The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1896-11-28

rising sun was too strong for him, and 30
pulled the win low 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 thought 1t might be helpful and In
spring to all Christian souls to have more
tight about the future, so pull up the cur
tain in the glorious sunrise OF my text and
say, "Rejoice that your names are W. fte1 In
heaven" Bring on your doxologles! Wave
your palms! Shout your victories! Pull up
all the curtains OF bright expectations! Yea!
hoist the window itself aud let the perfume
OF the "morning giories" ofths Kings gar
den come In, and the must, OF harps all
a-tramble with symphonies, and the sound
OF the surf OF seas dashing to the foot OF the
throne of God aud the Lamb.
But there is only one WORT on all this SUBJ
feet OF Divine chiro2raphy in heaven that
confusss me, and that Is the small adverD
which ST. John adds when he quotes the text
in Revelation and speaks OF some whose
names ara not written in the Book OF Life OF
the Lamb slain" Oh. that awful adverb
"not," By full sub omission to Christ the
Lord, have the way all cleare between you
and the sublime registration OF your name
fhis moment. Why not look M To SEA- that
they are all ready to put your name amoag
the blissful immortals? There Is the mighty
volume: it is wide open. There Il the pen:
it is from the wing OF the Angel OF the
New Covenant" There Is the ink: II is red
from the Calvarean sacrifice. Aud there is
tho Divine Scribe: the glorious Lord who
wrote your fathers name, AMI your moth
ers mana there, and your child's name
there, and who il ready to write your name
there. Will you consent that He do ttf Be.
fore say "Amen" to this service, ask Him
to do it. wait moment for the tremen-
dous action of your will. TO- II is only an
action of your will. Hsra soma one says,
"Iord Jesus, with pen plucke1 from angelic
wing, and dippel in the red ink of Golgotha,
write there either that which IL now my
earthly name or that which shall be my
heavenly mama" | pause secon1 long5r
that all mayeonsent. The pen OF the Divine
Scribe is in the fingers AMI Is lifted AMI is
lowered, and it touches tho shining page,
and the word is tracel, in trembling and
bold aud unmistaka5le letters. He has put
1t down in the right place.
And II there bs in all this assembly a hope
less case, so-called hopeless by yourself aud
others, take the responsibility OF saying
that there is place in that Book where your
name would exactly fit in, ani look beauti-
full, and you can, quicker than / eau clap my
hands together, have it there. religious
meeting was thrown open, and all those who
could testify of the converting grace OF Go1
were asked to speak. Silence reigned mo-
m6nF, anu lneu lnt1 CONcfOI VIII Ao
marks of dissipation arose and said: "You
eau see from my looks what have been, but
am now saved man. When I left home a
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
again, and next, you will change your name.
promised. have not heard my real name
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. wrote home asking forgiveness for
my waywardness. and here are two letters,
one from my father and another from my
sister. My mother died of a 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. IT you have ever
been In the thick woods and heard the sound
Of village bells YOU know the sound Is him
dered and muffled 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 out
from the deep shadows into the sunlight you
hear the full, round, melliduous ringing OF
the bells. Oh! We, down in the thick shadows
OF unbelief and who hear only the faint
notes OF this Gospel bell, come out into the
clear sunlight OF pardon and peace, aud hear
the full chime of eternal harmonies from all
the towers of heaven. Oh! Come out of the
woods!