Nineteen hundred? A forecast and a storyFarningham, Marianne
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Nineteen hundred? A forecast and a story
Farningham, Marianne
Christian life -- Fiction; England -- Social conditions -- Fiction; Reformers -- Fiction
And then the air was filled with exquisite music, for up the hills and
through the valley came the sounds of the Sabbath bells. They had not
rung before, and they came with a surprise to the people, who for a few
minutes hushed their voices and listened in quiet pleasure. And then,
for a little while, the homes were filled with the bustle of
preparation, and soon the green hill was dotted with ascending figures
of “young men and maidens, old men and children,” on their way to
“praise the name of the Lord, whose name alone is excellent.”
One of the last to go was Fanny Burton, who had lingered in case any
laggards among the people needed shepherding. She found several, and
took them to church with her. “I will wait for you,” she said; “we must
not disappoint Mr. Knight to-day. It is his birthday—don’t you know?—and
such a little thing as he asks in return for all the great things he has
done for us, we couldn’t be so base as to deny him, not if we tried ever
so.”
And all the people found a home in the Father’s House. The best places,
if there were any best, were allotted to those who had come in their
working attire, because they had no other. The children were not put
away in the gallery by themselves, but sat with their parents. The
church was light and bright and comfortable; the colours were
harmonious, and the arrangements simple and artistic.
A great hush fell upon the congregation, and then the organ sounded
softly, and the choir began to sing the first public words heard in the
new sanctuary, “I will arise and go to my Father.” Next they knelt, and
repeated together the prayer which Christ taught His disciples; and lips
quivered and hearts throbbed as the old words, “Thy kingdom come, Thy
will be done on earth as it is in Heaven,” seemed to take new meanings.
Then the grand _Te Deum_ rang exultingly through the building, and
linked it to the sacred edifices of all the centuries, and the minister
offered a short dedicatory prayer:—“Let the glory of the Lord fill the
house of God. Let Thine eyes be open and Thine ears attend unto the
prayer that is made in this place. Choose and sanctify this house that
Thy name may be here for ever, and Thine eyes and Thy heart be here
perpetually. Here may Thy wandering children come home to Thee, their
Father; and here may they learn to love and to keep Thy statutes and Thy
commandments. And here may Thy Son, Jesus Christ our Saviour, see of the
travail of His soul and be satisfied, because through Him Thy children
turn to Thee and are reconciled. Here let the little ones call His name
blessed. Here may the old men find rest and peace in Him. And here may
men and women come to have all that is good in them strengthened, and
all that is evil cast out. From this place let us all go forth to do our
work and live our lives in the way that is pleasing in Thy sight. And so
let this our Father’s House be the dear home of all this people.”
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