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SHUT IN BY DISASTER
DR. TALMAGE TALKS ON THE COM
PENSATIONS OF SICKNESS.
Th. CM* •« Hoali «d the Ark-eta
aetere Are God’s Dealvas For Oar
Bettermeat—Men Bared by Betas
Shat In—A Sermon to Invalids.
(Copyright. U9B, American Press Aaso-
Wabhikgton, Deo. 11.—This discourse
of Dr. Talmage, which Is helpful to all
who find life a struggle, is especially ad
dressed to a clam of persons probably nev
er before addressed in a sermon. The text
is Genesis vil, 16, “The Lord chut him
in.”
Cosmogony has no more interesting
chapter than the one which speaks of that
catastrophe of the ages, the submersion of
our world In time of Noah, the first ship
carpenter. Many of the nations who nev
er saw a Bible have a flood story—Egyp
tian flood story, Grecian flood story, of
which Duoalion was the Noah; Hawaiian
flood story, New Zealand flood story, Chi
nese flood story, American Indian flood
story—all of which accounts agree in the
Immersion of the continents under uni
versal rains, and that there was a ship
floating with a select few of the human
family and with specimens of zoological
and ornithological and reptilian worlds,
although I could have wished that these
last had been shut out of the ark and
drowned.
AU of these flood stories represent the
ship thus afloat as finally stranded on a
mountain top. Hugh Miller in his “Tes
timony of the Books’’ thinks that all these
flood stories were infirm traditions of the
Biblical aooount, and I believe him. The
worst thing about that great freshet was
that it struck Noah’s Great Eastern from
above and beneath. The seas broke the
chain of shells and crystal and rolled over
the land, and the heavens opened their
clouds for falling columns of water which
roared and thundered on the roof of the
great ship for a month and ten days.
There was one door to. the ship, but these
were three parte to that door, one part for
, each of the three stories. The Bible ac
count says nothing about parts of the door
belonging to two of the stories, and I do
not know on which floor Noah and his
family voyaged, but my next tells us that
the part of the door of that particular floor
on which Noah staid was closed after he
bad entered. “The Lord shut him in.’*
So there are many people now in the world
V who are as thoroughly shut in, some by
sickness, some by old age, some by special
duties that will not allow them to go
forth, some surrounded by deluges of mis
fortune and trouble, and for them I often
receive messages, and this sermon, which
I hope may do good to others, is more es
pecially intended for them. Today I ad
dress the shut tn. “The Lord shut him
in.”
The Closed Door.
Notice first of all who dosed the door so
that they could not get out. Noah did not
doit, nor his son Shem, nor did Ham, nor
did Japheth, nor did either of the four
married women who were on shipboard,
nor did desperadoes who bad scoffed at the
idea of peril which Noah had been preach
ing dose that door. They had turned
their backs on the ark and bad in disgust
gone away. I will tell you how it was
done. A hand was stretched down from
heaven to dose that door. It was a divine
band as well as a kind hand. “The Lord
shut him in.”
And the tame kind and sympathetic be
ing has shut you in, my reader or my
hearer. You thought it was an accident,
uscribable to the carelessness or misdoings
of others, or a mere “happen so." No,
no! God bad gracious design for your
betterment, for the cultivation of your
patience, for the strengthening of your
faith, for the advantage you might gain
by seclusion, for your eternal salvation.
He put you in a schoolroom, where you
could learn in six months or a year more
than you could have learned anywhere
else in a lifetime. He turned the lattice
or pulled down the blinds of the sickroom,
or put your swollen foot on an ottoman,
or held you amid the pillows of a oouch
which you oould not leave, for some rea
son that you may not now understand, but
which he has promised he will explain to
you satisfactorily, if not in this world,
then in the world to come, for be has
said, “What I do thou knowest not now,
but thou sbalt know hereafter!”
The world has no statistics as to the
number of invalids. The physicians know
something about it, and the apothecaries
and the pastors, but who can tell us the
number of blind eyes, and deaf ears, and
diseased lungs, and congested livers, and
jangled nerves, and neuralgic temples,
and rheumatic feet, or how many took no
food this morning because they had no ap
petite to eat or digestive organs to assim
ilate, or have lungs so delicate they can
not go forth when the wind is in the east,
or there is a tog rising from the river, or
there is a dampness on the ground or
pavement because of the frost coming out?
