Connecticut western news., 1896-10-08

time as absolutely abandoned and disso- lute should say, 'I never heard of your conversion. and l do not believe you have right to be here. you could just laugh a laugh of triumph, and turning over the leaves containing the names of the redeemed, say: Read it for your self. That is my name, written out in full, and do you not recognize the hand writing? No young scribe of heaven en- tered that. No anonymous writer put it there. Do you not see the tremor in the lines? Do you not also see the boldness of the letters? Is it not as plain as yon- der throne. as plain as yonder gate? Is not the name unmistakable and the handwriting unmistakables The cruci- fled Lord wrote it there the day I re- pented and turned. Hear iti Hear it! My name is written there! Therer'
 Plainly Written.
 I have 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 one of us will be as distinctly picked out and recognized as was Abel when he entered from earth, the 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 I 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 tn is 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 more 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 I move in" Oh, what wretobedness 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 1t forever, and after having olasped our long lost kindred in heavenly embrace to have another sepa- rationl What an agony would there be
 
 to God on high that our names will be so plainly written in those volumes that neither saint nor oherub 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 it's mothers lap last night for heaven can read it. You will not just look at your name and close the book, but you will stand and soliloquize and say: "Is it not wonderful that my name is there at all? How much it cost my Lord to get it therel Unworthy am I 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 lettersl'
 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 bookr' 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 the wonderment
 Ihdelibly 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 na- tional capital and see the old treaties signed by the rulers of foreign nations just before or just after the beginning of this century, and you will find that some of tho documents are so faded out that you can read only here and there a 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 It is only a question of time, the complete oblitera- ton of all 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 l Atoner.
 There will be new generations coming l 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? Indeliblel Incapa- ble of being canceledl Eternity as help less as time in any attempt at erasure What a re-enforcing. uplifting thought | Other records in heaven may give out and will give out There are records there in which the recording angel writes down our sins, but it is 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, ''I will blot out their transgressions!' And if some one in heaven should remember some of our earthly iniquities and ask God about I them the LoM would say: "Oh, for got them! I completely forgot those sins, for I promised. Their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more. In the fires that burn up our