Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1901-10-11

biographies in the aleoves of city library
compared with the impershabe record
you have made in the illumined memorie
of those to whom you did such kindnesses
Forget them? They cannot forget then
Notwithstanding all their might and spler
dor. there are some things the glorifie'
of heaven cannot do, and this is one o
them.
They cannot forget an earthly kindnes
done. They have not cutlass to part tina
cable. They have no strength to hurl int
oblivion that benefaction., Has Paul for
gotten the inhabitants of Malta, who ex
tended the island hospitality when he anC
others with him had felt, added to ship
wreck, the drenching rain and the SHARP
cold? Has the victim of the highwaymar
on the road to Jericho forgotten the gooc
| Samaritan with a medicament OF oil anc
wine and free ride to the hostelry? Have
| the English soldiers who went up to Coo
| from the Crimean battleields forgotten
Florence Nightingale?
It is not half as well on earth known
| that Christopher Wren planned and built
| st. Paul's as it will be known in all heaven
that you were the instrumentality OF
| building a temple for the sky. We teach
q Sabbath class, or put Christian tract
in the hand of a passer-by, or testify to1
Christ in prayer meeting, or preach q
sermon and go hone discouraged. as
though nothing had been accomplished
when we had been character building with
a material that no frost or earthquake or
rolling of the centuries can damage OF
bring down.
Another defeat of Oblivion will be
found in the character of those whom we
rescue. uplift or save. Character is eter-
nal Suppose by a right influence we aid
in Transforming a bad man into good
man. dolorous man into happy man,
disheartened man into courageous man,
every stroke of that work done will be i'm
mortalized. There may never be so much
as one line in a newspaper regarding 1T or
no mortal tongue may ever whisper it into
human ear, but wherever that soul shall
go your work upon it shall go, wherever
that soul rises your work on it will rise,
and so long as that soul will last your
work on it will last Do you suppose
there wilt ever come such an idiotic lapse
in the history of that soul in heaven that
Christ; that you, by prayer or gospel
work, turned him round from the wrong
way to the right way? No such insanity
will ever smite a heavenly citizen.
Oh, this character building! The struc-
t,lre lasting Independent of passing CEN
turtles, independent of crumbling mauso-
leums, independent 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 worlds
crashing into each other like telescoped
railway trains, and all the wheels of con.
Stelations and galaxies should stop. aud
down into one chasm of immensely all the
suns and moons and stars should tumble
like the midnight express at Ashtabula.
that would not touch us and would no.
hurt God, for God is a spirit, and charac'
ter and memory are immortal. and over
that grave of wrecked material univers'
might truthfullv be written, "The righte.
Gus shall he held in everlasting remeln.
brance." 0 time, we defy theei 0 death,
we stamp thee in the dust of thine own
sepulchers! O eternity, roll on till the last
star has stopped rotating and the last sun
is extinguished on the sapphire pathway,
and the last moon has illumined the last
night, and as many years have passed as
all the scribes that ever took pen could
describe by as many figures as they could
write in all the centuries Of all time, but
thou shalt have no power to efface from
any soul in glory the memory of anything
we have done to bring it to God and
heaveni
There is another and a more complete
defeat for oblivion, and that is in the
heart of God Himself. You have seen
sailor roll up his sleeve and show you his
arm tattooed with the figure Of a favorite
ship, perhaps the first one in which he
ever sailed. You have seen soldier roll
up his sleeve and show his arm tattooed
with the figure of q. fortress where he was
garrisoned or the face of q great general
under whom he fought. You have seen
many a hand tattooed with the face of a
loved one before or after marriage. This
custom of tattooing is almost as old as the
world. 1t is some colored liquid pune.
tured into the flesh so indelibly that moth
ing can wash it out 1t may have been
G ftxr I'D
into his coffin that picture will go 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, "Be-
hold. [ have craven thee on the palms OF
My hands," It was as much as to say,
81 cannot open My hand to help but
think of you. | cannot spread abroad My
hands to bless but think of you. Wher.
ever / go up or down the heavens l take
these two pictures of you with Me. They
are so inwrought into My being that ]
cannot lose them. As long as My hands
last the memory of you viii last. Not on
the back of My hands, as though to an.
nounee 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 uproot the in
scription 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,"
What joy, what honor, can there be
comparable to that of being remembered
by the mightiest and most affectionate
being in the universe? Think of ito
hold an everlasting place in the heart OF
Godl The heart OF Godl The most beau.
tiful palace in the universe Let the arch
angel build some palace as grand aG that
if he can. Let him crumble up all the
stars OF yesternight and tomorrow night
and put them together as mosaics for such
a palace floor. Let him take all the sun.
rises and sunsets of all the days and the
auroras of all the nights and hang them
as upholstery 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.
On, where is oblivion now? From the
| dark and overshadowing word that il
| seemed when | began it has become some
! thing which no man or woman or child
| who loves the Lord need ever fear Oh
| livion defeated. Oblivion dead Oblivion
| sepulchered. But l must not be SO hard
on that devouring monster, for into its
| grave go all our sins when the Lord fol
| Christ's sake has forgiven them Just
blow a resurrection trumpet over then