The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-11-16

innumerable homes and that it has sent innu-
merable souls to ruin. Free-lovesm is bestal:
it is worso-it is Internal 1t has furnished this
land with about one thousand divorces annual
ly. In one county in the State of Indiana 1t
furnished eleven divorces in one day before din
ner. 1t has reused up Opponents North, South,
East and West You can hardly take up paper
but you read of an elopement AS far as can
understand the doctrine of free-oveism it is this:
that every man ought to have somebody else's
wife, and every wife somebody elses husband
They do not like our Christian organization OF
society. and I wish they would all elope, the
Wretches of one sex taking the wretches OF the
other and start to morrow morning for the great
Sahara desert until the simeon shall sweep seven
feet of sand all over them and not one passing
caravan for the next 500 years bring back one
miserable bone of their carcasses. Free-loveism!
1t is the double-dstlled extract of nux vomica,
ratsoane and adders tongue. Never until So
ciety goes back to the old Bible and hears its
eulogy of purity and its anthema of uncleanness,
never until then will this evil be extirpated
Behold, also, in the giant of the text that
great physical power must crumb!e and expire.
The Samson Of the text long ago went away.
He fought the lion. He fought the Philistines.
he could fight anything. But Death was too
much for him. He may have required longer
grave and broader grave, but the tomb, never
theiess, was his terminus. All, if the giant of
the text could not finally succeed in the contest
against Death, we of lesser fiber and lesser
strength think, will have to surrender. What!
Do you tell me that the muscle Of the arm must
be shrunken, that the tongue must be palsied,
that the foot must halt in its march, and
halt forever2 Yes; if the giant of the text
surrendered, we shall surrender By pru-
dence, by good habits, by the enforcement
of moral principle we may postpone the hour
but come it must, and come it will. If. then, we
are are to be compelled to go out of this world,
" to 90 ~ body md cou1y met
soon part What shall be the destiny of the
former? I know. Dust to dust. But what
shall be the destiny of the latter2 Shall it rise
into the companionship Of the white robed,
whose sins Christ has slain2 or shall it be down
among the unbelieving, who tried to gain the
world and save their souls, but were swindled
out Of both? Blessed be God, we have a cham
pion. He is SO styled in the Bibe-a champion
who has conquered death and hell, and is ready
to fight all our battles from the first to the last
"Who is this that cometh from Edom, with dyed
garments from Bozrah, mighty to save9" If we
fall In the wake Of that champion death has no
power and the grave no victory. The worst
man, trusting in Him, shall have his dying
pangs alleviated and his future illumined.
In the light of this subject want to call your
attention to a fact which may not have been
rightly considered by five men in this house,
and that is that we must be brought into judg
ment for the employment of our physical organ
ism-shoulder, brain, hand, foot. We must
answer in judgment for the use we have made of
them. Have they been used for the elevation Of
society or its depression2 In proportion as our
arm is strong and our step elastic will our
count at last be intensified. Thousands of SER
are preached to invalids; l preach this
sermon to stout men and heathful women. We
must give to God account for the right
use of this physical organism. These in.
valids have comparatively little to account
for Perhaps they could not lift twenty
pounds. They could not walk half mile
without sitting down to rest. In the prepare
ton of this subject l have said to myself, how
shall account to God in judgment for the use
Of body which never knew one moment OF real
sickness, rising up in judgment, standing beside
the men and women who had only little physical
energy, and yet consumed that energy in a con-
fagration of religious enthusiasm? How will
we feel abashed 0. men of the strong arm
and the stout heart, what use are you making of
your physical forces! Will you be able to stand
the test of that day when we must answer for
the use of every talent, whether of physical
energy, or mental acumen, or spiritual powerl
Hank, it thunders! That day advances, and I
see some one who, in this world, was an invalid,
and, as she stands before the throne of God to
answer, she says: Il was sick all my days;
had but very little strength, but did as we'll as
| could in being kind to those who were more
"Well done, faithful servant" And then there
will come UP one who will say: u went on
clutches all my days. 1t was very hard for me
to get along, and tried to be patient under all
my inirmties, and, though | have not many
stars in my crown, rejoice that have been
faithful servant" says Jesus; well done" And
then little child will stand up before the
throne, and she will say: "On earth had
curvature of the spine, and was very weak,
and was very sick, but used to go out and
gather flowers out of the wild wood and bring
them to my sick mother, and she was comfort
ed when she saw the sweet flowers out of the
wildwood. | did not do much, but did some
A,ol ,~ko Lol
up in His arms and kisses her. 'Wel dore,
we'll done, faithful servant; enter thou into the
joy of thy Lord" What, then, will be said of
US, to whom the Lord gave physical strength and
continuous healthl
Hark! 1t thunders again The Judgment!
The judgment! / said to an old Scotch minister
who was one of tie best friends I ever had:
doc tor, did you ever know Robert Pollock, the
Scotch poet who wrote the Course of Timer
"Oh, yes" he replied Il knew him well: I was
his classmate" And then the Doctor went on to
tell me how the writing of the Course of Time"
exhausted the health of Robert Pollock and he
expired. The fact was that no man could have
such glimpse of the day for which all other
days were made Robert Pollock had, and long
survive that glimpse. In the description of that
day he says. among other things:
Begin the woe, ye woods, and tell it to the doleful
Winds
And doleful winds wall to the bowling hills
And bowling hills mourn to the dismal wales:
And dismal wales sigh to the sorrowing brooks;
And sorrowing brooks weep to the weeping stream;
And weeping stream awake the grooming deep.
Ye heavens great archway of the universe put sack.
cloth on,
And ocean robe thyself in garb of widowhood,
And gather all thy waves into groan and utter it.
Long, loud, deep piercing, dolorous immense
The occasion asks it, Nature dies and angels come 70
lay her in the grave
What Robert Pollock saw in poetic vision YOU
and will see in positive reality. The judgment!
The judgment!
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