The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1897-01-28

She seemed to enjoy looking n IL, ana
then she was taken away. and after
awhile died. In the last moment that
wan and wasted little one lifted her
hands, while her face lighted up with
the glory of the next world, and cried
out. Mother Do you tell me she did
not see her mother? She did. So in
my first settlement at Belleville plain
man said to me. What do you think
heard last night? l was in the room
where one Of my neighbors was dying
He was a good man. and he said he
heard the angels Of God singing be-
fore the throne. haven't much poetry
about me. but I listened. and I heard
them. too" Said I. Il have no doubt OF
it." Why. We are to be taken up to
heaven at last by ministering spirits
Who are they to be? Souls that went
up from Madras. or Antioch. or Jerusa-
lem. Oh. NO, our glorified kindred are
going to troop around us.
Heaven is not a stately, formal place.
as I sometimes hear ii described, very
frisidity of splendor. where people
stand on cold formalities and go around
about with heavy crowns OF gold on
their heads. No, that is not my idea
Of heaven. Ny idea OF heaven Is more
like this: You are seated IN the even
ing-tide BY the fireplace. your whole
family there or nearly all OF them there.
While YOU are seated talking and en-
loving the evening hour, there is a
knock at the door. and the door opens.
and there comes in a brother that has
| been long absent. He has been absent.
for wears you have not seen him. ana
no sooner do you make up your NINA
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 heaven-a great home circle where
they are waiting for us. On. VIII you
not know your mothers voice there'
She who always called you by your
first name long after others had given
| Won the formal Mister You were
never ANYTHING but James. or John. or
George. or Thomas. or Mary. or Flor
ence to her. Will you not know your
child's voice, She Of the bright eye
and ruddy cheek. and the quiet step.
who came in from play and flung her
self into your lap, very shower or
mirrh and beauty? Why. the picture is
craven in your soul. 1t cannot wear
ont. II that little one should stand on
the other side of some heavenly hill
and call to you. you would hear net
voice above the burst Of heavens s7eas
orchestra. Know it! You could not
help but know 1t.
Now l bring you this glorious con-
ISOLATION OF future recognition. II you
could get this theory into your heart IL
would lift a great many shadows 'ha'
are stretching across it. When was
a lad | used to 60 out to the railroad
track and put my ear down on the
track. and l could hear the express
train rumbling miles away, and coming
on: and to-day, my friends. If "e only
had faith enough We could put our ear
} down to the grave OF our dead. ana
listen and hear in the distance the rum
bling on of the chariots Of resurrection
victory.
n heaven, sweet heaven! You do not
. s,eu heaven as you used to spell 1t
heaven, heaven. But now wnen you
want to spell that word you place sids
nv side the faces Of the loved ones
= who are gone. and in that irradiatior
: of light and owe. and beauty and JOY
YOU spell it out as never before. II
: songs and hal!elujahs. Oh. ye whose
4 hearts are down under the sod OF th'
' cemeter,. cheer up at the thought o
I this reunion Oh, how much you VII
e have to tell them when once You NEE
them.
Nh how different it f. on earth from
t the way it is in heaven when Chris
: tan dies, We say, CLOSE his eyes
In heaven they say. Give him palm.
e On earth we scy. LET him down In tn
J. ground" IL heaven they say. "Hois
il him on a throne" On earth it is. Fare
e we'll farewell" In heaven it Is. "Wel
}. come welcome" And SO I see Chris
u tan soul coming down to the river o
" death. and he steps into the river. an
k the water comes up to the ankle n
e | S2yS LOIu jesus, ID tAAAS 'SAsA .
" No" says Christ. this is not death.
: And he wades still deeper down int
= Tho waters until the flood comes to tn
It knee. and he gays. Lord Jesus. tell M
n toll me. is this DEATH" And Chris
n saws. mo. no. this is not DEATH" An
Il no wades still further down until III
2 wave comes to the girdle, and the sol
,e saws. Lord Jesus. is this death
NO" says Christ. this is not" An
d deeper in wades the soul till the billo
2 strikes the lip. and the departing on
st cries. Lord Jesus. is this death :
p NO" SAYS Christ. this is not" BIZ
re- when Christ had lifted this soul on
{. throne of glory. and all the pomp an
I low of heaven came surging to its fee
g then Christ said, This, oh transporte
Z soul. this is death"
l. The Pr3ncinleS of Jesus.