Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1901-09-30

should some day meet with an accident
that should send worlds crashing into
each other like telescoped railway
| trains, and all the wheels of constella-
tiOns and galaxies should stop, and
| 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 not hurt God, for God is a spirit,
and character and memory are immor-
| tai, 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 rotating and the last sun is eX-
tfnguished 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 pow
er to efface from any soul in glory the
memory of anything we have done to
bring it to God and heaven!
Craven on Gods Hands.
There is another and a more COM
plete defeat for oblivion, and that is
in the heart of God himself. You have
seen a 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 a soldier roll up his sleeve
and show you his arm tattooed with
the figure Of a fortress where he was
garrisoned or the face of a great gen.
eral 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 punctured into the flesh
SO indelibly that nothing can wash it
out. 1t may have been there fifty
years, but when the man goes 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, Behold, have craven thee
on the palms of my hands" 1t was as
much as to say: Il cannot open my
hand to help but 1 think of you. l can
not spread abroad my hands to bless
but 1 think Of you. Wherever 1 go up
and down the heavens take these two
pictures of you with me. They are so
inwrought into my being that 1 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 1 hold the
winds in my fist, no cyclone shall up
root the inscription of your name and
your face, and though l hold the ocean
in the hollow of my hand its billOwing
shall not wash out the record of my
Behold, l 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 if he can. Let him crum
BILE 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 sunrises and sunsets
Of all the days and the auroras of all
I,n ioht nd
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 it in it's 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 a Persian banquet
Or Daniel ever walked among in Baby
Ionian castles or Joseph ever witness
ed in Pharaoh'S throneroom and then
yourself enter this castle of archan-
gelic construction and see how poor a
palace it is compared with the greater
palace that some Of you have already
found in the heart of loving and par
1oning God and into which all the mu-
sic and all the prayers and all the SER
monte considerations of this day are
trying to introduce you through the
blood of the slain Lamb.
Oh, where is oblivion now? From
he dark and overshadowing word that
t seemed when began it has become
something which no man or woman or
child who loves the Lord need ever
'ear. Oblivion defeated. Oblivion dead.