Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1885-12-18
TALMAGE'S SERMON.
Medicine For All Ills" Dispensed
By the Brooklyn Pastor.
The Bleeding Heart of Christ the Only I'm.
mediate Relief for Sinners-A Balm
for All Wounds and Pardon for
an Transsressions.

recently delivered by Rev. T. Dewitt Tai
mage at Brooklyn Tabernacle. The SER
mon was based on the following text:
And his disciples came, and took I'm the
oouy' ana buried it, and went and told Jesus.
Matthew xiv, u.
~ outrageous assassination had lust
taken pace. To appease a revengeful
"oihah' f1erod had ordered the death of
that NOBLE, self-sacrifcing Christian man,
John the Baptist. The disciples were in
great trouble. There was no court to
which they could make appeal. But grief
must nave utterance, and if there he no
sympathetic ear to hear it, then it must he
cried aloud to the winds and the woods and
the waters. But there was an ear ready IN
listen. What beauty of pathos and what
wonderful picture in the words of nv text.
Ihey went and told Jesus" He was
ready 20 listen and he was ready to as
suage then grief. We see Christ standing.
his own face Swallowed with his own sor.
row, surrounded by a group of disciples in
violent gesticulation, with many tears and
with great outcry Of woe. Raphael, with
skillful hand, putting upon the wall of a
palace a picture of Bible story, was not so
skillful as the plain hand of the evangelist.
as he puts upon canvas the sketch of the
text: They event and told Jesus.v
The Coins and the Vandals came down
from the North of Europe and upset the
gardens, and broke down the affairs, and
swept away everything that was good and
beautiful; and ever and amor in the lives
of men there are rough-handed despoilers.
crusaders who come down to despoil and
plumber, and to ransack the soul. No cav
ern is so deeply cleft in the mountain as to
allow you shelter from trouble. The foot
OF the fleetest courseI is not swift enough
to bear you beyond pursuit. The arrows
brought to the string fly with unerring
dart, md often you have fallen pierced
and stunned.
Now | am this morning to bring a cathol-
icon for all your troubles. I am going to
gather all your griefs-I do not care what
they are-l am going to gather all your
griefs into a bundle, and set them on fire
with a spark from Gods altar. The pre-
scription of the text, which healed the sor-
row of the disciples, is just as successful a
prescription to-day and will heal all your
: flows.
Now, in the first place, I commend the
behavior Of the disciples in the text to all
those who feel themselves sinful and un-
%pardoned. There comes q time in every
mans life when he wakes up to an appre-
citation Of a sinful nature. The thought
may not have enough heft to fell hint
may only be like the flash of q cloud at the
close of a hot summer day: but the man
must somehow get rid of that feeling. One
man flies to prayer, another man stimu-
lates himself with ardent spirits, another
man dives deeper into secularities. 1t is
wonderful when a nan has his eternity
poised on an uncertainty, that he is deter
mined to do something violent and imme-
diate. Now, can it be that there is in all
this house this morning one mar who is
unwilling to have the canoe of sin taken
from his soul, when the Divine Surgeon is
ready to do the work and DO il successful
ly? | can not believe it.
think the first thing for you to do, if
you are oppressed, my brother, if you are
oppressed with a sense of your s%infulness,
is to go and tell Jesus. Why, my friends,
that is the business of Christ. He does
other things, but think the
great business of Christ is to pardon. To
relax the grip Of death from your soul and
to plant your unshackled foot
on a golden throne Christ allowed the tor
lures of the bloody mount to transfix him.
With the beam of his own cross he will
this morning crush in the door of your
dungeon. Out of his own thorny crown
he will pick enough gems to make your
brow blaze with eternal victory. In every
tear of his wet cheek, in every cash of his
wounded side, in every long and blackened
mark of liberation from shoulder to shoul-
der, in the grave-shattering, Heaven
storming death-cry / hear the words:
Him that cometh unto me / will in no
wise cast out" Oh, what q glorious Cos
pei! What a gospel to preach! "Where
sin a%bounded, grace did much more
abound"
ooh, says some man, "why then, you
propose to cure the wound of sin by max
ing another wound-the wound OF convlc-
ton" Why, my brother, that is hal
every physician does, of all schools. The
physicians, when they find an o~ldrankllng
wound, come with caustic and they
burn it out, and then health and restora-
ton come. Here is the old sore of sin, and
God comes, by his convicting grace, and
he burns it out, and the flesh comes again
as the flesh of a little child. Wen, there is
not q man in the audience but is ready to
have that process go on III his soul. he
saws: s'That's reasonable, that's right,
that's just what I would suppose, and l.
mean to have that process in my SOUL"
When, my brother, when? "Oh," say
"sone time" Well, l can not afford TO
have you put it off in that way, and you
can not afford to put it oft i'll that way. L
want to know just when.
Ihave heard that Alfred, the KING, pc
fore the invention of timeFieces, USED 10
measure the day by three wax candles'
Each wax candle would burn eight hours,
sothat when one candle was consumed elgh'
hours were gone; two wax candles, six
teen hours were gone; and when the thiro
wax candle had been consumed tnen 'n0
twenty four hours, the whole day, was
gone. O., my friends, ! wish, instead Oh
measuring our days and nights aud years
on earth by a tilnepiece, we would meas
re time by mercies and opportunities
which are burning down and burning ou,'
never to be relighted, lest we wake up WIZ
the discontinue Of the foolish virgins ""s'
cry: "Our lamps are gone out"
Bnt, in the second place, l commend 'naO
-, tIn ray IO