Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-09-10
The Glory of Living.

Ine great CfOuDio With many or us Is,
we imagine ourselves out of the body.
but still the same man or woman; sep
arated forever from the world we live in.
and yet still in home, homelike and
welcome. To be aware as life glides on
OF day coming closer and closer when
we shall no more see the faces of those
we love, no more clasp the hands of our
friends, no more enjoy the evening meal
with the family, no more read the favor
lite book, mo more sleep through the
still, shadOwy hours to awake again in
the morning to find God has made all
things new while we slept. I think this
trouble is natural, natural because we
are In the body and belong to the life
that now is. There is an old man of 80.
He is like frosted apple on tree in
January. To him life is shadow, q
memory. But to man who is in the
full bloom OF life, who loves nature and
all her products, life is real and very
dear, and he is 10th to think that q day
will come when he must leave all. So
it ought to be. confess I Like the man
who tells me he loves to let the smell of
frying potatoes invade his siumber in the
morning, who likes to hear the milkman
and the baker, who likes to ride down
In the car reading the paper, to see what
has happened in day and night.
Such man would brave the wind of
February rather than take up with the
New Jerusalem. He don't want to give
up this life, no matter what is to come
in the other. This is SO close, so
familiar, so blended, that he don't know
how to give it up. The trouble is made
by the perpetual exhortation to consider
this life as series of membranes to
be shaken off. Such a feeling may be-
come natural by brooding over trouble,
and may be entertained by man who
has exhausted the pleasures of life, or
whose early training was extended in that
direction. The menwho have made the
best mark in this world are those who
have loved life the most and enjoyed the
beautiful with all their hearts. They
wanted to stay here, and desired no new
temple while the old one held good. 81
don't want to die," said johnson. But
though men preach, you will find minis
tiers Like Beecher and Sturgeon holding
fast to the good things of this life.
There may be infinite blessing In pass
ing from this life and losing identity in
God, as the rain does in the ocean, but
nothing can be more important to man
than his own identity. He wants to
keep it. Talk about angels; they are
very good. But they never had father
or mother, never went hunting or nut
ting, never blushed before maiden,
never loved or made homes, Or had chill
dren Of their own running about them.
A man may suffer, but he has his iden-
:ity, and wants to keep it. It is a ma
ture 50 like Gods that he can't give 1t
up. Animal life is complete when death
intervenes. A mans nature is such that
he feels that what Is his is his forever.
He has longing for something higher
and better. He wants to learn. .Ehis
would not be were there not another
life. So Christ, the most perfect man
that ever lived, tells His friends He goes
before them. He lives forever. He
simply passes from the seen to tine IN
seen. The mind passes away, but the
heart holds on forever, and vibrates with
the recollection of old times. It holds
the treasure time can never rob us of.
We are not blotted out. We are trans
figured. When the time comes to 90,
we shall go without any trouble. It is
a natural transition. The speaker told
the story Of the death of Franklin's
niece. She was dying. The nurse
reused her to give her her medicine.
She said: "Why did you wake me? I
was dying so nicely. Give me the med
icine and I will try it again. Rev.
Robert C0llyer.