The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1899-11-08
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| just for one second, to see him. Ihe most
rapturous idea we ever had OF MN on
] saUamental days or at the nelgnC OIL
some great revival Or under the upllfted
baton of an oratOriO is bankruptcy OF
| thought compared with the lrst flash OF
| his appearance in that reception room.
| At that moment when you confront each
other, Christ looking upon you and you
looking upon Christ, there will be an &C.
static thrill and surging Of emotion that
beggar all description. Look! They need
i no introduction. Long ago Christ chose
| that repentant sinner, and that repentant
sinner chose Christ. Mightiest moment
! Of an immortal history-the first kiss Of
heaven! Jesus and the soul! The soul
and Jesus
| The GlOrified Kinsfo1k.
| But now into that reception room pour
the glorifed kinsfolk, enough of earthly
retention to let you know them, but with
out tkeir wounds or their sicknesses Or
their troubles-see what heaven has done
for them-so radiant, so gleeful, SO trans
portingly lovely! They call you by name.
They greet you with an ardor proportion
ed to the anguish of your parting and the
length of your separation. Father! Moth
err! There is your child. Sisters! Broth
ers. Friends! / wish you joy. For years
apart, together again in the reception
room of the old homestead. You see, they
viii know you are coming. There are so
many immortals filing al the spaces be-
tween here and heaven that news like
that flies like lightning. They Will be
! there in an instant. Though they We're
in some other world ON errand from God,
Il signal would be thrown that would
fetch them Though you might at first
feel dazed and ovcrawed at their super
nal sp.endor, all that feeling will be gone
| at their first touch of heavenly salutation,
and we will say: "Oh, my lost boy.' "Oh,
my lost compartment" 'Oh, my lost friend!
Are we here togetherT What scenes in
that reception room of the old homestead
have been witnessed! There met Joseph
and Jacob. finding it brighter room
/ than anything they saw in Pharaoh's pal
ace; David and the little child for whom
he once tasted and wept: Mary and Laz-
i arus 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 manifest; Luther and Mag
dalene, the daughter he bemoaned; John
Howard and the prisoners whom he Cos
peliZed, 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. I'm my Faith
er'S house are many rooms"
The Thrones of Heaven.
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 German war; one eventide in the
summer of 1870, stood studying the ex-
quisite sculpturing of the gate of the TUT
leries, Paris. Lost in admiration of the
wonderful art of that gate, | knew not
that | was exciting suspicion. Lowering
my eyes to the crowds of people, | found
myself being closely inspected by the gov
ornamental 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 in very poor French did
not satisfy them, and they followed me
long distances until l reached my hotel
and were not satisfied until from my
| landlord they found that l was only an
lnoffensive American. The gates of earth
ly palaces are carefully guarded, and, if
so, how much more the throneroom, A
| dazzling palace is it for mirrors and all
costly art. No one who ever saw the
throneroom Of the first and only Napo-
leon Will ever forget the letter n en-
broldered in purple and gold on the uphol-
stery OF chair and window, the letter n
glided on the wall, the letter II chased
on the challceS, the letter II flaming from
the ceiling. What Indignation of brill
lance the thronerOOm Of Charles Imman-
uel of Sardinia, of Ferdinand of Spain.
or Ellzabeth Of England, of Boniface of
Italy But the throneroom of our Faith
er,s house hath a glory eclipsing all the
tnronerOoms that ever saw scepter wave
or crown glitter or foreign ambassador
DOW, Tor our Fathers throne is throne
OF grace, throne Of mercy, a throne Of
holiness, throne Of justice, a throne of
universal dominion. We need not stand
shivering and covering before it. for our
Father says we may yet one day come
UP and sit On it beside him. 'To him
that oyercometh will / grant to sit with
me in my throne"
The crowns of the royal family of this
world are tossed about from generation
to generation, and from family to family.
Ihere are men comparatively young in
Berlin who have seen the crown on three
emperors. But wherever the coronets Of
this world rise Or fall they are destined
to meet in one place. And I look and see
them coming from north and south and
east and west, the Spanish crown. the
Italian crown, the English crown, the
Turkish crown, the Russian crown, the
Persian crown-aye, all the crowns from
under the great archivolt of heaven-and
while l watch and wonder they are all
flung in rain Of diamonds around the
pierced feet.
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run,
his kingdom stretch from shore to shore
I'LL SUN shall rise and set no more.
Oh, that throneroom of Christ! 'In my
Fathers house are many rooms"
The Music Room.
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