The Brookhaven leader., 1889-01-31
TALMAGE'S SERMON.
Marching Homeward to Receive the
Everlasting Reward.
The Conquest of salvation-Dividing the
Spells OF Religious Triumph - The
Ashes of Sorrow - The Loved
Ones I'm the Eternal Home.

lyn Tabernacle 'Aarching Homeward.r
His text was:
Pursue, for thou shalt surely overtake them,
and without fail recover ALL Samuel XXX,
DR.. Talmage said: There Is intense ex-
element in the village OF Ziklag. David
and his men are bidding boodbye to their
families, and are off for the wars. In
that little village of Ziklag the defense
less ones will be safe until the warriors,
flushed with victory, come home. But
-ill the defenseless ones be safe? The
soft arms of children are around the
necks of the bronzed warriors until they
shake themselves free and start, and
handkerchiefs and flags are waved and
kisses thrown until the armed men vanish
beyond the hills. David and his men
soon get through with their campaign and
start homeward. Every night on their
way home, no sooner does the soldier put
his head on the knap-sack than in the
dream he hears the welcome of the wife
and the shout of the child. Oh what long
stories they will have to tell their fami-
lies, of how they lodged the battle-axei
and then will roll up their sleeves and
show the half healed wound. With glad,
quick step they march on, David
and his men, for they are marching home.
overlooks Ziklag, and they expect in a
moment to see the dwelling places of
their loved ones. They look, and as they
look their cheeks turn pale, and their lip
quivers, aud their hand invOluntarily
comes down on the hilt of the sword.
"Whcre is Ziklag? Where are our
honest" they cry. Alas! the curling
smoke above the ruins tells the tragedy.
Tho Amalekites have come down and con-
sumed the village, and carried the moth
ers and the wives and the children of
David and his men into captivity. The
swarthy warriors stand for a few mo-
ments transfxed with horror. Then their
eyes glance to each other, and they burst
into uncomfortable weeping, for when
strong warrior weeps the grief is appal-
ing. it seems as if the emotion might
tear him to pieces. They ''wept until they
had no more power to weep" But soon
their sorrow turns into rage, and David,
swinging his sword high in air, cries:
"Pursue, for thou shalt surely overtake
them and without fail recover ALL"
Now the march becomes a "double-
quick" Two hundred of David's men
stop by the brook Besor, faint with fatigue
and grief. They can not go a step farther.
They are left there. But the other four
hundred men under David, with a sort Of
panther step, march on in sorrow and in
rage. They find by the side of the road
halfdead Egyptian. and they resuscitate
HIM and compel him to tell the whole
story. He says: "Yonder they went, the
captors and the captives," pointing in the
direction. Forward, We four hundred
brave men of fire! Very soon David and
his enraged company come upon the
Amalekitish host. Yonder they see their
own wives and children and mothers, and
under Amalekitish guard. Here are the
officers of the Amalekitish army holding
banquet. The cups are full, the music is
reused, the dance begins. The Amalekit-
ish host cheer, and cheer, and cheer over
their victory. But, without note of bugle
or warning of trumpet, David and his four
hundred men burst upon the scene sud-
denly, as Robert Bruce hurled his Scotch
men upon the jewellers at Bannockburn.
David and his men look up, and one
glance Mt their loved ones in captivity
and under Amalekitish guard throws
them into very fury of determination,
for You know how men Will fight when
they fight for their wives and children.
All, there are lightnings in their eye, and
every finger is spear, and their voice is
the upset tankards and the costly viands
crushed under foot, the wounded Amele-
kites lie (their blood mingled with their
winel, shrieking for mercy. No sooner do
David and his men win the victory than
they throw their swords down into the
duSt-what do they want with swords
nOw:-and the broken families come to-
gether amidst a great shout of Joy that
makes the parting scene in Ziklag seem
very lnsipiu in the comparison. The
rough old warrior has to use some per-
euaSion before he can get his child to
como to him now after so long an alb
solcc; but soon the little finger traces
this familiar wrinkle across the SCARED
face. And then the empty tankards are
set up, and they are filled with the best
wine from the hills, and David and his
mon, the husbands, the wives, the broth
erS, the sisters, drink to the overthrow of
the Amelekites and to the rebuilding of
H.Rlag. So, o Lord, let Thine enemies
Perish!
Now they are coming home, David and
his men and their families-a long pro-
c"Ssion. Men, women and children. loaded
with jewels and robes and with all kinds
OF trophies that the Amalekites had gath
cred up in years of conqueSt-every thing
nov in the hands of David and his men.
when they come By the brook Besor, the
place where staid the men sick and in
competent to travel, the jewels and the
robes and all kinds of treasures are di-
vided among the sick as we'll as among
the we'll. Surely, the lame and exhausted
ought to have some of the treasures.
Here is robe for this pale faced warrior.
Here is a pillow for this dying man.
Here is a handful of gold for the wasted
trumpeter. | really think that these men
who tainted by the brook Besor may have
endured as much as those men who went
into battle. Some mean fellows objected
to the sick ones having any of the spoils.
Tho directors said: "These men did not
fight" David, with magnanimous heart,
replies: LAS his part is that goeth down
to the battle, so shall his part be that tar
rieth by the stuff"
This subject is practically suggestive to
me, Thank God, in these times a man
can go off on journey, and be gone
weeks and months, and come back and
see his house untouched of incendiary,
and have his family on the steps to greet
him, if by telegram he has fOretold the
moment of his coming. But there are
Amalekitish disasters, and there are
Amalekitish diseases, that sometimes
come down upon ones home, making as
devastating work as the day when Ziklag
took fire. There are families in my con-
gregatiOn whose homes have been broken
up. No Duttering- ram smOte in the door,
no iconoclast crumbled the statues, no
flames leaped amidst the curtains but so
far as all the ioy and merriment that once