The Monitor-register., 1896-08-14

Twelve gates of salvation standing wide
for free admission all our life and then
when the II gates close we rush on the
bosses OF Jehovah's buckler, saving,
Give me another chance!''
A ship is to sail for Hamburg. You
want to go to Germany by that line.
You see the advertisement of the steam
er's sailing. You see it for two weeks.
You see it in the morning papers. and
you see it in the evening papers; you
see 1t placarded on the walls. Circulars
are thrown into your office telling Won
all about that steamer. One day you
come down on the wharf and the steamer
mas swung out into the stream, You
say: "Oh, that isn't fair. Come back
SWING up again to the docks. Throw the
plank ashore that may come on board.
IL ism falr L want to go to Germany
| by that steamer. Give me another
chance. " Here is magnificent offer for
heaven. 1t has been anchored within
our sight year after year, and year after
year, and year after year, and all the
benign voices of earth and heaven have
urged us to get on board, since it may
sail at any moment. Suppose we let
that opportunity sail away, and then we
look out and say: "Send back that op-
portunity. want to take it; it ism It
treating me fairly. Give me another
chance" Why, my brother, you might
as we'll go out and stand ON the High
lands at the Navesink three days after
the Majestic has gone out and shout
captain, come back. want to 20 to
Liverpool on the Majestic. Come back
over the sea, and through the Narrows,
and up to the docks. Give me another
chance. " You might as well do that as,
after the last opportunity of heaven has
sped away, try to get it back again.
just think of it! 1t came on me yester-
Gay Ill my study with overwhelming
lmpresslveness. Just think of it. All
heaven offered us as gratuity for a
whole lifetime, and yet we wanting to
rush against God, saying, "Give me
another chance" There ought to be,
there will be, no such thing as postum
nous opportunity.
You see common sense agrees with
my text in saying that eff the tree fall
toward the south or toward the north,
IN the place where the tree falleth
there 1t shall be-" You see this idea
lifts this world from an unimportant
way station to platform of stupendous
issues and makes all eternity whirl
around this hour. Oh, my soul, my
soul! Only one trial, and all the prepa.
ratlons for that trial to be made in this
world or never made at all Oh, my
soul, my soull You see this piles up all
the emphasis, and all the climaxes, and
all the destinies into this life. No other
chance. Oh, how that intensifies the
value and the Importance of this chance!
Alexander and his army used to come
around city, and they would kindle a
great light, with the understanding that
as long as that light was burning the
| city might surrender, and all would be
well, but if they let that light go out,
then the battering rams would swing
against the walls and there would come
| disaster and demolition. Oh, my
friends, all you and need to do to pre-
pare for eternal safety is just to surren-
| der to the King and Conqueror, Christ.
Surrender hearts, surrender life, surren-
der everything. The great light keeps
burning, light kindled by the wood of
the cross, light flaming up against the
dark night of our sin and sorrow Oh,
let us surrender before the light goes
out and with it our last opportunity Of
making our peace with God through our
Lord Jesus Christi Oh, my brother, talk
about another chance; this the supernal
chance. In the time of Edward II, at
the battle of Musselburgh, private SOL
dier saw that the Earl of Huntley had
lost his helmet. The private soldier took
off his helmet and went up to the Earl
Of Huntley and put the helmet on his
head. Now, the head of the private SOL
dier uncovered, he was soon slain, while
his commander rode in safety through
and out of the battle. But it is different
in our case. Instead of private offer
ing helmet to an earl, it is the King
of heaven and earth offering a crown to
an unworthy subject, the King dying
that we might livel Oh, tell it to the
points of the compass, tell it to day and
night, tell it to earth and heaven, tell
| it to all the centuries and all the mil
lenniums that God has given us such a
| magnificent chance in this world that
we need no other chance in another!
The Court of Eternity.
A dream. I am in the FURNISHED judg-
ment hall on the last day. The great
white throne is lifted, but the Judge has
not yet taken it. While we are waiting
| for his arrival hear the immortals in
conversation. ''What are you waiting
for?'' says a soul that went up from
Madagascar to soul that went up from
America. The latter responds: 81 was
in America 40 years ago, and I heard
| the gospel preached, and l had plenty
of Bibles in my house, and from the
time that knelt at my mothers knee
in prayer until my last hour I had
great opportunities, but I did not i'm
prove them, and am here today wait
ing for another chance" "Strange,
strange says the soul just come up
from Madagascar. Strange. Why, 1
never heard the gospel call but once in
all my life, and l accepted it, and I
don't want another chance" "What
are you waiting for?' says one who ON
earth had very feeble intellect to one
who had great brain, and whose voice
was silvery, and who had scepters of
power. The latter replies: 81 had great
power on earth, must admit, and I
mastered languages, and 1 mastered Ii
braries, and colleges conferred upon me
| learned titles, and my name was a
synonym for eloquence and power, but
| somehow neglected the matters of my
soul, and must confess to you I am
here today waiting for another chance. :"
Now, the ground trembles with the
advancing chariot. The great folding
doors of the FURNISHED hall of Judgment
are thrown open. ''Stand back, +" cry
| the ushers, "and let the Judge of quick
and dead pass through" He takes the
throne. He looks off upon the throngs
of nations come to the last Judgment,
come to the only judgment and one
| flash from the throne reveals each mans
history to himself, and reveals it to all
| the others. And then the Judge says,
"Divide!' and the FURNISHED walls echo
| it, "Dividei' and the guides angelic
| answer, "Divide!' and the immortals
are rushing this way and that, until
| there is an aisle between them, a great
aisle; and then vacuum, widening,