The Monitor-register., 1897-01-29

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God, took up Doddridge's ''Rise and
Progress. - Oh, what dark afternoon
it was, and I read the chapters, and
read the prayers, and I tried to make
the prayers my own. Oh, I must see
Philip Doddridgel A glorious old book
he wrote! 1t is out of fashion now.
There is a 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
wanderer and vagabend on the earth
when chat 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 becomes useful
Christian and dies and enters the gates
of heaven. You tell me that that moth
er's joy cannot be augmented. Let them
confront each other, the son and the
mother "Oh, she says to the angels Of
God, "rejoice with mel The dead is alive
again, and the lost is found. Hallelu-
iah, never expected to see this lost one
come back. % The Bible says nations are
to be born in day When China comes
to God, will it not know DIR. Abeel?
When India comes, will it not know DIR.
John Scudder? When the Indians come
to God, will they not know David
Brainerd?
I see a soul entering heaven at last
with covered face at the idea that it has
done SO little for Christ and feeling
borne down with unworthiness, and 1t
says to itself, ST have no right to be
here" A voice from a throne says:
"Oh, you forget that Sunday school
class you invited to Christ! was one
of Them" And another voice says:
"You forget that poor man to whom
you gave loaf of bread and told Of the
heavenly bread. was that man." And
another says: "You forget that sick one
to whom you gave medicine for the body
and the soul. 1 was that ope." And
then Christ, from a throne overlapping
all the rest, will say, "Inasmuch as ye
did it to aRe of the least of these, you
did it to III . And then the seraphs
will take their hs&ps from the side Of
the throne and cry, "What song shall
it be?' And Christ, bending over the
harpers, shall say, "It shall be the
Harvest Home" ."
Theory Confirmed by the Dying.
One more reason why am disposed
to accept this doctrine of future recogniS
ton is that SO many in their last hour
on earth have confirmed this theory. I
speak not of persons who have been de-
lirious in their last moment and knew
not what they were about, but of per-
sons who died in calm1less and placidity,
and who were not naturally supersti-
tious Often the glories of heaven have
struck the dying pillow, and the depart
ing man has said he saw and heard
those who had gone away from him.
How often it is in the dying moments
parents see their departed children and
children see their departed parentsl I
came down to the banks of the Mohawk
river. It was evening, and I wanted to
20 over the river, and SO l waved my
hat and shouted, and after awhile saw
Soiffe one waving on the opposite bank,
and I heard him shout, and the boat
came across, and got in and was trans
ported And SO suppose it will be in
the evening of our life We will come
down to the river of death and give a
signal to our friends ON the other shore,
and they will give a signaa askssArt TO us,
and the b at comes, and our departed
kindred are the oarsmen, the fires Of the
setting day tingeing the tops of the pad
dies.
Oh, have you never sat by such a
deathbed? In that hour you hear the de-
parting soul cry:, g u {{HIasltk ,Lookr' You
hearkshe> sAnd you looked. A little
child pining away hecsaEeSf the death
of its mother, getting weaker and weak
er every day, was taken into the room
where hung the picture of her mother.
She seemed to enjoy looking at it, and
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, "MotherV' 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 I heard
last night? Twas in the room where one
of my neighbors was dying He was
good man, and he said he heard the an
gels of God singing before the throne I
haven't much poetry about me, butI lis
tened, and I,heard them too" Said I,
81 have no doubt of it." Why, we are;
to be taken up to heaven at last by min
istering spirits. Who are they to beP
Souls that went up from Madras or I'M
tioeh or jerusalem? Oh, no, our glori-
fed linded are going to troop around u.s.
Heaven is not a stasesE,f ,formal place,
as sometimes hear it described very
frigidfEy Of splendor, where people stand
on cold formalities and go roundabout
with heavy crowns Of gold on their
heads. No, that is not my idea of heav-
Ell. My idea of heaven is more like this:
You are seated in the eveningtide by the
fireplace your whole family there, or
nearly all of them there. While your are
seated, talking and enjoying the even
ing hour, there is Knock at the door,
and the door opens, and flsmpaGRss in
brother that has been long absent. He
has been absent, for years you have not
seen him, and no sooner do you make
up your mind that it is certainly. he
than you leap up, and the question
who shall give himf4he; first eznhraess
That is my idea 81 heaven-a great
home circle where they are waiting for
us. Oh, will you not know your moth
er's voice there? She who always called
you by your first name long after others
! had given you the formal Mister"
You We're never anything but James or
John or George or Thomas or Mary or
Florence to her. Will you not know
your child voice-she of the bright eye
and the ruddy cheek and the quiet step,
who came in from play and flung her.
self into your lap, very shower Of
mirth and beauty? Why, the picture is
craven i'll your soul. It 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 Or
chestra. Know it? You could not help
but krow it.
Consolation.
Now / bring you this glorious con-
ISOLATION of future recognition. If you
could get this theory into your heart, it
would lift great many shadows that
are stretching across it. When was a
lad, 1 used to go out to the railroad
track and put my ear down ON the track,
and I could hear the express train rum
bling miles away and coming on, and
today, my friends, if we only had faith
enough, we could put our ear down to