It would be easy to count the people who
every day go through a street, or the num
ber of passengers carried by a railroad
company in a year, or the number of those
who cross the ocean in ships. But who
can give us tbe statistics of the great mul
titudes who are ehut In? I call the atten
tion pf pH such to their superior oppor
tunities of doing good.
Consolation of the Sick.
Those of us who are well, and can see
clearly, and hear distinctly, and partake
Os food of all sorts, and questions of diges
tion never occur to us, and we can wade
tbe snowbanks, and take an equinox in
our faces, and endure the thermometer at
zero, and every breath of air is a tonic
aud a stimulus, and sound sleep meets us
within five minutes after our head touches
the pillow, do not make so much of an im
pression when we talk about the consola
tions of religion. The world says tight
away: “I guess mistakes buoy
ancy pf natural Spirits for religion. What
does he know about it? He has never been
tried." But when one goes out and reports
to the world that that morning on his way
to business he called to see you and found
you, after being kept in your room for
two months, cheerful and hopeful, and
that you bad net.ona word of complaint
and asked all about everybody and rejoloed
in the success of your business friends, al
though. .your own business bad almost
come to a standstill through your absence
from Sfori or office or shop, and that you
sent you? love to all yopr old friends and
told them that if yop did not meet them
again in this world you hoped to meet
them in dominions seraphic, with a quiet
word of advice from you to the man who
carried the message about the importance
pf his not neglecting his own soul, but
through Christ seeking something better
thqn ibis world could give him—why, all
the business men in the counting room
say, “Good! Now, that is religion.” And
the clerks get hold of the story and talk it
over, so that tho weigher and cooper and
hackman, standing on the doorstep, say:
“That is splendid! Now, that is what I
call religion.’’
It is a good thing to preach on a Sun
day morning, the people assembled in
most respectable attire and seated on soft
cuahftuis, the preacher standing in neatly
upholstered pulpit Surroundtxl by personal
friends, and after r.n inspiring hymn baa
been sung, and .that sermoxf, if preached
in faith, will do good, but the most effect
ive sermon is preached by one seated in
dressing gown in an armchair into which
the Invalid has with much care been lift
ed, the surrounding shelves filled with
medicine bottles, some to produce sleep,
some for the relief of sudden paroxysm,
some for stimulant, some for tonic, some
for anodyne and same for febrifuge, the
pale preacher quoting promises of the gos
pel, telling of the glories of a sympathetic
Christ, assuring the one or two or three
persons who hear it of the mighty re-en
foroementa of religion. You cay that to
such a sermon there are only one or two
or three hearers. Aye, but the visitor
calling at that room, then closing the door
softly and going away, tells the story, and
the whole neighborhood hears it, and it
will take all eternity to realize the grand
and uplifting influence of that sermon
about God and the soul, though preached
to an audience of only one man or one wo
man. The Lord has ordained all such in
valids for a style of usefulness which ath
letics and men of 200 healthy avoirdupois
cannot affoot. It wit not an enemy that
fastened you in that one room or rent you
on crutches, the longest journey you have
made for many weeks being from bed to
sofa and from sofa to looking glass, where
you are shocked at the pallor of your own
cheek and the plnohedness of your fea
tures; then back again from mirror to
sofa and sofa to bed, with a long sigh say
ing, “How good it feels to get back again
to my old place on the pillow I” Remem
ber who it is that appointed the day when
for the first time in many yean you could
not go«to business and who has kept a rec
ord of ill the weary days and all the sleep
less ni&ts of your exile from the world.
O weary man! O foeblewoman.it was
The who shut you In I Do you re
member that some of the noblest and best
of men have been prisoners? Ezekiel a
prisoner, Jeremiah a prisoner, Paul a pris
oner, St. John a prisoner, John Bunyan a
prisoner. Though human hate seemed to
have all to do with them, really the Lord
shut them in.
The Women In the Ark.
