Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1890-09-06
SHALL WE MEET AGAIN !?
no TALL MAGE ANSWERS THE GREAT
QUESTION AFFIRMATNELY.

They Are waiting ior os Oh the oIner
Side.
WAsECA, Mimi, July 13.-The Rev.
DIR. Talmage, who lectured here yester
day. preached to an enormous outdoor
gathering here today. His subject was,
Injecting Our Friends in Heaven" The
eminent clergyman took for his text II
Samuel XII, %: II shall go to him."
His sermon was as follows:
There is very sick child in the abode
of David the king. Disease, which .
stalks up the dark lane of the poor and
puts its smothering hand on lip and .
nostril of the wan and wasted, also
mounts the palace stairs, and bending
over the pillow blows into the face of a /.
Young prince the frosts of pain and
death Tears are wine to the King of
Terrors. Alas for David the kingl He
can neither sleep nor eat, and lies pros
trate on his face, weeping and wailing
until the palace rings with the cutlery
of woe.
What are courtly attendants or vic
torious armies or conquered provinces
under such circumstances What to
any parent is all splendid surrounding
when his child is sick2 Seven days
have passed on. There in that great
house two eyelids are gently closed, two
little hands folded, two little feet quiet,
one heart still. The servants come to
bear the tidings to the king, but they
cannot make up their minds to tell
him, and they stand at the door whis-
pering about the matter, and David
hears them and he looks up and sayst to
them: us the child deadY' Eyes, he is
dead" David rouses himself up, washes
himself, Pr-ts aPPdreI, and sits
down to food. What power hushed
that tempest2 What strength was it
that lifted up that king whom grief had
dethroned3 Oh, it was the thought
that he would come again into the pos
session of that darling child. No grave
digger's spade COAL hide him. The
wintry blasts of death could not put
out the bright light. There would be
a forge somewhere that with silver
hammer would weld the broken links.
In the city where the hoofs of the pale
horse never strike the pavement he
would clasp his lost treasure. He
wipes away the tears from his eyes,
and he clears the choking grief from
his throat and exclaims 81 shall 60 to
him"
WILL WE MEET AGAIN2
Was David right or wrong2 If we
part on earth will we meet again in the
next world2 "'WeL," says some one,
that seems to be an impossibility.
Heaven is SO large a place we never
could find our kindred there" Going
into some city, without having ap-
pointed a time and place for meeting,
you might wander around for weeks
and for months, and perhaps for years,
and never see each other; and heaven
Is vaster than all earthly cities to-
gether, and how are you going to find
your departed friend in that country2
on one mountain of inspiration, and he
looked off upon the mul itude and
he said, Thousands of thousands"
Then he came upon a greater altitude
OF Inspiration and looked off upon it
again and he said, "Ten thousand
times ten thousand" And then he
came on higher mount of inspiration
and looked off again and he said, ga
hundred and forty and four thousand
and thousands of thousands. And he
came on a still greater height of inspi-
ration, and he looked off again and ex.
claimed, "a great multitude that no
man can number"
Now | ask, how are you going to find
your friends in such throng as that?
Is not this idea we have been enter
tanning after all falsity9 Is this doc
rlne OF future recognition of friends in
heaven a guess, myth, whim, or is it
granite foundation upon which the soul
pierced of all ages may build glorious
nopef Intense question. Every heart
IN this audience throbs right into it.
There is in every soul here the tomb of
least one dead. Tremendous ques-
uon 1t makes the lip culver, and the
hnl. Shall we know each other there?
get letters almost every month ask
ing me to discuss this subject. get a
letter in bold, scholarly hand, on
gut edged paper, asking me to discuss
thls question, and l say, "Ah, that is a
curious man, and he wants a curious
question solved" But l get another
teVter 1t Is written with a trembling
Hahd, and on what seems to be tori.
OUT leaf of book, and here and there
Is Inc mark of tear, and l say, "Oh,
.iat Is broken heart, and it wants to
oe comforted."
IT IS TRUE.
Inc object of this sermon is to take
lils theory out of the region of surmise
ana speculation into the region of posi- !
1--WE certainty. People say: 1T would
Ne very pleasant if that doctrine were
rue hope it may be true Perhaps
Is true. wish it were true" But /
SeneVe that l can bring an accumula-
.lon OF argument to bear upon this mat
.ef winch will prove the doctrine of
I'ure recognition as plainly as that
..ere Is any heaven at all, and that the
-Ss Oh reunion at the celestial gate will
10 as certain as the dying kiss at the
uoor OF the sepulcher.
'ow' when you are going to build a |
sup you must get the right kind of
oer' You lay the keel and make |
Sne framework of the vary haSt nata