Akron daily Democrat. [volume] (Akron, Ohio) 1892-1902, 1899-11-09
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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. tn see him.
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 an oratorio is a
bankruptcy of thought compared with
the first fash of his appearance in
that reception room At that moment
when you confront each other. Christ
looking upon you aud you looking up
on Christ, there will be an ecstatic
thrill and surging of emotion that beg
gar all description. Look! They need
no Introduction. Long ago Christ
chose that repentant sinner, and that
repentsnt sinner chose Christ. Might
est moment of an immortal history
the first kiss of heaven, Jesus and the
soul, The soul and Jesus.
Life In Heaven.
But now into that reception room
pour the glorified 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 gIeeful. so transportingly
lovelyi They call you b3' 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!
Brothersl 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 so many immortals
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 on errand from God, a
signal would be thrown that would
fetch them. Though you might at
first feel dazed and overawed at their
supernal splendor. all that feeling will
be gone at their first touch of heavenly
salutation, 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 it brighter room
than anything they saw in Pharaoh's
palace; David and the little child for
whom he once tasted and wept; Mary
and Lazarus after the heartbreak of
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 bemoaned; 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 mere enraptures
my soul than that reception room. "In
my Fathers house are many rooms"
The Throner00n.
Another room in our Fathers house
is the throneroom. We belong to the
AVs al hN pitou Va lAihS cNSuo
flows in our veins, So We have Il right
to enter the throueroom. 1t is no easy
thing on earth to get through even
the outside door of a kiug's residence.
During the franco-Gernan war, one
eventide in the summer of 1870. ! stood
studying the exquisite sculpturiDg of
the gate of the Tuileries. Paris. Lost
in sdmiration OF the wonderful art of
that gate. | knew not that | was eH-
citing suspicion. Lowering my eyes
to the crowds of people. | found my
self being closely inspected by the gov
ernmeDtal officials, who, from my COM
plexion. judged me- to be German
and that for some belligerent purpose
| might be examining the gates of the
palace. My explanation Ia very poor
French did not satisfy them. and they
followed me long distances until
reached my hotel and We're not salts
fed until from MY landlord they
found that was only ali inoffensive
American. The gates of earthly pal!
aces are carefully guarded, and if so,
how much more the throneroomi A
dazzling place Is ii 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 gilded on the wall, the letter n
chased on the chalices, the letter n
flaming from the ceiling. What con-
flagration of brilliance the throneroom
of Charles Emmanuel of Sardinia, of
Ferdinand of Spain. OF Elizabeth Of
England, of Boniface Of Italy! But
tue throneroom 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. a throne Of mercy,
throne of holiness, a throne of justice.
n throne of universal dominion. We
need not stand shivering and COVER
ing before 1t, for orr Father says we
may yet one day come up and sit on
it beside him. "To 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 incognito. as Peter the Great
In the garb of ship carpenter at Am
sterdam or as Queen Tirzah in the
dress of peasant woman seeking the
prophet for her child's cure. but It will
be found out after awhile who we are
when we get Into the throneroom.
Ave, we need not watt until then. We
may by prayer and song and spiritual
uplifting this moment Giier the throne
room O King live forever, We