No doubt, while on that voyage, Noah
and his three sons and all the four ladies
of the antediluvian world often thought of
the bright hillsides and the green fields
where they had walked and of the homes
where they had lived. They had had
many years of experiences. Noah was 606
years old at the time of this convulsion of
nature. He had seen 600 springtimes, 600
summers, 600 autumns, 600 winters. We
are not told how old his wife was at thia
wreck of earth and sky. The Bible tells
the age of a great many men, but only
once gives a woman’s age. At one time
it gives Adam’s age as 130 years, and
Jared’s age as 162 years, and Enoch’s age
as 365 years, and all up and down the
Bible it gives the age of men, but does
not give' the age Os women. Why? Be
cause, I suppose, •woman's age is none
of our business. Ilfat all the men and
women that tossed In that oriental craft
had lived long enough to remember a
great many of the mercies and kindnesses
of God, and they could not blot out, and I
think they had no disposition to blot out
the memory of those brightnesses, though
now they were shut in. Neither should
the shut in of our time forget the bless
ings of the past Have you been blind for
ten years? Thank God for the time when
you saw as clearly as any of us can see,
and let the pageant of all the radiant land
scapes and illumined skies which you ever
looked upon kindle your rapturous grati
tude. I do not see Raphael’s “ Madonna
di San Sisto” in the picture gallery of
Dresden, nor Rubens’ “Descent From the
Cross” at Antwerp, nor Michael Angelo’s
“Last Judgment” on the ceiling of the
Vatican, nor Saint Sophia at Constan
tinople, nor the Parthenon, on the Acro
polis, nor the Taj Mahal of India. But
shall I not thank God that I have seen
them? Is it possible that such midnight
darkness shall ever blast my vision that I
cannot call them up again? Perhaps you
are so deaf that you cannot hear the chirp
of bird or solo of cantatrice, or even organ
in full diapason, though you feel the foun
dations tremble under its majestic roll, or
even the thunderstorm that makes Mount
Washington echo. But are you not grate
ful that once you could hear trill and chant
and carol doxology? I cannot this hour
hear Jenny Lind sing “Comin Through
the Rye,” or Ole Bull’s enchanted viol, of
Parepa Rosa’s triumphant voice over
many thousands of voices and many thou
sands of instruments in the national peace
jubilee of 83 years ago, all there sounds
accompanied by the ringing of bells and
the guns on Boston Common. But can I
ever have my ears so silenced that I will
not remember that I did hear them? Are
you chained to your room now, your pow
ers of locomotion all gone, or, if coming
to the house of God, every step is a tor
ture?
Do you forget when in childhood you
danced and skipped because you were re
full of life you had not patience to walk,
and in after years you climbed the moun
tains of Switzerland, putting your alpen
stock high up on glaciers which few others
ever dared and jumped long reaches in
competition, and after a walk of ten miles
you came in jocund as the morning? Oh,
you shut ins I Thank God for a vivid
memory of the times when you were free
as the chamois on the rocks, as the eagle
going straight for the Sun. When the rain
pounded the roof of the ark, th* eight voy
agers on that craft did not forget the time
when it gayly pattered in a summer show
er, and when the door of the ark shut to
keep out the tempest they did not forget
the time when the door of their home in
Armenia was closed to keep out the spring
rains which came to fill the cups of lily
and honeysuckle and make all the trees of
the wood clap their hands.
Shut Oil From Temptation.
Again, notice that during that 40 days
of storm which rocked that ship on that
universal ocean of -Noah’s time the door
which shut the captain of the ship inside
the craft kept him from many outside per
ils. How those wrathful seas would like
to have got their wet hands on Noah and
pulled him out and sunk him I And do all
of you of the great army of the shut in
realize, though you have special temp
tations where you are new, how ipuch of
the outside style of temptation you escape?
Do you, the merchant Incarcerated In the
sickroom, realize that every hour of the
day you spend looking out of the window
or gazing at the particular figure on the
wall paper or listening to the clock’s ticks
men are being wrecked by the allurements
and uncertainties of business life? How
many forgeries are committed, how many
trust funds an swamped, bow many pub
lic moneys are being misappropriated,
how many bankruptcies suffered? It may
be, it is, very uncomfortable for Noah in
side the ark, for the apartment to crowded
and the air is vitiated with the breathing
of so much human and animal Ufa, but it
is not half ag bod for him as though he
were outside the ark. There to not an ox,
or a camel, or an antelope, or a sheopJn
aide the ark as badly off as the proudest
king outside. While you are on the pillow
or lounge you will make no bad bargains,
you will rush into no rash investments,
you will avoid the mistakes which thou
sands of men as good as you are every day
making.
Notice also that there was a limit to ths
shut in experience of those ancient mari
ners. I suppose the 40 days of the de
scending and uprising floods and the 160
days, before the passengers could go ashore
must have seemed to those eight people in
the big boat like a small eternity. “Rain,
rain, rain 1” said the wife of Noah. “Will
it never stop?” For 40 mornings they
looked out and saw not one patch of blue
sky. Floating around amid the peaks of
mountains, Shem and Ham and Japheth
had to hush the fears of their wives lest
they should dash against the projecting
rocks. But after awhile it cleared off.
