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

ways had the window curtain Of his
room mp so as to see the first intimation
of sunrise. When ho was breathing bis
last, in the morning hour, in his home
in the Massachusetts village, the nurse
thought that the light Of rising sun was
too strong for him and 80 pulled the
window curtain down. The last thing
the great Quaker poet did was to wave
his hand to havo the curtain up, Ho
wanted to depart in the full gush of the
morning. And I thought it might be
helpful and Inspiring to all Christian
souls to have more light about the fu.
ture, and so I pull up tho curtain i'll the
glorious sunrise Of my tex and say
"Rejoice that your names an Writ:cn
in heaven" Bring on your doxoloslesl
Wave your palms! Shout your victories
Pull up all the curtains of bright e1pec.
tations! Yea, hoist the window itself,
and let the perfume of the morning
glories' of rhe kings garden come in
and the music of harps all a-trembLe
with symphonies, and tho sound of the
surf Of seas dashing to the foot Of the
throne of God and tho Lamb.
In Red Ink.
But there is only one word on all this
subject of divine chirography in heaven
that confuses me, and that is the small
adverb which st. 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 Lamb slain. y
Oh, that awful adverb 'notr' By full
submission to Christ the Lord have the
way all cleared between you and the
sublime registration of your name this
moment. Why not look up and see that
they are all ready to put your namo
among the blissful immortals? There is
the mighty volume. 1t is wide open.
There is the pen. 1t is from the wing of
the "angel of the new covenant. " There
is the ink. It is red ink from Calvarean
sacrifice. And there is tho divine Scribe
tho glorious Lord who wrote your IA
theirs name there, and your mother 8
name there, and your child's name
there, and who is ready to write your
name there. Will you consent that he
do it? Before I say "Amen" to this
service ask him to do it. I wait mo-
ment for the tremendous action of your
will, for it is only an action of your
will. Here some one says, "Lord Jesus,
with pen plucked from angelic wing and
dipped in the red ink of Golgotha, write
there either that which is now my
earthly name or that which shall ke my
heavenly name" pause 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 traced in trembling and bold and un-
mistakable letters. He has put it down
in the right place.
'Tis donel m. great transactions donel
am my Lords, and he is mine.
And if there be in all this assembly q
hopeless case, SO called hopeless by your
self and others, I take the responsibility
of saying that there is place in that
book where your name would exactly
fit in and look beautiful and you can,
quicker than can clap my hands to-
gether, have it there. A religious meet
ing was thrown open, and all those who
could testify of the converting grace OF
God were asked TO speak. Silence
reigned moment, and then man
covered with the marks of dissipation
arose and said: "You caI see from my
looks what I have been, but ! am now
a saved man. When 1 left home athou-
sand miles from here, I had so disgraced
my fathers name that he said, AS
you are going away have only two
things to ask of you-frst, that you
will never come home again, and, next,
you will change your name. | prom
ised. I have not heard my real name
for years. 1 went the whole round Of
sin until there was no lower depth tc
fathom. But I am by the grace of God
a changed man. l wrote home asking
forgiveness for my waywardness, and
here are two letters, one from father
and another from my sister My mother
died of broken heart. But these two
letters ask me to come home, and, boys,
I start tomorrow morning. The fact
was that his name was written in
heaven, where I pray God all of ou1
names may be written though SO un-
worthy are the best of US and all Of US.
If you have ever been in the thick
woods and heard the sound Of village
bells you know the sound is hindercd
and muffled by tho foliage, though
somewhat sweet, but as you come to
the edge of the woods the sounds be-
come clearer and moro charming, and
when you step out from the deep shad-
ows into the sunlight you hear the
full, round, mellifuous ringing of the
bells. Oh, ye down in the thick shad,
ows of unbelief and who hear only the
faint notes of this gospel bell, come out
into the clear sunlight of pardon and
peace and hear the full chime of eternal
harmonies from all the towers Of heaven.
Oh, como out Of the woods!