inheritance, to a mansion in the Golden City, to a robe and a crown. We are sons and daughters of the most high God. Should we not honor our high calling and do all we can to save those who sit in the valley and shadow of death?
Let us not plead weakness; God will use the weak things of this world for his glory. When he wanted to introduce his glorious gospel to a dying world, he did not go to the Jewish Sanhedrim and select the wise and mighty; he went along the sea of Galilee and chose twelve ignorant men and said to them, “Follow me and I will make you fishers of men.” They started in the strength of God, setting up the kingdom of our Lord Jesus. They were led on by the Mighty Conqueror and today He sways His sceptre from the rivers to the ends of the earth.
Oh, hear the Master calling for soldiers! He says he will lead us on to victory. Oh, who will respond to the call? Who will place his name on the heavenly roll? Who will enlist in the war and help to conquer the mighty foe? Who will help to beat back the powers of darkness? He does not ask you to die, but to live forever. He will give a glorious bounty—Eternal Life.
Let us work for rewards. We shall be rewarded according to our work, “They that turn many to righteousness shall shine as the stars, for ever and ever.” We do not want to have starless crowns. Oh, let us win stars for the Master’s glory.
“Blessed are they that mourn; for they shall be comforted.” If we weep and mourn now on account of poor sinners, we shall laugh through all eternity. Oh, let us work now, and by and by our weeping will be over. We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. We can say, “Here am I, Father, and the children thou hast given me.”
A child was dying. “Father,” said she, “I have come to the river and am waiting for the ferrymen to take me over.” “Does it seem dark and cold, my child?” “Oh, no, there is no darkness here? The river is covered with solid silver. The boats, they are solid light. I am not afraid of the ferrymen. Oh, I see over the river! There is a great and beautiful city, all filled with light. The Angels are making music. Oh, I see the most beautiful form! He beckons me to come. Oh! I know who it is—it is blessed Jesus. He has taken me in his bosom.” And thus she passes over the River of Death, made like a silver stream by the presence of her Redeemer.
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