Sunshine, glorious sunshine, ThosStoend
ing mists were folded up into clouds,
which Instead of darkening the sky only
ornamented it. As they looked out of the
windows these worn passengers clapped
their hands and rejoiced that the storm
was over, and I think if God could stop
such a storm as that he could stop any
storm in your lifetime experience. If he
can control a vulture in midsky, he can
stop a summer bat that flies in at your
window. At the right time heSUill put
the rainbow on the cloud and the deluge
of your misfortunes will dry up. I preach
the doctrine of limitation, relief and dis
enthrallment. At just the right time the
pain will cease, the bondage will drop, the
imprisoned will be liberated, the fires will
go out, the body and mind and soul will
be free. Patience I An old English prov
erb referring to long continued invalid
ism, says, “A creaking gate hangs long
on its hinges,” and this may be a pro
tracted case of valetudinarianism, but you
will have taken the last bitter drop, you
Will have suffered the last misinterpreta
tion, you will feel the gnawing of the last
hunger, you will have fainted the last time
from exhaustion, you will have felt the
cut of the last lancet, you will have wept
under the last loneliness. The last week
of the Noaehian deluge came, the last day,
the last hour, the last moment The beat
ing of the rain on the roof ceased, and the
dashing of the billows on the side of the
ship quieted, and peacefully as a yacht
moves out over quiet Lake Cayuga, Como
or Lucerne, the ark with its illustrious
passengers and Important freight glided
to its mountain wharfage.
Coming Ont From the Ark.
Notice also that on the cessation of the
deluge the shut ins came out, and they
built their houses and cultured their gar
dens and started a new world on the ruing
of the old world that had been drowned
out Though Noah lived 850 years after
this worldwide accident and no doubt his
fellow passengers survived centuries, I
warrant they never got over talking about
that voyage. Now, I have seen Dore’s pic
tures and many other pictures of the en
trance into the ark, two and two, of the
human family and the animal creation
into that ship which sailed between two
worlds, antediluvian world and the post
diluvian world, but I never saw a picture
of their coming out, yet their embarkation
was not more important than their disem
barkation. Many a crew has entered a
ship that never landed. Witness the steam
er Portland, a short time ago, with 100
souls on board, going down with all its
orew and passengers. Witness the line of
sunken ships reaching like a submarine
cable of anguish across the ocean depths
from America to Europe. If any ship
might expect complete wreckage, the one
Noah commanded might have expect
ed it. But no. Those who embarked dis
embarked. Over the plank reaching down
the side of the ark to the Armenian cliffs
on which they had been stranded the pro
cession descended. No other wharf felt so
solid or afforded such attractiveness as
that height of Ararat when the eight pas
sengers put their feet oh it. And no soon
er had the last one, the invalided wife of
Japheth, been helped down the plank
upon the rock than the other apartments
of the ship were opened, and such a dash
of bird music never filled the air as when
the entire orchestra of robin redbreast, and
morning lark, and chaffinch, and mocking
bird, and house swallow took wing into
the bright sky, while the cattle began to
low and the sheep to bleat and the horses
to neigh for the pasture, which from the
awful submergence had now begun to
grow green and aromatic. I tell you plain
ly nothing interests me more in that trag
edy from the first to the last act than the
“exit” and the “exeunt," than the fact
that the"shutins" became the “goouts.”
And I now cheer with thia story all the
Inmates of sickrooms snd hospitals, and
those prisons where men and women are
unjustly eudungeoned, and all the thou
sands who are bounded on the north and
south and east an! west by floods, by del
uges of misfortune and disaster The ark
of your trouble, If it does not land on
some earthly height of vindication and
rescue, will land on the heights celestial.
If you have put your trust in God, you
will come out in the garden of the King,
among orchards bending with 12 manner
of fruits and harvests that wave in the
light of a sun that never sets. As the
eight passengers of that craft of Captain
Noah never got over talking about their
seafaring experiences, re you who have
been the shut ins of earth will add un
bounded interest to the conversation of
heaven by recalling and reciting your
earthly experiences, and the rougher those
experiences the more thrilling will they be
to yourself and others who listen. As
when we sit amid a group of soldiers and
hear their story of battle or a group of
sailors and hear their story of cyclones we
feel stupid because w 6 have nothing in our
life worth telling, how uninteresting will
be those souls in heaven who had smooth
sailing all their lives and no accidents,
while Noah tells his story of the deluge,
and Lot his story of escape from destroyed
cities, and Paul his story of the Alexan
drian corn ship, and you tell your story of
the days and nights and yean of the times
when you were shut in. You will be in
teresting and sought after in heaven in
proportion as you are martyrized of perse
cution and pain on earth. And surely you
do not want to get the advantage of heav
enly association and consideration without
yourself adding some interest to the inter
view. I bail all the shut ins because they
will be the come outs. Heaven will be all
the brighter for your earthly privations
and environments. For a man who has
always lived in a mansion, and walked in
fine gardens, and regaled his appetite on
best fruits, and had warmest furs for win
ter, coolest linens for August heat, and
brilliant earthly surroundings, heaven
will not be so much a change of scene.
