
he wrote out a word on EARTH though he
4 knew so we'll how to write he wrote with
reference to having it soon shuffied out
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 l believe he has
or hope he may, 1t Is stay there from age
to age from cycle to cycle, from aeon
to aeon. And so for all you Christian
people l do what John G.. Whittier, the
dying poet. said he wanted done in his
home. Lovely man he was! 1 sat with
him in a hay NOW a whole summer at
ternoon, and heard him tell the story OF
his life, He had for many years been
troubled with insomnia and was a very
poor sleeper, and he always had the win
dow curtain of his room up so as to
see the first intimation of sunrise. When
he was breathing his last, in the morning
hour, in his home in the Massa chusetts
village, 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 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 l thought
it might be helpful and inspiring to all
Christian souls to have more light about
the future, and so l pull up the curtain
in the glorious sunrise OF my text and
say; Rejoice that your names are writ
ten in heaven" Bring on your doxolo-
giles! Wave your palms Shout your vic
tories! Pull up all the curtains of bright
expectations! Yea! hoist the window It.
self and let the perfume OF the morning
glories" OF the kings garden come in