Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1899-11-10

sang ABOUT MIN III ull luc CHu!t hutl
through all our earthly lifetime will IT
be. Just for one second, to see him.
The most rapturous idea we ever had
of him on sacramento days or Mt the
height Of some great revival or under
the upliftcd 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 and 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
repentant 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 glorifed 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 transportingly
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.
Mafharf fTInpo fc child GfCfpraf u
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 so 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 on errand from God.
signal would be thrown that would
fetch them. Though you might al
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 boyw "Oh. my lost companion"
~Oh, my lost friend. Are We here to
getherw What scenes In that recep
tion room Of the Oh homestead have
been witnessed, There met Joseph
and Jacob finding Il brighter room
than anything they saw in Pharaol's
palace; David and the little child for
whom he once tasted and wcpt: Mary
and Lazarus after the hearihicak Of
Bethany; Timoihy 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 he 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 more enraptures
my soul than that reception room. in
my Fathers house are many rooms"
The ThrOncrOOm.
Another room In our Fathers house
is the throneroom. We belong to the
royal family. The blood of King Jesus
flows In our veins. 50 we have right
to enter the throueroom. II Is no easy
thing on earth to get through even
the outside door of kings residence.
During the FrancO-German war. one
eVentide 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 ex
citing suspicion. Lowering my eyes
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 belllgerent purpose
| might be 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 an in0ffensiye
American. The gates Of earthly pal
aces are carefully guarded. and If 30.
how much more the throneroOm! A
dazzling place is it for mirrors and
all costly art. No one who ever saw
the thrOnerOOm Of the first and only
Napoleon will ever forget the letter \
embroidered in purple and gold on the
upholstery Of chair and window, the
letter n gllded on the wall, the letter \
chased on the chalces. the letter y
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 Boniface of Italyl But
tue throneroom Of our Fathers house
hath n glory eclipsing all the throne
rooms that ever saw scepter wave or
crown glitter or foreign ambassador
bow, for our Fathers throne Is a
throne of grace. throne of mercy,
throne Of holiness. throne OF justice,
a throne of universal dominion. We
need not stand shverlng and cover
ing before 1t, for our Father says we
may yet one day come up and sit on
II 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 n ship carpenter at Am
sterdam or as Queen Tirzah In the
dress OF n peasant woman seeking the
prophet for her child's cure. but It will
be found ont after awhile who we are
rnen we get into the throneroom.
Ave, we need not walt 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
selves at thy feet.
The crowns Of the royal family OF
this world are tossed about from gen
Grafton to genera ton and from family
to family. There are men comparative
ly young In Berlin who have seen the
crown on three emperors. But wher'
ever the coronets OF this world rise or
fall they are destined TO meet In one
place. And | look and see them com.