The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1896-10-16

ence to having 1t soon shuftel out by human
foot, the time TINT Ho stopped down aud
with His finger wrote on the ground the
hypocrisy of the Pharisees But when He
writes your name in tho heavenly archives.
as believe Ho has, or hope He may. it is TO
stay there from ago to age. from cycle to
cycle, from eaon to eaop. 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 was! sat with him
in haymow whole summer afternoon. and
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
to see the first intimation OF sunrise. When
he was breathing his last in the morning
hour, In his home In the Massachusetts viii
lage, the nurse thought that the light OF the
rising sun was too strong for him. and 80
pulled tho 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 -Rush OF the me rning.
And thought it might be helpful and In
spring to all Christian souls to have more
light about the future, so pull up the cur
tnin In the glorious sunrise OF my text and
say, "Rajoice that your names are written In
heaven Bring OH your doxologies! Wave
your palmsl Shout your victories! Put up
hoist the window itself aud let tho perfume
OF the "'morning glories" OF tn, Kings gar
den come in. dnd the music OF harps all
a.tr"mblo with symphonies, and the sound
of the SURF OF seas d;ishinC to the foot OF the
throne OF God and tho Lamb.
But there is only one word on oil this sub
Ject OF Divine chirography in heaven that
confuscs me, and that Is the small adverb
which s.. John adds when he quotes the text
in Revelation and speaks OF some "whose
names are not written in the Book Of Life of
the Lamo slain" Oh. that awful adverb
"not" By full submission to Christ tho
Lord. have the way all cleared between you
ana the sublime registration OF your name
this moment. Why not look up to seq that
they are all ready to put your name among
the blissful immortals? There is the mighty
volume 1t Is wide open. There Is the pen:
it Is from the wing OF the "Angel Of the
Now Covenant" There is tho ink: 1t is red
from the Calvarean sacrifice. And thero is
tho Divine Scribe. the glorious Lord who
wrote your fathers name, and your moth
er's name there, and your child's name
there. aud who is ready to write your name
there. Will you consent that He do it2 Be-
fore say "Amen" TO this service, ask Him
to do II. wait II moment for the tremen-
dous action OF your will for 1t Is only an
action Of your will. Here some one says,
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 pause q 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 trace1, in trembling and
bold aud unmistakablo letters. He has put
1t down in the right place.
And IL there be in all this assembly hope
less case, so-called hopeless by yourself and
others, take the responsibility OF saying
that there is place In that Book where your
name would exactly flt in, and look beauti-
full, and you can, quicker than can clapmy
hands together, have 1t 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 mo-
ment. and then n man covered with the
marks OF dissipation arose and said: "You
can see from my looks what have been, but
am now a saved man. When left homo
thousand miles from here I had so disgracsd
my fathers name that he said. As you ara
going away have only two things to ask of
you, first. that you will never come home
again, and next, you will change your nume.:.
for years. went the whole round OF sin;
until there was no lower depth to fathom.
But am by the grace Of God O changed
man. wrote homo asking forgiveness for
my wayvardnces. and'here are two letters
ons from my father and anotheg from my
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 oil OF us. II you have eveg
been in the thick woods and heard the sound
OF village bells you know the sound is hin,
dered and muffled by the foliage, though
somewhat sweet, but as you come to the
edge Of tho woods the sounds become clearer,
and more charming and when you step out
from the deep shadows into the sunlight you
hear the full round. melliluous ringing OF
the bells. Oh! ye, down in the thick shadows
OF unbehet aud who hear only the faint
notes OF this Gospel boil, come out into the
the full chime OF eternal harmonies from all
the towers Of heaven. OH Come out Of the
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