The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1899-11-11

'''' "' d" 'rIalIu IMllI and sfrf..ri,.,. .
emotion that beggr aI desgr,,tfa., "
LOOK They need mo- forr,,g,ctiaD
Long ago Christ chose that rene,t,,,
SINNER and that rcpcntaUt sinn,,. -
christ Mjghlicst moment of am fn,
''o''al history The first kiss of Rom,
en- Jesus and the soul, The sonl nm,
Jesus! Nv soul uh'
bnt now into that reception roor,
pour the gloriiied ldnsfoll. enoupb a,
earthly retention to let you know Them
put without their wounds or sicl,nes,os
OF lhelr troubcs-sce what Heaven has
uohe Tor 'hem'-so radiant, so gIeefuI
so 'ransportingly lovely! They colI Won
by name They greet You with ny, mr.
GOT proportional to the anguish of yopr
parting and the length of yopr sen,ro.
ION, Father! Mother! There Is 'yor,.
enid Sisters! Brothers! Friends, I
wish you joy, For years apart tooe,b.
er again in the reception room of tbo
oia homestead. You see, they win know
you are coming, There are 50 rop,,
,'Ahor'aiS filling all the spaces between
mere and Heaven that news like that
mes like lightning They win he there
III an instant Though they were in
some other world ON errgud from God
signal would be thrown ont that
would fetch them. 1houghyou might
at first feel dozcd and overawed nj
their supernal splendor, all that feel
ihg Will be gone at their first foucb
OF Heavenly saIutation, and we will say,
"Oh, my lost boy!" "Ob. my lost com.
panion.' "Oh, my lost friend! Are we
mere together?' What scenes in that
reception room Of the old homestead
have been witnessed, There met 10.
seph and Jacob, finding it brighter
room than anything they saw in Pha
raoh's palace; David and the little child
for whom he once tasted and went.
Mary and Lazarus after the heart
break Of Bethany; Timothy and grand
mother Lois; Isabella Graham and her
sailor sou; Alfred and George Cook
uan, the mystery of the sea at last
made manifest; Luther and Magdalene.
the daughter he bcmomed: John How
ard and the prisoners whom he gospel
led, 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. "In
my Fathers house are many rooms"
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 a right
to enter the throneroom. 1t no easy
thing on earth to get through even the
outside door Of a king residence. Dur
ing the Franco-German war, one even |
tide in the summer Of 1870, | stood |
studying the exquisite sculpturing of |
the gate of the Tuileries Paris. Lost |
in admiration of the wonderful art OF |
that gate, | knew not that was eXcit- |
ing suspicion. Lowering my eyes to
the crowds of people | found myself .
being closely inspected by the govern
mental officials, who, from my com
pleXion, Judged me to be German. and |
that for some belligercnt purpose I
might be examining the gates of the
palace. My explanation in very poor
French did not satisfy them, and they
me long distances until l
reached my hotel, and were not salts
fed until from my landlord they found
hat | was only an inotfensiye Amer
can. The gates of earthly palaces are
carefully guarded, and, if so, how much
more the throneroom A dazzling pal
ice is it for mirrors and all costly art.
The crowns of the royal family Of
his world are tossed about from gen
ration to generation, and from family
0 family. There are men comparative
V young in Berlin who have seen the
rown on three emperors. But wher-
yer the coronets of this world rise or
all they are destined to meet in one
,lace. And 'ooll and see them coming
rom north and south and east and
vest, the Spanish crown, the Italian
rown. the English crown, the Turkish
rowu. the Russian crown, the Persian
rown-aye, all the crowns from under
he great archivolt of Heaven - and
While watch and wonder they are all
ung in rain Of diamonds around the
ierced feet, +
Another room in our Fathers house
, the music room. St. John and ether /
,ible writers talk so much about the I
lusic of Heaven that there must be ,
lusic there, perhaps not so much as 7
u earth was thrummcd from trem- Q
ing string or evoked by touch ofivory p
CIV, but if not that. then something 7
atter. There are so many Christian y
arpists and Christian composers and II
hristiau organists and Christian Choir f
tiers and Christian hymnolOgists that $
ave gone up from earth, there must a
2 for them some place Of especial de- e
citation. Shall we have music in this c
Grid of discords and no music in the f
nd of complete harmony? | cannot +
i've YOU the notes of the first bar OF II
.e new song that is sung in Heaven. a
cannot imagine either the solo or the h
BIOLOGY. But Heaven means music,
I'd can mean nothing else. Occasional a
that music has escaped the gate. fC
r. Fuller, dying at Beaufort 5. C., OF
id: "Do you not hear?" Hear So
hate" exclaimed the bystanders. Tile G.
usc! Lift me up! Open the win al
,ws!" al
In that music room of our Fathers h,
,use You will some day meet the old c,
asters. Mozart and Handel and Men II
tssobp and Beethoven and Doddridge, h,
hose sacred poetry was as remark in
le as his sacred prose, and James ey
ontgomery. and William Cowper, at OF
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