The Dickinson press., 1892-04-30

Cah lar SurpaSS us III some things.
Death removes this slower and less
adroit machinery and makes room
for something better. These esthat
can see half a mile will be removed for
those that can see from world
to world. These ears, which can
hear a sound a few feet off, will be re-
moved for ear that can
HEAR FROM ZONE TO ZONE.
Thosefeet will be removed for powers
OF locomotion swifter than the rein
deer's hoof, or eagles plume, or light
ning's flash. Then, we have only five
senses and to these we are shut up.
Why only five senses? Why not SO,
why not Il 100, why not n thousand?
We can have, and we will have them,
but not until this present physical
machinery is put out of the way. Do
not think that this body is the best
that God can do for us. God did not
half try when he contrived yourbodily.
mechanism. Mind you, / believe, with
all ANTAGONISTS and all Psychologists,
and all scientists and with the psalm
list that 1--WE are ~fearfully and wonder
fully made" But, l believe and know
that God can and will get us better
physical equipment. Its possible for
man to make Improvement in almost
anything and God not be abletomake
improvements i'll mans physical ma
chinery? Shall canal boat give way
to limited express train? Shall slow
letter give place to telegraphy, that
places San Francisco and New York
within a minute OF communication?
Shall the telephone take the sound
OF a voice 60 miles and instantly
bring back another voice, and God,
who made the man who does these
things, not be able to improve the
man himself with infinite velocities
and indefinite multiplication? Be-
II Death comes i'll and makes the
necessary removal to make way for
these supernatural improvements. So
also our slow process OF getting infor-
nation must have q substitute.
Through prolonged study, we learned
the alphabet, and then we learned to
read. Then the book isput before us,
and the eye travels from word to
word and from page to page, and we
take whole days TO readthe book, and,
ii from that book of 400 or5OO pages,
we have gained one or two profitable
ideas, we feel we have done well. There
must be some swilter way and more
satisfactory way OF taking in Gods
universe OF thoughts and facts and
emotions andinformations. But this
cannot be done with your brain in it's
present state. Many n brain gives
way under the present facility. This
whitish mass i'm the upper cavity of
the skull, and at the extremity of the
,,ary.Ot,c crctoN,- 4ii, .,r|o~
ton and sensation cannot endure
more than it now endures. But God
a make a better brain, and he sends
death to remove this inferior brain
that he may put in a superior brain.
BLESSED Is DEATH.
for it prepares the way for change of
zones, Sea it clears the path to semi
omnipresence.
was told at Johnstown, after the
flood, that many people who had been
for months and Years bereft, for the
first time got comfort when the awful
flood came, to think that their de-
parted ones were not present to see
the catastrophe. AS the people were
floating down on the house tops, they
said: ooh, how glad | am that father
WIN iioNiiSl t"C INV ilCIC, vi llOW
glad | ann that the children are not
alive to see this horror" And ought
not we who are down here amid the
upturnings OF this life be glad that
none OF the troubles which submerge
us can ever albright our friends as
cended? Before this ! warrant ourde-
parted ones have been introduced to
all the celebrities OF heaven. Shall
we pity ourgloritied kindred? No, they
had better pity us. We, the ship
wrecked, and on q raft in the hurri-
cane, looking up at them sailing on
over calm seas, under skiest that never
frowned with tempcsts, we hoppled
with chains; they lifted by. wings.
"Surely the bitterness OF death is
past"
Further, if what I have been saying
is true, we should trust the Lord and
lie thrilled with the fact
THAT U OWN A OF ESCAPE CONFETTI.
II our lives were going to end when our
heart ceased to pulsate and III lungs
to breathe, l would want to take ten
million years Of life here for the first
installment.> But, my Christian
friends, we cannot afford always to
staydownin the cellar OF II Father
house. We cannot always be post
poning the best things. We cannot al
ways be tuning our violins for the eel.
estial orchestra. We must get our
wings out. We must mount. We can
not afford always to stand out here
in the vestibule OF the house OF many
mansions, while the windows are illu-
minated with the levee angelic, and
we can hear the laughter OF those for
ever free, and the ground quakes with
the bounding feet OF those who have
entered upon eternal play. Ushers Of
Heaven! Open the gate! Swing them
clear back on their pearly hinges! Let
the celestial music rain on us it's cad
ences. Let the hanging gardens OF the
King breathe on us their aromatics.
Let our redeemed ones just look out
and give us one glance OF the glorified
faces. Yes! there they are now! l
see them. But cannot stand the
vision. Close the CUTE, or our eyes
will be quenched with the overpower-
ing brightness. Hold back the song,
our ears will never again care for
earthly anthem. Withdraw the per-
fume OF we shall swoon in the fra
SIitllcc lIlSil !allillll uOSCfll WIS ncNeI
made to breathe.
All these thoughts are suggested as
we stand this Easter morn amid the
broken rocks OF the S%aviour's tomb.
Indeed | know that tomb has not
been rebuilt, for stood in December
Of 1889 amid the ruins OF that the
most famous sepulcher OF all time.
There are thousands OF tombs in our
Greenwood and Laurel Hill aud Mount
Auburn with more polished stone and
more elaborate masonry and
foliaged surroundings, but as l went
down the steps OF the supposed tomb
Of CHRIST on my return ! ON Mount
tomb of all tombs. Around this stand
more stupendous incidents than
around any grave OF all the world
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