Capitolo 88
Our treatment of the Savior will return on our his/her own heads. That that a
changes will be made in the ideas that many sentimentalists had of saint
angels, when they see them to them performing the terrible orders of their King!
and what an illustration will give some gravity of justice,--the
the rigidities of his/her execution that it is compatible with the pure benevolence of
holy angels, because of God. Continually we am admonished that the
punishment of the bad one will be a great part of the procedures on that
day. Has called "the day of judgment and perdition of irreligious men."
"Sees, God's cometh, with ten thousand of his/her saints to perform
judgment."
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All this serves to invest the death of a dear friend Christian, in ours
thoughts, with inexpressible peace and comfort. Him, with his/her Savior,
you/he/she can say, her "My meat, will remain also in hope." If we am confident that
a friend has gone to be with Christ, death is, it even now swallowed, on
life; and now the thought of that that the soul is to inherit, both before
and after the resurrection and his/her contrast with the experience of the
lost, it would owe it stuffed cheerful in tribulation. True, we am not able, from some
artifice or illusion, face what death same latrines to be a curse. Full of
the beauty and the consolation as it is able be,--no, we will call him/it to us
triumphant,--still nothing saddens the mind, for the time more than the
perceives some true beauty. In things of beautiful sky it won't do us sad;
neither he/she wants the memory of a joy passed that so inevitably it has that
effect on us here. We am seeing a sunset. Day is flinging on everybody
his/her treasures, as if you/he/she was breaking forever asunder his/her tent
and sprinkling the fragments; and now, when all seemed past, one more
flood of brooks of glory on the scene, but only for a moment; then it comes
a last touch of pathos, here and there, as a more distant goodbye a