News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1897-01-27

ing in Somerville AID one sabbath goo
souls stood up at tie Christian altar es-
pousing the cause Of Christ, among them
my own fatheT and mother. And what
was peculiar in regard to nearly all of
those 200 souls was that they dated their
religious impressions from the ministry of
John Nredenburgh- Will that good Chris
tian man before the throne of God never
meet those souls brought to Christ through
his fundamentally? Oh, of course he will
know them. / remember one Sabbath aft.
ernoon, borne down with the sense of nv
sins and knowing not God, tool, ND bod.
bridges "Rise and Progress" Oh, what
dark afternoon it was, and l read the
chapters, and l read the prayers, and !
tried to make the prayers my own. Oh, ]
must see Philip Doddridge. A glorious
old book be wrote 1t is out of fashion
now.
There is mother before the throne OF
God. You say her joy is full Is it? You
say there can be no augmentation of it.
Cannot there be? Her son was wanderel
and vagabond on the earth when that
good mother died He broke her old heart.
She died leaving him in the wilderness of
sin. She is before the throne Of God now.
Years pass, and that son repents of his
crimes and gives his heart to God and he.
comes useful Christian and dies and en-
tiers the gates of heaven. You tell me that
that mothers joy cannot be augmentedt
Let them confront each other, the son and
the mother. "Oh," she says to the angels
of God, 'rejoiCe with me! The dead is
alive again, and the lost is found Halle
luiahl l neyerexpected to see this lost ont
come back" The Bible says nations ar
to be born in a day. When China comes
to God, Will it not know DIR. A beel? When
India comes, will it not know DR.. John
Scudder? When the Indians come to God,
will they not know David Brainerd?
An Idea of Heaven.
Heaven is not stately, formal place az
sometimes hear it described, a very fri.
gldity of splendor, where people stand OH
cold tormalities and go around about with
heavy crowns Of gold on their heads. No.
that is not my idea Of heaven. NV idea OF
heaven is more like this You are seated
in the evening tide by the fireplace, you1
whole family there, or nearly all of them
there While you are seated talking and
enjoying the evening hour there is Knock
at the door and the door opens, and there
comes in a brother that has been long alb.
sent He has been absent, for years Won
have not seen him, and no sooner do VOL
make up your mind that it is certainly he
than you leap up, and the question is who
shall give him the first embrace. That is
my idea of heayen-a great home circle
where they are waiting for us. Oh, will
you not know your mothers voice thersi
She who always called you by your first
name long after others had given you the
formal mister" You were never any.
thing but James, or John, or George. OF
Thomas, or Mary, or Florence to her. VIII
you not know your child's voice? She OF
the bright eye and the rudy cheek. and
the quiet step, who came in from play and
flung herself into your lap, a very shower
of mirth and beauty Why, the picture is
craven in your soul. 1t cannot wear out.
If that little one should stand on the Other
side of some heavenly hill and call to you,
you would hear her voice above the burst
of heavens great orchestra Know it'll
You could not help but know it.
Now bring you this glorious consola.
ton Of future recognition. If you could
get this theory into your heart, it would
lift great many shadows that are stretch.
ing across it. When l was lad, used to
go out to the railroad track and put my
ear down on the track, and could hear
the express train rumbling miles away and
coming on, and today, my friends if we
only had faith enough we could put out
ear down to the grave of our dead and lis.
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