The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1893-04-14


These bodies are wasting away.
Somebody has said as soon as we
begin to live we begin to die I'm
less we keep putting the fuel into
the furnace the furnace dies out
The blood-vessels are canals tax
ing the breadstuffs to all parts of the
system. We must be reconstructed
hour by hour, day by day. Sickness
and death are all the time trying to get
their prey under the tenement or to
push us off the embankment of the
grave; but, blessed be God, in the res
direction we will get body immortal
No malaria in the air, no cough, no
neuralgia twinge, no rheumatic pang,
no fiuttering of the heart, no shortness
of breath, no ambulance no dispensary,
no hospital, no invalid's chair,
no spectacles to improve the dim
vision; but health, immortal health! o
We who have aches and pains indescrib-
able this morning-O We who are never
well-O We who are lacerated with
physical distresses. let me tell you of
the resurrected body, free from all dis
ease. Immortal! immortal!
to that body which you are to get in the
resurrection, it will be powerful body.
| We walk now eight or ten miles, and
we are fatigued; we lift few hundred
pounds, and we are exhausted; unarmed,
we meet wild beast, and we must run,
or fly, or climb, or dodge, because we
are incompetent TO meet it; we toll
eight or ten hours vigorously, and then
we are weary; but in the resurrection
we are to have body that never gets
tired. Is it not glorious thought?
Plenty of occupation in Heaven i
suppose Broadway, New York, in the
busiest season of the year, at MONDAY.
is not so busy as Heaven is all the time.
| Grand projects of mercy for other
worlds Victories to be celebrated
The downfall of despotisms on earth to
be announced. Great songs to be
learned and sung Great expeditions
on which God will send forth his chill
dren. Plenty to do, but no fatigue II
| you are seated under the trees of life,
it will not be to rest, but to talk over
with some old comrade old times-the
battles where you fought shoulder to
| shoulder.
Sometimes in this world we feel we
would like to have such body as that.
| There is so much work to be done for
| Christ, there are SO many tears to be
wiped away, there are so many burdens
to lift, there is so much to be achieved
for Christ, we sometimes wish that
from the first of January to the last of
December we could toll on without
stopping to sleep or take any recreation
or to rest or even to take food-that we
could toll right on without stopping a
moment in our work of commencing
Christ and Heaven to all the people.
But we all get tired.
1t is characteristic of the human
body in this conditions; we must get
tired. Is it not glorious thought that
after awhile we are going to have a
body that will never get weary? o
glorious resurrection day! Gladly will
l fling aside this poor body of sin and
fling it into the tomb if at thy bidding
shall have body that never wearies
That was splendid resurrection hymn
that was sung at my fathers burial:
So Jesus slept, Gods dying son
Passed through the grave and blessed the bed
Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne
The morning breaks 10 pierce the shade
o, blessed resurrection Speak out,
sweet flowers, beautiful flowers whils
You tell of risen Christ and tell of the
righteous who shall rise. May God fill
you this morning with anticipation
heard of a father and son who,
among others, were shipwrecked at
sea. The father and son climbed into
the rigging. The father held on, but
the son after awhile lost his hold in the
rigging and was dashed down. The
father supposed he had gone hopelessly
under the wave. The next day the
father was brought ashore from
the rigging in an exhausted state, and
lay in bed in a fsherman's hut,
and after many hours had passed he
came to consciousness, and saw lying
beside him on the same bed, his boy.
Oh, my friends! what glorious thing
it will be when We wake up at last to
find our loved ones beside us! Coming
up from the same plot in the graveyard,
coming up in the same morning light
the father and son alive forever all the
loved ones alive forever, nevermore to
weep, nevermore to part, nevermore to
die
May the God of peace, that brought
again from the dead our Lord Jesus,
that great shepherd of the sheep,
through the blood of the everlasting
covenant make you perfect in every good
work, to do His will; and let this bril-
liant scene of the morning transport our
thoughts to the grander assemblage be-
fore the throne. This august assem-
blage is nothing compared with it
The one hundred and forty and four
thousand, and the great multitude
that no man can number" some of our
best friends among them, we, after
awhile to join the multitude. Blessed
anticipation!
Ny soul anticipates the day,
Would stretch her wings and soar away,
To aid the song. the palm to bear,
And bow, the chief of sinners there.