St. Landry democrat., 1886-05-15

damaged with the storms of a thousand
years-the physical defects of other gem
erations coming down from generation to
generation, we inheriting the infelicities
of past generations but in the morning of
the resurrection the body will be adorned
and beautified according to the original
model, and there is no such difference be-
tween a gymnast and an emaciated wretch
in lazaretto as there will be difference
between our bodies as they are now and
our resurrected forms.
There you will see the perfect eve after
the waters of death have washed out the
stains of tears and study. There you will
see the perfect hand after tho knots of toll
have been united from the knuckles There
| you will see the form erect and elastic
after the burdens have gone off the shoul-
der-the very life of God in the body.
In this world the most impressive thing,
the most expressive thing, is the human
face; but that face is yelled with the griefs
! of a thousand years. In the resurrection
morn that veil will be taken away from
the face, and the monday sun is dull and
| dim and stupid compared with the out
| flaming glories of the countenances of the
| saved. When those faces of the ri ighteous,
those resurrected faces, turn toward the
gate, or look up toward the throne on the
bosom of everlasting day! o, glorious
resurrected body.
| go farther, and say In regard to that
body which you are to get in the resurrec-
ton, it will be powerful body. We walk
now eight or ten miles and we are IA
| tigued. We lift few hundred pounds
| and we are exhausted; unarmed we meet
a wild beast, and we must run, or fly, or
climb, or dodge, because we are incompe-
| tent to meet it, we toll eight or ten hours
vigorously and then we are weary; but in
| the resurrection we are to have a body
| that never gets tired. Is it not glorious
thought?
Plenty of occupation in Heaven, I sup
pose, and Broadway, New York, in the
busiest season of the year at monday is
not SO busy as Heaven is at all time.
Grand projects of mercy for other
worlds. Victories to be celebrated.
The downfall of despotism on earth
to be announced. Great songs to be
learned and sung. Great expeditions on
which God shall send forth his chill
dren. Plenty to do but no fatigue If
YOU al = StdGeu uNueT Cue UTec OIL Ire IL Will
not be to rest but to talk over with some
old comrade, old times - battles where
you fought shoulder to shoulder. Jacob
and the angel wrestled together. Jacob
was not thrown because the angel fav-
ored him. But once get your ressur-
rected body and the angel could not
wrestle you down. 1t is impossible to down
the giants of God on high-strong, supple,
unexhausted, mighty, immortal. Oh, is 1t
not glorious thought?
Sometimes in this world we feel we
would like to have such a body as that.
There is so much work to be done for |
Christ; there are so many tears to be |
wiped away; there are SO many burdens |
to lift; there is so much to be achieved for |
Christ, we sometimes wish that from the |
first of January to the last of December
we could toll on without stopping to sleep |
or take any recreation or to rest, or even |
to take food, that we could toll right on |
without stopping moment at our work of |
commencing Christ and Heaven to all the !
people. But we all get tired.
1t is characteristic of the human body
in this condition. We must get tired.
Is it not a glorious thought that
after awhile, in the service of God.
we are going to have a body that
will never get weary? o, glorious resur-
rection day! Gladly will fling aside this
poor body of sin and fling it into the tomb
if at thy bidding shall have body that
never wearies. That was splendid res
direction hymn that was sung at my faith
er's burial:
So Jesus slept: Gods diving son
Passed through the grave and blessed
the bed;
Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne
The morning breaks to pierce the sha de.
Q blessed resurrection! speak out, sweet
flowers, beautiful flowers! While you tell
of risen Christ, tell of the righteous who
shall rise. May God fill you this morning
with anticipation!
I heard of a father and son who, among
others, were shipwrecked at sea. The
rigging. The father held on, but the
son after awhile lost his hold in the
rigging and was dashed down. The
father supposed he had gone hopelessly
under the wave. The next day the father
was brought ashore from the rigging in an
exhausted state and laid on a bed in
hut, and after many hours had
passed he came to consciousness and saw
lying beside him on the same bed his boy.
0, my friends, what glorious thing it
will be to wake up at last to find our loved
ones beside us! Coming up from the same
plot in the same graveyard, coming up in
the same morning light-the father and
son alive forever, nevermore to weep, new
0rmore to part, nevermore to die.
May the God of peace that brought
again from the dead our Lord Jesus, that
great Shepherd Of the sheep, through the
blood of cuarla stinn cnuananf |