Be will be disposed to say: "Why, I am
used to this. Don’t show me the gardens
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Why, I was brought up a* Chatsworth.
Don’t invite mo Into aw’riot. I always
had a splendid turnout. Han’t invite me
to the feast. I have been accustomed to
Belshaszarian banquets. It would boa
relief to me if I could leave heaven a little
while and rough it in some other world.”
But what a heaven it will be tar those
whose limbs were so rheumatic they could
not take a step when they get wings!
What a heaven it will be for those who
were always sick when they are always
well, and after 20 years of pain to have
millions of years of health I What a light
will be the light of heaven for those who
on earth could not see their hand before
their frees I And what win the music of
heaven be to these the tym psnum of whose
ears for many years had ceased to vibrato!
Denied on earth the pleasure of listening
to Handel and Haydn and Mendelssohn’s
symphonies, at last reaching a world
where there never has been a discord, and
hearing singing where all are perfect
songsters, and oratorios in which all the
nations of heaven chant I Great heaven it
will be for all Who get there, but a hun
dred times more of a heaven for those
who were shut in.
The Test ot Ch araetsr.
Meanwhile you Lave all divine and an
gelic sympathy In your infirmities. That
satan thoroughly understood poor human
nature was evidenced when, in plotting to
make Job do wrong, the great master of
evil, after having failed in every other
way to overthrow the good man, proposed
physical distress, and then the bolls oame
which made him swear right out. The
mightiest test of character is physical suf
fering. Critics are impatient at the way
Thomas Carlyle scolded at everything.
His 70 years of dyspepsia were enough to
make any man scold. When you see peo
ple out of patience and irascible and
lachrymose, inquire into the case, and be
fore you get through with the exploration
your hypercriticism will turn to pity, and
to the divine and angelic sympathy will
be added your own. The clouds of your
indignation, which were full of thunder
bolts, will begin to ruin tears of pity.
By a strange Providence, for which I
shall be forever grateful, circumstances
with which I think you are all familiar, I
have admission through the newspaper
press week by week to tens of thousands
of God’s dear children who cannot enter
church on the Sabbath and hear their ex
cellent pastors because of the age of the
sufferers, or their Illness, or the lameness
of foot, or their incapacity to stay in one
position an hour and a half, or their pov
erties, or their troubles of some sort will
not let them go out of doors, and to them
as much as to those who hear me I preach
this sermon, as I preach many ot my ser
mons, the invisible audience always vaster
than the vjsible, some ot them teased on
wilder seas than those that tossed the eight
members of Noah’s family, and instead of
40 days of storm and 5 months ot being
shut in, as they were, it has been with
these invalids 5 years of “shut in,” or 10
years of “shut in,” or 20 years of “shnt
in.” O comforting God I Help me to
comfort them I Give me two hands full of
salvo for their wounds! When we were 800
miles out at sea, a hurricane struck us,
and the lifeboats were dashed from the
davits and all the lights in the cabin were
put out by the rolling of the ship atad the
water which through the broken skylights
had poured in. Captain Andrews entered
and said to the men on duty: “Why don**
you light up and make things brighter,
for ws are going to outride this storm?
Passengers, cheer upi Cheer up!” And
he struck a match and began to light the
burners. He could no* silence either the
wind or the waves, but by the striking of
that match, accompanied by encouraging
words, we were all helped. -
Angelic Companionship.
And as I now find many in hurricanes
of trouble, though I cannot quiet the
storm I can strike a match to light up the
darkness, and I strike a match, “Whom
the Lord loveth be chasteneth. ” I strike
another match, “Weeping may endure for
a night, but joy oometh in the morning.”
I strike another match, “We have a great
High Priest who can be touched with the
feeling of our infirmities, and he was in
all points tempered like as we are.” Are
you old? One breath of heaven will make
you everlastingly young again. Have you
aches and pains? They insure Christ’s
presence and sympathy through the dark
est December nights, which are the lon
gest nights of the year. Are you bereft?
