The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1897-03-12

with the satisfaction Of seeing men ente1
the kingdom OF God. The great eras Of
Holy Ghost. and / thank God / have seer
- OF them Thank God. hank God!
SHORT PRAYERS.
back all earnest Christians rejoice. II
you stood on Montauk point and there
was a hurricane at sea. and 1t was blow
ing toward the shore. and a vessel crash
ed into the rocks. and you saw people get
ashore in the ~nfeboats, and the very last
m not e go, on t Heu rocks iox In a safety !, you could guild
time when the church Of God sees men
who are tossed on the ocean Of their sins
Oh. when prodigals come home. just hear
the Christians sing. Just hear the Chris
ttans pray! 1t Is not a stereotyped sup
plication we have heard over and over
again for 20 years. but a putting Of the
case in the hands of God with an inn
fortunate pleading. No long prayers.
they nave rothing to say and their hearts
are hard and cold. All the prayers in the
1 1lele that c we're es m Answered Were re- short
ner" Lord. that I may receive my
sight Lord. save me, or / perish"
the the d 1e6kssd Pra of th sol semn1es P Isss sna at
eight minutes. according to the ordinary
rate Of enunciation. And just hear them
ReaS ho just tha see the Them Pa0e sbaHs i hanS semi Ns
putting forth of the four tips of the
fingers in a formal way, but a hearty
seem to clinch the fingers OF one hand
around the other hand. And then see
those Christian faces, how Illuminated
and with the same voice that he sang 50
years g in the old country meeting
house. say. Now. Lord. lettest thou thy
have seen thy salvation"
There was a man of Keith who was
hurled into prison in time of persecution.
and nna dow hn Dnf ~ bic choaIlo- o-1
he came and stood by the prison door,
and, when the jailer was opening the
door, with one stroke he struck down the
along the streets Of London. he wondered
where his family was. He did not dare
ing along a little way from the prison,
he saw a Keith tankard, a cup that be-
longed to the family from generation to
family. hoping that some day he would
get clear. came and lived as near as they
could to the prison house. and they set
he would see 1t, and he came along and
saw it and knocked at the door and when
together again. Oh II You aa'1 Would Het start =
for the kingdom of God this hour, I think
some of you would find nearly all your
around the holy tankard Of the holy com
munion-fathers, mothers, brothers,, sis
ters-around tina sacred tankard which
commentaries the love of Jesus Christ.
our Lord. 1t will be a great communion
day when your whole family sits around
the sacred tankard. One on earth. One
in heaven.
Once more I remark that when the prod
1gaI gets back the Inhabitants of heaven
keep festa1. I am very certain of it. If
you have never seen a telegraph chart.
you have no idea how many cities are
connected together and how many lands.
Nearly all the neighborhoods of the earth
seem reticulated. and news flies from city
to city and from continent to continent.
But more rapidly go the tidings from
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turns it is announced before the throne
of God. And If these souls now present
should enter the Kingdom there would be
That's my father" That's my mother"
That's my SON." That's the one I used
to pray for" That's the one for whom I
say. ."Hosanna!' and another would say,
Pleased with the news. the saints below
in songs their tongues employ.
Beyond the skies the tidings go,
And heaven is filled with joy.
Mgr Rnt ap piedie can With their nsw joy" fire contain"
The sinner lost is found. thew sing,
And strike the sounding Tyre.
A FINE PICTURE.
At the banquet of Lucullus sat Cicero
Philip the conqueror, at the Grecian BAN
quet sat Socrates the philosopher, but at
our rather ) IdDle SIT all the returned
predigals, more than conquerors. The
table is so wide it's leaves reach across
seas and lands. Its guests are the re-
heaven. The ring of Gods forgiveness on
every hand. The robe of a Saviour's
righteousness a,droop from every should
er. The wine that grows in the cups is
from the bowls of 10, 1000 sacraments. Let
all the redeemed of earth and all the
chalices drink to the return of a thousand
prodigals. Sing, sing, singi Worthy is
the Lamb that was slain to receive bless
ing and riches and honor and glory and
power, world without end!" That scene
of Guidance comes out before me this
moment as in a sort of picture gallery.
Look. look! There is Christ. Cuyp
painted him for earthly galleries, and
West and Dore painted him for earthly
| galleries. but all those pictures are eclips-
ed by this masterpiece of heaven. Christ,
| sanhedrin, and of Agrippa's courtroom
and of Mars hill, and of Nero's infamy,
shaking his chained fist in the very face
| Joshua, the fighter of Bethoron and Gibe-
on, the man that postponed shutdown.
R Rarsin mere eo is ta nnah,e the to p Temoye he OF y yaG
of modesty or rend it or lift it. And along
the corridors of this picture gallery l find
with his harp, and Miriam with the Gym
balls, and Zechariah with the scroll, and
st. job will the seven Walls, and the
l dI6CI Will AS mp III,
farther in the Corridors, see the faces of
our loved ones. The cough gone from the
throat, the wanness gone from the limbs,
the languor gone from the eye. Let US
go up and greet them. Let us go up and
embrace them. Let us go up and live
with them. We will. we will!
From this hilltop I catch a glimpse OF
those hilltops where all sorrow and sigh:
ing shall be done away. Oh, that GOD
would make that world to us a reality
Faith in that world helped old DR.. Tyne
when he stood by the casket Of his dead
son whose arm had been torn off in the
thrashing machine. death ensuing. and
DR.. Tying, with infinite composure
preached the funeral sermon of his owl
beloved son: Faith in that world helped
Martin Luther without one tear to pu
away in death his favorite child. Faitf
in that world helped the dying woman t.
asked her what she supposed that lette,
w on the sky meant. oh" she said
don't you know? w stands for Wei
come" Oh, heaven. swing open tn!
gates! oh, heaven, roll upon us some o
the sunshine anthems! oh, heaven, f1asl
upon us the vision of thy luster!- An OLE
writer tells us of a ship coming from In
do RI Franco The crew was made I'd o