Milford chronicle., 1905-03-17
nearinE Burdena In Heaven.

+ Bearing Burdens In Heaven.
2 Your father and mother beyond the
burden Of your sins? Friend, do moi
, know about that. Even in heaven
2 think they are still longing and hoping
for our salvation. l for one cannot un'
derstand how there can be joy in heav-
} en- over one sinner that repenteth and
not any thoughts about us who are
still unrepentant. One Of the greatest
Of New York pastors once told me that
when anything went wrong in his life
he used to feel the warm, loving arms
Of his redeemed daughter about his
neck. and he could hear her dear lips
speak to him words Of counsel which
would bring him to his better self do
not believe it beyond the range Of pos
sibilities for our dear ones to be anx-
lOus about our unrepentant souls. Even
now l would not be surprised If they
were sending forth an angelic messen-
ger to find out what our decision is to
be. Heaven. beautiful heaven! Have
our redeemed parents any burdens
about our unpardoned sins in heaven?
Perhaps by taking you on d past
journey to the place where l spent
most of my boyhoOd days 1 might help
you to a decision to give your hearts
to Jesus Christ. The journey which
| you are to take occurred short time
after my fathers burial. After his
body had been laid away to sleep by the
side of my mother l said to my sister,
"COme, let us go and look at the old
house" We walked down the street
where we both had played many years
before. AS l went along l began to
call up the names of the different
neighbOrs. But the houses now had
strange faces looking out of the win
dOws. The little children who were
playing in the street looked much like
my old playmates. They laughed and
shouted and jumped just as we used
to jump, but their eyes were different.
They edged off from the sidewalk as
we came along. We were strangers to
them. They We're strangers to us.
All, yes here is the old house 1t
stands as a sentinel overlooking Fort
Green park, where one of the old Revo-
lutionary battles was fought and where
some of the old Revolutionary veterans
lie buried. From the outside the old
house looked about the same There
was the vine mother planted, still
crawling over the side and clnging to
the roof and trying to cover up the |
windows Indeed. the house looked so |
much like the past that I thought for !
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for me in the front room to welcome |
me home from college. Just to the rear
Of the house was the old grapevine ar
Dor built by Captain Spicer before he
lost his wife and manly son. whom I
can just remember. I had often taken
my dessert of fruit there before I an
swer the dinner bell. But come;
must not linger outside. Here, let me
take peek in at the window I Won
der If yOnder policeman viii think
am thief. He wears just the same
kind Of brass buttons as did the officer
who used to chase me off the park
grass when l was playing "hOund and
hares" and climbing up yonder walls
more like a trapeze performer than a
-AaNA@ SUI y AAle AOA AAGA uuAAOWs
Visiting the old Home.
Yes, here is the parlOr. There I saw
my first Christmas tree. There they
laid me as a little baby in a basket as
a Christmas present for my father
There, in that same room, l first saw
the dead face of a relative. My broth
er's casket lay there. Mothers body
was covered with flowers there. And
there we met to laugh as we'll as to
weep.
Up and through the house we went.
Each room had for us history. In
each place we could see the living and
The dead side by side. Now it was a
sister in her bridal robes, now a death
bed scene, nOw-but stop; 1 cannot go
further. You would not have me if
you could. The history Of my old home
was merely the history Of yours, only
lnder other names. With US it was !
Jessie, De Witt, May, Edith, Frank,
Daisy, Maude. With you it was Ger
rude, Sarah, Carrie, William. John,
Walter. Names different; scenes all
he same.
AAetN tAAANA AAOOn went away ]
he old homestead with a sad heart
All that scene of love gone forever?' ,
kept saying "All gone, all goner' is
t all gone forever? But that night as
sped on west toward my own home,
where my wife and children were wait
ng to greet me, was looking out Of
he train window I had my cheek
esting upon my hand. I know not
whether l was asleep or awake. But,
whether asleep or awake, suddenly a j,
TRANCE vision came to me. seemed z
o see the dear faces Of my loved ones (
vho are gone. Among the twinkling c
tars of the night l saw their bright
yes and heard them speaking to me. p
hey seemed to say: ''The past is not I
cad. We are going to have our re- =
nions again. We are here waiting.
We are waiting for you. viii you live
or Christ as we lived, that we may
ave these reunions?"
Are our parents in heaven concerned