Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1893-07-13
REV. DR.. TALMAGE.
THE BROOKLYN DIvINE,s sSUN
DAY SERMON.
Subject. "Light in the Evening ,

hAT Al ece1ttny ttDte ~ shdH be llght
--zechariah xiv, 7.
While might in all languages is the
symbol Tor gloom and suffering, it is often
really cheerful, bright and impressive.
speak not of such nights as come down with
no star pouring light from above or silvered
wave tossing up light from beneath -1nurky.
hurting. portentous but such as you often
see when the pomp and magnihcence Of
heaven turn out on night parade and it
seems as though the song which the morn
ing stars began SO long ago were Ginning
yet among the consultations and the sons
of God were shouting for Joy.
such nights the sailor blesses from the
torecastle, and the trapper on the vast
prairie, and the belated traveller by the road
side, and the soldier from the tent. earthly
hosts gazing upon heavenly, and shepherds
guarding their focks afield, while angel
hands above them set the silver bells airing
ing, ''Glory to God in the highest and on
earth peace; good will toward men,
what a solemn and glorious thing is night
In the wilderness Night among the noun
ta1ns Night on the ocean Fragrant night
among tropical groves Flashing night
amid arctic seventies Calm night on Roman
campagna Awful night among the corr
d1lleras Glorious night mid sea after a
tempest Thank God for the night The
moon and the stars which rule it are light
houses on the coast toward which, l hope.
we are all sailing, and blind mariners are we
II with so many beaming, burning, flaming
glories to guide us we cannot find our way
into the harbor. My text may well suggest
that as the natural evening if often luminous
so it shall be light in the evening OF our sor-
rows--of old age-of the worlds history-of
the Christian life. SAT eyentime it shall be
light"
This prophecy will be fulfilled in the even
ing OF Christian sorrow. For long time it
is broad daylight. The sun rides high. In
Vulnerable activities go ahead with thou
sand feet and work with thousand arms,
and the plckax struck a mine. and the bat
terry made discovery, and the investment
yielded its 90 per cent. and the book came to
its twentieth edition. and the farm quad
rupled in value, and the sudden fortune
hoisted to high position, and children were
praised, and friends without number swarmed
into the family hive, and prosperity sang in
the music and stepped in the dance and
2lowed in the wine and ate at the banquet
and all the gods OF music and ease and graft
fication gathered around this Jupiter hold
ing in his hands so many thunderbolts OF
power
But every sun must set. and the brightest
day must have its twilight. Suddenly the
sky was overcast. The fountain dried up.
family fold and carried off the best lamb. A
deep howl of woe came crashing down
through the joyous symphonies. At one
rough twang of the hand of disaster the harp
strings all broke. Down went the strong
business firm Away went long established
credit Up few flock OF calumnies The
new book would not sell. patent could
not be secured for the invention. Stocks
sank like lead. The insurance company ex-
pioded- "How much says the sheriff,
''will you bid for this piano?' How much
for this library2" i'How much for this
family picture?"
Will the grace of God hold one up in such
circumstances? What have become of the
great multitude of Gods children who have
been pounded OF the fail and crushed under
the wheel and trampled under the hoof? Did
they lie down in the dust weeping Wailinc
and crashing their teeth2 When the rod of
fatherly chastisement struck them, did they
strike back? Because they found one bitter cup
on the table of Gods supply, did they upset
the whole table? Did they kneel down at
their empty money vault and say sAll nv
treasures are gomez Did they stand by the
grave OF their dead saying s.There never
will be q resurrection?
Did they bemoan their thwarted plans and
say, The stocks are down-would God I
were dead?' Did the night of their disaster
come upon them moonless. starless. dark and
bowling, smothering and choking their lives
out? No! No. No! AT eventime it was
light The swift promises overlook them.
The eternal consultations from the circuit
about Gods throne poured down an infinite
luster. Under their shining the pillows of
trouble took on crests and plumes OF gold
and jaspar and amethyst and flame. All the
trees OF life rustled in the midsummer. air OF
Gods love- The night blooming assurances
of Christ's sympathy filled all -he armos-
phere with heaven. The soul at every step
seemed to start up from its feet bright
winged joys warbling heayenward.
1T is good that | have been afflicted .
cries David. 1.-THE Lord gave. and the Lord
hath taken away, exclaims Job. Sorrow
full, Yet always rejoicing, says ST. Pau.
And God shall wipe away all tears ron
their eyes, exclaims John in apocalyptic
vision. AT eyentime it was light. Light
from the cross Right from the promises
Light from the throne! Streaming, Joyous,
outgushing, everlasting light
The text shall also find fulfillment in the
time of old age 1t is grand thing to be
young Ito have the sight clear and tine hear
ing acute and the step elastic and all our
pulses marching on TO the drumming o. a
stout heart. Midlife and old age VIII be de-
MED many OF us. but youth--we all know
what that is. Those wrinkles We're not a
ways on YOUR brow. That snow was not al
ways on your head. That brawny muscle
did not always bunch your arm. You have
not always worn spectacles. Grave and dig
nified as you now are, you once went coast
ing down the hillside, or threw off your hat
for the race, or sent the ball flying sky high.
But youth will not always last. 1t stays
only long enough to give us exuberant spir-
its, and broad shoulders for burden carry.
ing, and an arm with which to battle our
way through difficulties. Lies path if you
fellow 1t long enough will come under frown-
ing crag and across trembling causeway.
Blessed old age if you let it come naturally.
You cannot hide it. You may try to cover
the wrinkles, but you cannot cover the
wrinkles. If the time has come for you to
be old, be not ashamed to be old The
grandest things In all the universe are old.
Old mountains, old rivers, old seas, old
stars and an old eternity. Then do not be
ashamed to be old unless you are older than
the mountains and older than the stars
How men and women will lie They say
they are 40, but they are go. They say they
are 20, but they are 80. They say they are
so, but they are 80. How some people will
lie Glorious old age II found in the way OF
righteousness How beautiful the old age
of Jacob, leaning on the top Of his staff, OF
John Quincy Adams falling with the harness
on, of Washington Irving sitting pen In hand
amid the scenes himself had made classical,
of John Angel James to the last procIaiming
the Gospel to the masses of Birmingham, Of
Theodore Frelinghuysen down to feebleness
and cancellation devoting his fllustrious
faculties to the kingdom OF God. At even
tide 1t was light
See that you do honor to the aged. A