Here is a resurrected Christ whose voice is
full of resurrectionary power. Are you
lonely? All the angels of heaven are ready
to swoop Into your companionship. Here
is the Christ of Mary and Martha when
they had lost Lazarus, and of David when
he had lost his son, and of Abraham when
he had lost Sarah, and of your father and
mother when in time of old age they part
ed at the gates of the tomb. When last I
was in Savannah, at the close of the Sab
bath morning service I was asked to go
and see a Christian woman, for many
years an invalid. I went. I had no* in
all that beautiful city of splendid men and
gracious women seen a face brighter than
hers. Reaching her bedside, I pu* out
my hand, but she could not shake hands,
for her hand was palsied. I said to her,
'“How long have you been down on this
bed?” She smiled and made no answer,
for her tongue had been pained, but tiiueo
standing around said, “Fifteen years." I
said to her, “Have you been able to keep
your courage up ail that time?’ ’ She gave
a very little motion of her head in affirma
tion, for her whole body was paralytic.
The sermon I had preached that morning
had no power on others compared with
the power that silent sermon had on me.
What was the secret of her conquest over
pain and privation and incapacity to
move? Shall I tell you the secret? I will
tell you. The Lord shut her in.
■ There is a good deal of fanaticism
abroad about the recovery of the sick, but
if we had as much faith as Martin Luther
we. would have Luther’s success. His
friend Myoonius was very ill, and Luther
fell upon his knees and said: “O Lord, no!
Thon must not yet take our brother My
oonius to thyself. Thy cause will not
prosper without him. Amen.” Then he
wrote: “My Dear Myoonius—There is no
cause for fear. The Lord will not let me
hear that you are dead. You shall not
and must not die. Amen.” Luther’s let
ter so excited Myconlus that an ulcer on
hie lungs broke, and he got well. Would
to God that like that we might be able to
pray, that we might have similar results!
O men and women, visible and invisi
ble! The probability is you will never
write your autobiography. It is the most
difficult book to write, because you are
tempted to omit neoMges in your life that
were not complimentary to yourself, and
to quote from a diary which is always in
complete because there are some things
which you do not think beet to write
down. As you will not undertake an
autobiography, the story of yourself, I
will take the responsibility of presenting
your biography, which lathe story of one’s
life by some one else. If you will give
your love and trust to him of Bethlehem
and Calvary, this will be your biography:
“Born at the right time, ba* the most isa
portant event in his life was when bu was
bars again. Disd at the right Ums, but
divinely directed; weakneasee, but they
were divinely sympathized with. In his
life these w«e many sorrows, wave after
wave, storm after storm, but he Outrode
everything and landed to sternal safety.
Why? Why? Because the Lord shut Üba
tB."
Waavsw** Twelve Gates.
But do not think that heaven is made
7of an indiscriminate population. Some
my friends are se generous to their
theology that they would let everybody to
without reference to condition or charac
ter. Do not thtnk that libertines and
blasphemers and rejecters ot God and his
gospel have “tetters ot credit" that will
draw anything trom.ths bank ot heaven.
Pirate crofts will Mt be permitted to go
up that harbor. It there are those who as
to heaven are to be “shut tos,” there are
those who Will belong to the “shut outs."
Heaven has 12 gates, and while those IS
gates imply wide open entrance for those
who are properly prepared to enter them
they imply that there are at least 12 possi
bilities that many will be shut out, because
a gate is of no use unless it can sometimes
be closed. Heaven is not an unwashed
mob. Show your tickets or you will not
get to—tickets that you may get without
money and without price, tickets with •
arose and a orown upon them. Let the
unn ; entant and the vile and the offscour
ings of earth enter heaven as they now
are, and they would d-preeiate and de
moralize it so that no one of us would
want to enter, and those who are there
would want to move out. The Bible
speaks of the “witbouta” as well as the
“witbins”—Revelation xxil, 16, “Without
are doge, and sorcerers, and whoremon
gers, and murderers, and idolaters, and
whosoever loveth and makoth a lie."
Through the converting, pardoning, sanc
tifying grace of God may we at last be
found among tbs shut toe and not among
the shut outs!
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An old Dutchman bad • beautiful
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the little fellow’s room ooe morning
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In cewe tbe boy whittling. Ho
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exclaimed:
“Mine graciour—he’s going to boa
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