The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1890-04-17

ana cOaXeu, anu put unuer SHclJeT Of
they would not have bloomed at all.
They are the children of the
conservatories. But at this season,
and through the most of the year,
the Holy Land is all ablush with
floral opulence. You find all the royal
family of flowers there, some that you
supposed indigenous to the far North,
and others Indigenous to the far South
tho daisy and hyacinth, crocus and
anemone, tulip and water-lily, geranium
and ranunculus, mignonette.and sweet
marioram. In tho college at BeVrout
you may see DIR. Posts collection
of about eighteen hundred kinds
of Holy Land flowers; while among
trees are the oak of frozen climes
and the tamarisk of the tropics,
walnut and willow, ivy and hawthorn,
ash and elder, pine and sycamore. IL
such floral and botanical beauties are
the wild growths of the field, think OF
what a garden must be in Palestine!
And in such garden Jesus Christ slept
after, on the soldiers spear, His last
drop of blood had coagulated. And
then see how appropriate that all
our cemeteries should be fioralized and
tree-shaded. In June, Greenwood is
Brooklyn's garden.
"Well, them" you say, chow can you
make out that the Resurrection Day
will beautify the cemeteries? Will it
not leave them a plowed-up ground?
On that day there will be an earthquake,
and will not this split the polished
Aberdeen granite, as we'll as the plain
slab that can afford but the two words,
Our Mary or Our Charley?' Well,
will tell you how Resurrection Day
will beautify all the cemeteries. 1t
will be by bringing up the faces
that were to us once, and in
our memories are to us now,
more beautiful than any Gala lily,
and the forms that are to us more
graceful than any willow by the waters.
Can you think of any thing more beau
tiful than the temperance of those
from whom we have been parted? | do
not care which way the tree falls in the
blast Of the Judgment hurricane, or if
the plowshare that day shall turn under
the last rose leaf and the last china
aster, if out of the broken sod shall
come the bodies of our loved ones not
damaged, out irradiated.
The idea of the resurrection gets
easier to understand as l hear the
phonograph unroll some voice that
talked into it or sung into it q year ago,
just before our friends decease. You
turn the wire, and then come forth the
very tones, the very accentuation, the
very cough, the very song of the person
that breathed into it once, but is now
departed. If man can do that, can not
Almighty God, without half trying, re-
turn the voice of your departed? And if
He can return the voice, why not the
lips and the tongue and the throat that
fashioned the voice? And if the lips
and the tongue and the throat, why not,
then, the brain that suggested
the words? And If the brain, why
not the nerves, of which the brain is
the headquarters? And file can return
the nerves, why not the muscles, which
are less ingenious? And if the muscles,
why not the bones, that are less wonder
full? And if the voice and the brain and
the muscles and the bones, why not the
entire body? If man can do the phOno-
graph, God can do the resurrection.
Will it be the same body that in the
last day shall be terminated? Yes, but
infinitely improved. Our bodies change
every seven years, and yet, in one
sense, it is the same body. On my wrist
and the second finger of my right hand
there is scar. / made that at twelve
years of age, when, disguised at
the presence of two warts,
took a red hot iron and burned
them off, and burned them out.
Since then my body has been changed
at least a half-dozen times, but those
scars prove it is the same body. And
we never lose our identity. If God can
and does sometime rebuild a man five,
six, ten times, in this world, is it mys-
terious that He can rebuild him once
more, and that in the resurrection? If
He can do it ten times, l think He can
do it eleven times. Then look at the
seventeen-year locusts. For seventeen
years gone; at the end of seventeen
years they appear, and by rubbing the
hind leg against the wing make that
rattle, at which all the hus bandmen and
vine-dressers tremble as the insectile
host takes up the march of devastation.
Resurrection every seventeen years.
Another consid Grafton makes the idea
of resurrection easier. God made Adam.
He was not fashioned after any model.
There had never been a human organ
ism, and so there was nothing to copy.
AT the first attempt God made perfect
man. He made him out of the dust of
the earth. If out of ordinary dust of
the earth and without a model God
could make perfect man, surely out of
the extraordinary dust of the mortal
body, and with millions of models, God
can make each one of us perfect being
in the resurrection. Surely the last un-
der taking would not be greater than
the first.
See the Gospel algebra: ordinary dust
minus a model equals perfect man;
extraordinary dust and plus a model
equals resurrection body. Mysteries
about it? Oh, yes; that is one reason
why / believe it. 1t would not be much
of God who could do things only as far
as I can understand. Mysteries? Oh
yes, but no more about the resurrec-
tion of your body than about its
present existence. / will explain
to you the last mystery of the
resurrection, and make it as plain
to you as that two and two make four,
If you will tell me how your mind,
which is entirely independent of your
body, can act upon your body SO that at