Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1899-11-11

minute when the ABcended spirit first
gees the Lord! Better than all we ever
read about him or talked about him or
sang about him In all the churches and
through all our earthly lifetime will it
be, Just for one second, to see him.
F, The most rapturous idea we ever had
Of him on sacramento days or AT the
height of some great revival or under
the uplifted baton Of m orntorlo Is a
bankruptcy of thought compared with
the first flash of his appearance In
that reception room. Al that moment
when you confront each other. Christ
looking upon you and you looking up
on Christ. there will be m ecstatic
thrill and surging of emotion that beg
gar all description. Look! They need
no introduction. Long ago Christ
chose that rcpentant sinner. and that
repentant sinner chose Christ. Might
est moment of an immortal history
the first kiss of heaven! Jesus and the
soul! Yhe soul and Jesus!
Life In Heaven.
But now into that reception room
pour the gloritlcd kinsfolk, enough Of
earthly retention TO let you know
them, but without their wounds or
their sicknesses or their troubles. See
what heaven has done for them-so
radiant, so gleeful, so trnnsportIngly
lovely. They call you by name. They
greet you with an ardor proportioned
to the anguish Of your parting and the
length Of your separation. Father!
Mother, There is your child. Sisters!
Brothers.! Friends! wish you Joy.
For years apart. together again in the
reception room of the old homestead.
You see. they will know you are COM
Ing There are go many lmmortals
filling all the spaces between here
and heaven that news like that flies
like lightning They Will be there In
an instant. Though they were In some
other world OIL crrand from God. a
signal would be thrown that would
fetch them. Though ysu might at
first feel dazcd and overawed at their
supernal spendor. all that feeling will
be gone at their first touch Of heavenly
snlutation. and we will say: "Oh. my
lost boy" "Oh. my lost companion"
"Oh, my lost friend Are we here to-
gether" What scenes In that recep-
ton room Of the old homestead have
been Witnessed. There met Joseph
and jacob. finding ii n brighter room
than anything they saw In Pharaoh's
palnce; David and the little child for
whom he once TASTED and wept: Mary
| and Lazarus after the heartbrruk or
Bethany: Timothy and grandmother
] Lois; Isabella Graham and her sailor
son; Alfred and George Goodman. the
mystery Of the sea at last made mani
fest; Luther and Magdalene. the
daughter lie bemonned; John Howard
! and the prisoners whom he gospelized.
and multItudes without number who,
once so weary and so sad. parted on
earth. but gloriously met in heaven.
Among all the rooms Of that house
there Is no one that more enraptures
my soul than that reception room. "1n
| lily EaluGI uOuoC aiC AAihAJ iOOh'o'
The ThroneroOm.
Another room in our Fathers house
Is the throneroom We belong to the
royal family The blood Of King Jesus
flows In our veins, SO we have right
to enter the throneroom. 1t Is no easy
thing on earth to get through even
the outside door Of kings residence.
| During the Franco-G German war. one
eyentide in the summer OF 1870, stood
studying the exquisite sculpturing OF
the cute of the Tuileries, Paris. Lost
In admiration of the wonderful art OF
that gate, knew not that was eX-
citing suspicion, Lowering my eyes
i to the crowds Of people, found my
self being closely inspected by the gov
ernmental officials, who, from my COM
plexIon, Judged me to be German
and that for some belligerent purpose
might DO examining the gates Of the
palace My explanation IN very poor
French did not satisfy them. and they
followed me long distances until
reached my hotel and were not salts
fed until from my landlord they
found that | was only IN ino(fenslve
American. The gates of earthly pal
aces are carefully guarded. and If 80,
how much more the throneroom!
dazzling place Is 1t for mirrors and
all costly art. No one who ever saw
the throneroom Of the first and only
Napoleon will ever forget the letter n
embroidered in purple and gold on the
upholstery of chair and window, the
letter y gilded on the wall, the letter n
chased OH the chalices. the letter
flaming from the ceiling. What con-
fagration Of brilliance the throneroom
Of Charles Emmanuel Of Sardinia, OF
Ferdinand Of Spain. Of Elizabeth OF
England. of Bonifacc Of Italy! But
the throneroorA Of our Fathers house
! hath glory eclipsing all the throne
rooms that ever saw scepter wave or
crown glitter or foreign ambassador
bow, for our Fathers throne Is
throne of grace. throne Of mercy.
| throne Of holiness. q throne Of justice,
I q throne of universal dominion. We
need not stand shivering and COVER
Ing before 1t. for our Father says we
may yet one day come up and sit on
1t beside him. ITO him that overcom-
eth will grant to sit with me In my
throne" You see. we are princes and
princesses. Perhaps now we move
about lncognito. as Peter the Great
In the garb Of ship carpenter at AM
sterdam or as Queen Tlrzah In the
dress of peasant woman seeking the
prophet for her childs cure. but 1t will
be found out after awhile who we are
when we get into the throneroom
Aye we need not wait until then. We
may by prayer and song and spiritual
uplifting this moment enter the throne
room. o King. live forever! we
touch the scepter and PROSTATE our
sp1yaa at thy feet