The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1894-11-30
REV. DIR. TALMAGE.
THE BROOKLYN DIVINES SUN
DAY SERMON.
Subject: "victory Over Palms.

Inc nrst question that YOU ask when about
10 change your residence to any city is!
"What is the heath OF the place? Is IS
shaken OF terrible disorders? What are the
bills Of mortality? What is the death rate?
How high rises the thermometer? And am
not reasonable in asking, What are the
sanitary conditions OF the heavenly city into
which we all hope to move? My text an
swers 1t by saying, "Neither shall there DO
any more pain"
First [ remark, there will he no pain O,
disappointment in heaven. III could put
the picture of what you anticipated OF life
when you began 1t beside the picture of
what you have realized, would find great
difference. You have stumbled upon great
disappointments. Perhaps you expected
| riches, and you have worked hard enough
to gain them; you have planned and
worried and persisted until your hands were
worn, and your brain was racked, and your
heart tainted and at the end OF this long
strife with misfortune you find that If you
have not been positively defeated it has been
a drawn battle tits still tug and tUssle.
this year losing what you gained last.
financial uncertainties, pulling down faster
than you build. For perhaps twenty or
thirty years. you have been running your
craft straight into the teeth OF the wind.
Perhaps you have had domestic disappoint-
|
tion you lavished your hard earned dollars,
have not turned out as expected. Notwith-
standing all your counses and prayers and
painstaking, they will not do right. Many
n good father has had bad boy. Absalom
trod on Davids heart. That mother never
imagined all this as twenty or thirty years
ago she sat by that childs cradle.
Your life has been a chapter OF disap-
pointments. But come with me and will
show you II different scene. By Gods grace
entering the other city, you will never again
have blasted hope. The most iubilant OF
expectations will not reach the realization.
Coming to the top of one hill of JOY, there
will be other heights rising up in the vision.
This song Of transport will but lift you to
higher anthems, the sweetest choral but
prelude to more tremendous harmony, all
things better than you had anticipated-the
robe richer, the crown brighter, the temple
grander, the throng mightier.
Further, remark there will be no pain
OF WEAKNESS. 1t may be many hours since
you quit work but many of you are unrested,
some from overwork, and some from dull
ness of trade, the latter more exhausting
than the former. Your ankles ache, your
spirits flag, you want rest Are these wheels
always to turn. these shuttles to fly, these
axes to hew, these shovels to delve these
pens to fly, these books to be posted, these
goods to be sold?
All. the great holiday approaches. No
moSe curse Of taskmakers. No more stoop-
ing until the back aches. No more calcula-
ton until the brain is bewildered. No more
pain. No more carpentry, for the mansions
are all built. No more masonry, for the
walls are all reared. No more diamond cut
ting, for the gems are all set. No more gold
beating, for the crowns are all completed.
No more agriculture, for the harvests are
spontaneous.
Further, there will be no more pain of
poverty. 1t is n hard thing to be really
poor; to have your coat wear out and no
money to get another; to have your flour
barrel empty and nothing to buy bread with
for your children to live in an unhealthy
row and no meGns to change your habita-
ton; to have your child sick with some
mysterious disease and not be able to secure
eminent medical ability; TO have son or
daughter begin the world and you not have
anything to help them in starting, with a
mind capable Of research and high contem-
plation to be perpetualy fixed on questions
OF mere livelihood.
Poets try to throw a romance about the
poor mans cot, but there is no romance
about it, Poverty is hard, cruel unrelent-
ing. But Lazarus walked up without his
rags and his diseases, and so all Of Christ's
poor wake up at last without any OF their
dtsadvantages-no almshouses, for they are
all princes; no tents to pay, for the resi-
dence is gratuitous no garments to buy, for
the robes are divinely fashioned no seats In
church for poor folks, but equality among
temple worshipers no novels. no hard
crusts, no insufficient apparel "They shall
hungerno more, neither shall the sun light
on them nor any heat" No more pain
Further, there will be no pain OF parting.
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up. We clasp hands and walk together
and talk and laugh and weep together, but
we must after awhile separate. Your grave
= will be in one place, mine in another. We
look each other full in the face for the last
time. We will be sitting together some even
l ing, or walking together some day, and
nothing will be unusual in our appear
ance, or our conversation, but Got
| knows that it is the last time, anC
messengers from eternity on their errand tC
take us away know 1t Is the last time, and In
, heaven. where they make ready for our de
parting spirits they know il is the last time
Oh, the long agony OF earthly separation
, 1t is awful TO stand in your nursery fighting
death back from the couch of your child, AM
l try to hold fast the little one, and see all tn
time that he is getting weaker, and tn
breath is shorter, and make outcry TO CO.
9 TO help us and to the doctors to save him
and see 1t is Of no avail, and then to know
that his spirit is gone and that you have
r nothing left but the casket that held the
jewel, and that in two or three days YOU
S must even put that away and walk arount
about the house and find it desolate, some
times feeling rebellious, and then t
resolve to feel differently and to re
solve on self control, and Just as yor
have come to what you think is perfect self
} control to suddenly come upon some littlt
g coat or picture or shoe half worn out anC
how all the floods OF the soul burst in one
@ wild wall OF agony! oh, my God, how hare
II is to part. TO close the eyes that never car
look merry at our coming, to kiss the hanC
j. that will never again do us a kindness.
know religion gives great consolation il
s such an hour, and we ought TO be comfUrted
n but anyhow and anyway you make it it i!
awful.
II On steamboat wharf and at rail car win
q dow we may smile when we say farewell, bu
these goodbys at the deathbed-they jus
l. take hold of the heart with iron pincher