The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1901-10-09
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"louse OF many lnauSi0rs" WI. stand,
as long as tke throne - c od VIII s;aud.
Another letyai Of o3.iv!oa viii be
found in the character OF those whom
We rescue, up!iit or save. Character
Is eternal. Suppose by right intU-
erce we aid il ;ransforminga bad man
into good man. Golorous man into
Z happy man, G!sheartened man into
d courageous maa, every stroke OF
that work done VII be INN ortalized.
There may never be so much as one
line in a newspaper regarding it or
no mortal tongue may ever whisper ii
into human ear, but wherever that soul
shall go Your work upon it shall CO.
wherever that soul rises Your work
on il VII rise, and so long as that SOU
will last your work on it will last. Dc
YOU suppose there win ever come such
an idioiic lapse in the history OF that
soul in Heaven that It shall forget that
YOU invited him 10 Christ; that you,
by prayer or Gospel word, turned him.
round from The wrong way to the right
way? No such insanity will ever smite
g heavenly citizen. 1t is not half as
well on earth known that Christopher
Wren planned and built ST. Pauls as
it will be known in al! Heaven that you
were the instTumentaity o. building
a temple for the sky. We teach E:
Sabbath class or put Christian tracE
in the hand of 4 pasSerby or testify
for Christ in prayer-meeting or
preach sermon and go home Giseour-
aged, as though nothing had been ac-
complished, when we had been char
acter building with a material that no
frost or earthquake or rolling of the
centuries can damage or bring down.
Oh, this character building! The
structure lasting independent OF
passing centuries, independent OF
crumbling mausoleums, independen:
of the whole planetary system. Aye,
if the material universe, which seems
all bound together like one piece OF
machinery, should some day meet with
an accident that should send world;
crashing into each other Ike teIe-
scoped railway trains, and al the
wheels OF consultations and galaNes
should stop, and Gown into one chasn1
of inmensity all the suns and moons
and stars should tumble like the mid
night express al Ashtahula, that would
not touch Us and would not hurt God,
Tor Coo is spirit, and character and
memory are immortal, and over that
grave of 4 wrecked material universe
might truthfully be written: "Tbe
righteous shall be held in verlastin;,
remembrance" o Time, we defy thee!
Q Death, we stamp thee in the dust Of
thine own sepulchers! o OEternity, roll
on till the last star has stopped rotat-
inr and the last sun is extinguished OF
the sapphire pathway and the last
moon has illuminated the last night
and as many years have passed as al
the scribes that ever took pen could de-
scribe by as many figures as they could
write in all the centuries OF MI time.
but thou shalt have 10 power 10 eface
from any soul IN glory the memory Of
ANYTHING we have done to bring it to
God and Heaven.
What Joy, what honor, can there be
comparable to that of being remen-
bered by the nightiest and most af-
fectionate being in the universe?
Think of il, 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 IS grand as that if he
can. Let him c:'umble up ell the stars
Of yesternight and tomorrow night
and put them together as mosaics for
such palace floor. let him take all
the sunrises and sunse-s Of all the days
and the aproras Of all the nights and
hang them up as upho!st2-y al its win
dows. Let him take a. the rivers and
all the lakes and all the oceans and toss
them into the fountains Of this ~
ace court. Let him ta..e all
of all the hills and hang it in q
6eliers and all the pearls of the Sea-
and all the diamonds of all the fields,
and with them arch the dcorways CT
that palace and thiu invite into all
the glories that Esther ever saw at
Persian banquet or Daniel ever walked
among in Babylorian castles or Jo-
seph ever witnessed in Pharaoh's
throneroom and then yourself enter
this palace Of farchangelic construction
and see how poor palace it is conf
pared with the greater palace that
some of you have already found in
the heart Of a loving and pardoning
God and into which all the music and all
the PRAYERS and ali the sernonic con!
siderations of this day are trying 10
: introduce you through the blood of tie
slain Lamb.
Oh, where is oblivion now? From
the dark and overshadowing word that
it seemed when began it has become
something which 10 man or woman or
child who loves the Lord need ever fear.
Oblivion defeated. Oblivion dead. Oh
livion sepulchered. But l must not
be so hard on this deyouring monster,
for into it's grave go al our sins when q
the Lord for Christ's sake has for
riven them. Just blow Tesurreo-
ton trumpet over them when once o.
lirion has snapped the. down. Not
one of them rises. Blow again. Not a
stir amid all the pardone6 iniquitfes
of a lifetime. Blow again Not ere
of them moves in the deep grave
trenches. But to this poweTless res
direction trumpet voice responds,
half huuen, half Divine, and it must
be part man and part God, saying:
Their sins and their iniquities will I
remember no more" Thank God for
this blessed oblivion. So you see I
did not invite you down in:o cellar,
but on a throne: not into the grave
ward TO which al materialism IS 6es-
tined, but into a garden al a-bloom
with everlasting remembrance. The
frown Of my first text has become the
kiss of the second text. Annihilation
has become coronation. The wr1cging
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