Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1901-10-05
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marriage. ThiS custom OF tattoolng ID
almost as old as the world. 1t Is some
colored liquid punctured into the flesh
SO indelibly that nothing can wash 1t
out 1t may have been there fifty
years, but when the man goes into bis
coffin that picture will 60 with him
on hand or arm. Now, God says that
he has tattooed us upon his hands.
There can be no other meaning In the
forty-ninth chapter of Isaiah, where
God says. Behold, have craven thee
on the palms Of my hands" 1t was as
much as to say: II cannot open my
hand to help but think Of you. can
not spread abroad my hands to bless
but think of you. Wherever / go up
and down the heavens take these two
pictures of you with me. They are
inwrought into my being that / cannot
lose them. AS long as my hands last
the memory Of you will last. Not on
the back of my hands, as though to an
nounce you to others, but on the palms
Of my hands for myself to look at and
study and love. Though / hold the
winds In my fist, no cyclone shall up
root the inscription Of your name and
your face, and though hold the ocean
In the hollow Of my hand its billowing
shall not wash out the record OF my
remembrance. Behold, have craven
thee on the palms of my hands,"
Eternal Remembrance.
What JOY. what honor, can there be
comparable to that OF being remember
ed by the mightiest and most affection
ate being In the universe? Think Of 1t
to hold an everlasting place In the
heart of God! The heart Of God! The
most beautiful palace In the universe.
Let the archangel build some palace as
grand as that II he can. Let him crum-
BILE up all the stars Of yesternight and
tomorrow night and put then. together
as mosaics fer such palace floor. Let
him take all the sunrises and sunsets
of all the days and the auroras Of all
the nights and hang them as uphol-
stery at its windows. Let him take all
the rivers and all the lakes and all the
oceans and toss them into the foun-
tains Of this palace court Let him
take all the gold of all the hills and
hang 1t In Its chandeliers and all the
pearls of all the seas and all the dia-
monds Of all the fields and with them
arch the doorways OF that palace and
then invite into all the glories that
Esther ever saw at Persian banquet
or Daniel ever walked among In Baby
lonian castles or Joseph ever witness
ed In Pharaoh's throneroom and then
yourself enter this castle Of archan-
gelic construction and see how poor q
palace II Is compared with the greater
found in the heart Of loving and par
doning God and into which all the mu-
sic and oil the prayers and all the SER
monie considerations of this day are
trying to Introduce you through the
blood Of the slain Lamb.
Oh. where Is oblivion now? From
the dark and overshaJowing word that
it seemed VI hen I began 1t has become
something which no man or woman or
child who loves the Lord need ever
fear. Oblivion defeated. Oblivion dead.
Oblivion sepulchered. But must NOT
be so hard on that deyouring monster.
for into its grave go all our sins when
the Lord for Christ's sake has forgiven
them. Just blow resurrection trum-
pet over them when once oblivion has
snapped them down. Not one OF them
rises. Blow again. Not stir amid
all the pardoned iniquities OF life
time Blow again! Not one Of them
moves In the deep grave trenches. But
to this powerless resurrection trumpet
q voice responds ha.f human, half d.
vine, and Il must be part man and part
God, saying, Their sins and their In
iquities will remember no more"
Thank God for this blessed oblivionl
So you see did not invite you down
into cellar, but up on throne; not
into the graveyard to which all materi-
allsm is destined, but into garden all
abloom with everlasting remembrance.
The frown of my first text has become
the kiss of the second text Annihila-
tion has become coronation. The wiring
Ing hands Of great agony have be-
come the clapping bands Of great JOY.
The requiem with which we began has
become the grand march with which
we close The tear of sadness that
rolled down our cheek has struck the
lip on which sits the laughter of eter-
nal triumph.
tCopynsht. 1901. Louis Klopsch, N. IL