The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1896-10-07

der throne, as plain as yonder gate? Is
not the namo unmistakable and tho
handwriting unmistakable? The cruci-
fed Lord wrote it there the day re.
pented and turned. Hear it'll Hear it!
My name is written there! ThereI''
Plainly Written.
I havo sometimes been tempted to
think that there will be so many Of us
in heaven that we will be lost in the
crowd. No. Each ono of Us will be ps
distinctly picked out and recognized as
was Abel when he entered from earth,
tho very first sinner saved. and at the
head of that long procession Of sinners
saved in all the centuries My dear
hearers, if we once get there ! do not
want it left uncertain as to whether we
are to stay there. After you and I get
fairly settled there in our heavenly
home we do not want our title proved
defective. We do not want to be elected
from the heavenly premises. We do not
want some one to say: "This is not
your room in the house Of many man
sions. and you have on an attire that
YOU ought not to have taken from the
heavenly wardrobe, and that is not
really your name on the books. If you
had moro carefully examined the writ
ing in the register at the gate, you
would have found that the name was
not yours at all, but mine. Now, move
out, while T move in.'' Oh, what
Wretcbedness after once Worshiping in
heavenly temples to be compelled to
turn your back on the music, and after
having joined the society of the blessed
to be forced to quit it forever, and after
having clasped our long lost kindred in
heavenly embrace to have another sepa-
rationl What an agony would there be
in such goodby 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 500 eternities, if there were room
for so 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 not just look at
vour name and close the book, but you
will stand and soliloquize and say: Is
it not wonderful that my name is there
ut all? How much it cost my Lord to
ret it there! Unworthy am to have it
in the same book with the sons and
daughters of martyrdom and with the
choice spirits of all time. But there it
is, and so plain the word and SO plain
all the lettersr'
And you will turn forward and back
ward the leaves and see other names
there, perhaps your fathers name, and.
your mothers name, and your brothers.
name, and your sisters name, and your
wife's name, and apostolic names, and
say: "I am not surprised that those
names are here recorded. They were
better than I ever was. But astonish-
ment overwhelming, that my name is in
this book!' And turning back to the
page on which is inscribed your name,
you will stand and look at it until, see.
ing that others are waiting to examine
the records with reference to their own
names, you step back into the ranks of
the redeemed, with them to talk over
tho wonderment.
Indelibly Written.
Again, if you are SO happy as to find
your name in the volumes of eternity,
you will find it written indelibly. Go
up to the state department in this ma
tic,nal capital and see the old treaties
signed by the rulers of foreign nations
juHt before or just after the beginning
of this century, and you will find that
some of the documents are SO faded out
that you can read only here and there q
word. From the paper yellow with
age, or the parchment unrolled before
you, time has effaced line after line
You have to guess at the name and
perhaps guess wrongly. Old Time is
represented as carrying scythe, with
which he cuts down the generations,
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 indelible ink. 1t is only
question of time, the complete oblitera-
tion of oil earthly signatures and en-
grossments. But your name put in the
heavenly record, all the milleniums of
| heaven cannot dim it. After you have
been so long in glory that, did you not
possess imperishable memory, you
would have forgotten the day of your
entrance, your name on that page will
glow as vividly as on the instant'it was
traced there by the finger Of the Great
Atoner.
There will be new generations coming
into heaven, and thousand years from
now, from this or from other planet,
souls may enter the many mansioned
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? Indelible! Incapa-
BILE Of being Cancelled! Eternity as help
less as time III any attempt at erasure!
What reinforcing, uplifting thought
Other records in heaven may give out
and will give ont. There are records
there in which tho recording angel
writes down our sins but it is q book
full Of blots, so that much of the writ
ing there cannot be read or even guessed
at. The recording angel did the writ
ing, but our Saviour put in the blots,
for did he not promise, II will blot out
their transgressions!" And if some one
in heaven should remember some of our
earthly iniquities and ask God about
them the Lord would say: "Oh, I for
got them! I completely forgot those
sins, for 1 promised, Their sins and
their iniquities 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 rec
ord, and all the libraries will disappear,
worse that when the 200, 900 volumes
and tho 700,0 manuscripts of the
Alexandrian library went down under
the torch of Omar, and not leaf or
word will escape the fame in that last
confagration, which I think will be
witnessed by other planets, whose i'll
habitants will exclaim: Look! There
is world on fire. )" But there will bo
only Que confagration in heaven, and
that " i'll not destroy. but irradiatc. l
mean :hc conflagration Of splendors that
blaze Oh the towers and domcs, and
temples and thrones, and rubbed and
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