Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1888-07-09

IN order to keep tie bailiff out cf
the door; end the vast majority of
men In all occupations and professions
are not fully paid for their work. You nav
say nothing, but life to you is a hard push:
and when you sit down with your wife and
talk over tie expenses. you both rise up dis
couraged. You abridge here, and Won
abridge there, and You get things snug for
smooth sailings, and lol suddenly there is a
large doctors bill to pay, or you have lost
your pocketbook, or some creditor has failed.
and you are thrown abeam end. Well.
brother, you are in glorious company. Christ
owned not the house in which he stopped. or
the colt on which he rode, or tho boat in
which he sailed. He lived in a bor
rowed house; he was buried in a bor-
rowed grave Exposed to all kinds
OF weather, yet he had only one
suit of clothes. He breakfasted in the
morning, and no one could possibly tell where
he could get anything to eat before night.
lie would have been pronounced financial
failure. He had to perform miracle to get
money to pay tax bill. Not dollar did h.,
own. Privation of domesticity; privation
of nutritious food; ;privation of comfortable
couch on which to sleep; privation of all
worldly resources. The kings of the earth
had chased chalices out of which to drink;
but Christ had nothing but plain cup set
before him, and it was very sharp and it was
very sour. He took the vinegar.
There also is the sourness Of bereavement.
There were years that passed along before
your family circle was invaded by death:
but the moment the charmed circle was
broken everything seemed to dissolve.
lat.Ilx- hax
wardrobe before you have again to take it
out. Great and rapid changes in your fam
lily record. You got the house and rejoiced
in it, but the charm was gone rs soon as the
Grape hung on the door bell The one upon
whom you mist depended was taken away
from you. A cold marble slab lies on your
heart today. Once, as the children romped
through the house, you put your hand over
your aching head, and said: "Oh, il could
only have it still" Oh, it is too still now.
You lost your patience when the tops, and
the strings, and the shells were left amid
floor; but oh, you would be willing to have
the trinicts scattered all over the floor
again, If they were scattered by the same
hands With what ruthless plowshare
bereavement rips up the heart. But Jesus
knows Gil about that You cannot tell him
anything new in regard to bereavement He
Ind only few friends, and when he lost ono
it brought tears to his eyes. I4azarus had
often entertained him Mt his house Now
Lazarus is dead and buried, and Christ
breaks down with emotion-tho convulsion
of grief shuddering through all Tho ages OF
bereavement Christ knows what it is to GO
through the house missing q familiar inmate,
Christ knows what it is to sec an unoccupied
place at the table. We're there not four of
them-Mary and Martha and Christ and
Lazarusi -Four of them But where is
Lazarusl Lonely and afflicted Christ, his
great loving eyes filed with tears, which
drop from eye to cheek, and from cheek to
beard. and from beard to robe, and from
robe to door. Oh, yes, yes, he knows oil
about the loneliness and the hearthreak. He
took the vinegarl
Then there is the sourness of the death
hour. Whatever else we may escape, that
acid sponge will be pressed to our lips i
sometimes have curiosity to know how i
will behave when come to die Whether l
will be calm or excited-whether will be
filled with reminisccnce or with anticipation
cannot say. But como to the point must
and you must In the six thousand years
that have passed only two persons have got
into the eternal world without death, and /
do not suppose that God is going to send a
c,irriagc for US with horses of flame to draw
US up the sleeps of heaven; but l suppose we
will have to 60 like tho preceding genera
tions. An officer from the future world will
knock at the door Of our heart and serve On
US the writ of ejectment, and we will havc TO
surrender And We will wake up after these
autumnal andwintryand vernaI and summciy
glorie5 havo vanished from our vision-wo
viii wake up into realm which hac only
ono se2soa, and that the season of everlast-
ing love But you say: II don't want to
breal; out from my present associations It
is SO chilly and 50 damp to. co down tho
stairs of that vault don't want anything
drawn so tightly over my eyes II there
were only some way of breaking through tho
partition between worlds without tearing
this body all to shreds. wonder il the sur
& ons and the doctors cannot compound O
mixture by which this body and soul can all
the time be kept togetheri Is there no es-
cape from this separationi" None; OBJ
solutely none. So look over this audience
today-the vast majority of you seeming in
good health and spirits-and yet l realizo
that in short time, all of us
ever A great many men tumble through
the gates of the future, as it we're, and we do
not know where they have gone, and they
only add gloom and mystery to the passage;
but Jesus Christ SO nightly stormed the
gates of that future world that they have
never since been closely shut. Christ knows
what it is to lcave this world, Of the beauty
of which he was more appreciative than We
ever could be. BE knows the exquisiteness
of the phosphorescence of the sea; be trod it.
He knows the glories of the midnight
for they were the spangled canopy
of his wilderness pillow. He knows about
the fowls of tho air; they whirred their way
through his discourse He knows about the
sorrows of leaving this beautiful world.
Not taper was kindlcd In the
darkness. He died physicianlass. He
died IN cold sweat, and dizziness
and hemorrhnge and agony TINT have
put him in sympathy with oil the dying. He
goes through Christendom and he gathers up
he soings out of ell the death pillows and he
,uts them under his own neck and head. He
gathers on his own tongue the burning
:hirsts Of many generations The sponge is
soaked in the sorrows of all those who have
lied in their beds us well as soaked in the
sorrows of all those who perished in icy or
fiery martyrdom While heaven was pity
ing and earth was mocking and hell was de-
riding, he took the vinegarl
To all those in this audience TO whom life
has been an acerbity-a dose they could not
swallow, draught that set their teeth OF
dcc and a-rasping-I preach the omnipotent
of Jesus Christ The sister of
ierschel, the astronomer, used to help him
u his work. He got all the credit; she got |
lone. She used to spend much of her time
'olishing the telescopes through which he |
,rought the distant worlds nigh, and. it is my |
lmbition now, this hour, to clear the lens of !
our spiritual vision, SO that looking through |
he dark night of your earthly troubles you
nay behold the glorious constellation Of a