Woodruff County news., 1901-10-05


 on it will rise, and so long a s that soul will last your work on it will last. Do you suppose there win ever come such an idiotic lapse in the history of that soul in Heaven that it shall forget that you invited him to 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 a heavenly citizen. 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 a Sabbath class or put Christian tract in the hand of passerby or testify for Christ in a prayer-meet eting or preach a sermon and go home discour- aged, as though nothing had been ac- complished when we had been char acter building with 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, 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 tele- scoped railway trains, and all the wheels of constellations and galaxies should stop, and down into one chasm of immensity all the suns and moons and stars should tumble like the mid night express at Ashtabula, that would not touch us and would not hurt God, for God is spirit, and character and memory are immortal, and over that grave of a wrecked material universe might truthfully be written: "The righteous shall be held in everlasting remembrance" O Time, we defy thee! O Death, we stamp thee in the dust of thine own sepulchers! o Eternity, roll on till the last star has stopped rotat- ing and the last sun is extinguished on the sapphire pathway and the last moon has illuminated the last night and as many years have passed as all the scribes that ever took pen could de- scribe 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 Heaven.
 What joy, what honor, can there be comparable to that of being remem- bered by the mightiest and most af- fectionate being in the universe? Think of it, 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 if he can. et,him crumble up all the stars of yesternight and tomorrow night and put them together as mosaics for 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 up IS upholstery at it's win- dows. Let him take all the rivers and all the lakes and all the oceans and toss them into the fountains of this pal ace court. Let him take all the gold of all the hills and hang it in it's chan: deliers and all the pearls of the seas and all the diamonds 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 a Persian banquet or Daniel ever walked among in Babylonian castles or Jo- seph ever witnessed in Pharaoh's throneroom and then yourself enter this palace of archangelic construction and see how poor a palace it is com pared with the greater palace that some of you have already found in the heart of loving and pardoning God and into which all the music and all the prayers and all the sermonic con- alterations of this day are trying to introduce you through the blood of the slain Lamb.
 Oh, where is oblivion now? From the dark and overshadowing word that it seemed when l began it has become something which no man or woman or child who loves the Lord need ever fear. Oblivion defeated. Oblivion dead. Ob- livion sepulchered. But l must not De so ndFu OH lulS ucNOuIlnS uOuS ter, for into it's grave go all our sins when the Lord for Christ's sake has for given them. Just blow a resurrec- tion trumpet over them when once ob- livion has snapped them down. Not one of them rises. Blow again. Not a stir amid all the pardoned iniquitfes of lifetime. Blow again. Not one of them moves in the deep grave trenches. But to this powerless res- urrection trumpet voice responds, half human, half Divine, and it must be part man and part God, saying: .Their sins and their iniquities will I