Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-11-13
JOURNEY TO NAZARETH
6R. TALMAoE BIDS JERUSALEM
COOLEY.
swhsre the Blue waves Roll Nightly on
Deep GaiiIes"-LRst Look at Mount
Zion. Mount Calvary and tho Mount of
Olives.

DR.. Talmage preached the seventh Of
his course Of sermons on his recent tour
in Palestine. Following is the sermon
from the text, 80 lifted up mine eyes
the way toward the North" Ezekiel viii,
81;
At o'clock on a December afternoon
through Damascus gate we are passing
out of Jerusalem for journey north
ward. Ho. for Bethel, with its stairs,
the bottom step OF which was stone
pillow; and Jacobs well, with its immor-
tai colloquy; and Nazareth, with its
divine boy in his fathers carpenter shop,
and the most glorious lake that rippled
or flashed
Blue Galilee, sweet Galilee,
The lake where Jesus loved to be;
and Damascus, with its crooked street
called Straight, and a hundred places
charged and surcharged with apostolic,
evangelistic, prophetic. patriarchal,
kingly, and Christly "reminiscences.
In travelling along the roads of Pales-
tine am impressed, as could not other
wise have been, with the fact that Christ
for the most part went af0ot. We find
him occasionally on boat, and once rid
ing in triumphal, procession, as it is
sometimes called, although its seems to
me that the hosannas of the crowd could
not have made a ride on stubborn, un-
impressive, and funny creature like that
which pattered with him into Jerusalem
very much of a triumph. But we are
made to understand that generally he
walked. How much that means only
those who know who have gone over the
distance traversed by Christ.
We are accustomed to read that
Bethany is two miles from Jerusalem
Well, any man in ordinary health can
walk two miles without fatigue. But not
more than one man out of thousand
can walk from Bethany to Jerusalem
without exhaustion. 1t is over the Mount
of Olives, and you must climb up among
the rolling stones and descend where ex-
ertion is necessary to keep you from fall
ing PROSTATE, l, who an accustomed to
walk fifteen or twenty miles without las
situde, tried part of this road over the
Mount of Olives, and confess that l
would not want to try it often, such de-
mand does it make upon ones physical
energies. Yet Christ walked it twice a
day-in the morning from Bethany to
Jerusalem, and in the evening from
Jerusalem to Bethany.
Likewise it seemed a small thing that
Christ walked from Jerusalem to Naza-
reth. But it will take us four days of
hard horseback riding, sometimes on a
trot and sometimes on a gallop, to do it
this week. The way is mountainous in
the extreme. To these who went up to
the Tip-top House on Mount Washing
ton, before the railroad was laid, will
say that this journey from Jerusalem to
Nazareth is like seven such American
Journeys. So, all up and down and
across and recrossing Palestine, Jesus
walked. Ahab rode. David rode. Solo
mon rode. Herod rode. Antony rode.
But Jesus walked. With swollen ankles
and sore muscles of the legs, and bruised
heel and stiff joints and painting lungs
and faint head, along the roads, and
where there were no roads at all, Jesus
walked.
We tried to get new horse other than
that on which we had ridden on the
journey to the Dead Sea, for he had
faults which our close acquaintanceship
had developed. But after some expert
menting with other quadrupeds of that
species, and finding that all horses, like
their riders, have faults we concluded to
choose saddle on that beast whose
faults we were most prepared 20 pity or
resist. We rode down through the
valley and then up on Mount Scopus
and. as our dragoman tells us that this is
the last opportunity we shall have of
looking at Jerusalem, we turn our
horses head toward the city and take a
long, sad and thrilling look at the re-
Iigious capital of our planet. This is the
most impressive view of the most tre-
mendous city of all time.
On and around this hill the armies of
the crusaders at the first sight of the
city threw themselves on their faces in
worship. Here most of the besieging
armies encamped the night before open
ing their volleys of death against Jeru-
salem. Our last look Farewell, Mount
Zion, Mount Moriah, Mount of Olives,
Mount Calvary! Will we never see them
again? Never The world is so large
and time is so short, and there are so
many things we have never seen at all,
that we cannot afford to duplicate visits
| Or see anything more than once. Fare
well, yonder thrones of gray rock, and
the three thousand years of architecture
and battlefelds. Farewell, sacred,
sanguinary, triumphant, humiliated
Jerusalem Across this valley of the
Kedron with my right hand throw thee
kiss of valedictory. Our last look, like
our first look, an agitation of body, mind,
and soul indiscribable.
And now, like Ezekiel in my text, ]
| lift up mine eyes the way toward the
north Near here was one of the worst
tragedies of the ages mentioned in the
Bible. A hospitable old man coming
home at eventide from his work in the
fields finds two strangers, husband and
wife, proposing to lodge in the street
because no shelter is offered them. ano
invites them to come in and spend the
night in his home. During the night the
ruffians of the neighborhood conspired
| together, and surrounded the house, and
left the woman dead on the doorstep
and the husband, to rally in revenge tht
twelve tribes, cut the corpse of the wo
man into twelve parts and sent twelfth
of it to each tribe, and the fury of the
nation was reused, and peremptorl
demand was made for the surrender o1
The assassins, and, the demand refused
in one day twenty thousand people were
left dead on the field and the next day
eighteen thousand. Wherever our horse
to-day plants his hoof in those ancien
times q corpse lay, and the roads wert
crossed by red riyulets of carnage.
Now we pass on where seven youth
were put to death and their bodies glib