Coming into the Depot by Wm. Sheldon

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Mar 9, 1876

Coming into the Depot.

By Wm. Sheldon

Our train is nearing the depot of glory—the New Jerusalem—with cars containing anxious watchers, as well as sleeping cars filled with passengers to be awakened by the last signal whistle, just as we approach the depot filled with waiting angels. Our head-light shines out so clearly—“the sure word of prophecy”—that we know where we are on the road. And, in spite of all entreaties to put the head-light in the rear, we are determined to keep it where it belongs, to show us our nearness to the celestial depot. We are willing to have side-lamps scattered through the passenger cars—the lamps of faith, hope, charity, and holiness—but none of these can supplant the great prophetic head-light. Other lights are well in their place; but in this dark time, this light has its particular place, and must not be removed. What if we have passed some hills that were mistaken at first sight for the final depot, thus disappointing a few? and what if some of the passengers carry fast watches, and think the train is behind time? We are surely on the right track, and shall surely arrive on Jerusalem-time. Then we shall be serenaded by armies of angels. Then shouts of triumph will come from the sleeping cars, and countenances beaming in the glorious splendor of the New Jerusalem will be recognized by their fellows long separated from them. Happy reunion in the depot of glory!—Wm. Sheldon.