The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-04-19


ribs-scars. scars. That is the way they
knew him. That is the way you ana l
will know him.
Az, am ] saying this morning too much
when 7 say that will be one Of me ways
in which you and | will know each other
by the scars of earth; scars OF accldent,
scars of sickness scars of persecution,
scars of hard work, scars OF battle, sears
Of Old age When ] see Christs resur-
rected body having scars, it m kes Inc
think that our remodelled and resurrccted
bodies will have scars. Why, before we
get out of this world some of MS VIII be
covered with scars all over. Heaven WI
not be a bay into which float summer
yachts after a pleasuring, with the gag
buptin, and with the embroidered sails as
fair as when they were first unfurlcd.
Heaven will be more like a navy yard
where men-of-War come in from Trafalgar
and Lepanto, men-of-war with masts
twisted by a cyclone, men-ot-Wdr Strdck
on all sides by seventy-four Founders,
men-of-war with decks scorched OF the
shell. Old Constitutions, old Consteiia-
tons floating in discharged from service
to r. ST forever. In the resurrection Chrlst
credentialed by scars. You and VIII De
credentialed, and will recognize eacn other
by scars. Do you think them now a dls-
ftgdrer1ent? DO you think them now
badge of endurance? / tell you the Slo-
rious thought this morning, they are going
to be the means of heavenly recognition.
There is one more thing that the world
and the church have not noticed IN TINS
resurrection of Christ, and that is that
Christ from Friday to Sabbath was me-
less in a hot climate where sanitary pru-
dence demanded that burial take place
the same day as DEATH and where there
was no ice to retard dissolution. Yet, af-
ter three days he comes up so healthful
so robust and so rubicund Mary MaSda-
len takes him for gardener. Not sup
posing him to be an invalid from a hospl-
tai, not supposing him to be corpse from
the tomb but supposing him to be the
gardener. Healthful by the breath of
the upturned sod, and by perpetual life
in the sunshine
After Christs interment every cellular
tissue broke down, and nerve, and artery,
and brain, were a physiological wreck, ana
yet he comes up swarthy, rubicund, ana
we'll When / see after such mortuary 81
lence such radiant appearance, that SCI
ties it that whatever should become OF
the bodies of our Christian dead, they
are going to come up the nerves restrung,
the optic nerve reillumined the ear drum
a-vibrate, the whole body lifted up with
out it's weaknesses and worldly uses for
which there is no resurrection. Come, is
ID not almost time for US to go out TO
meet our terminated dead? Can you not
hear the lifting of the rusted latch?
oh, the glorious thought, the glorious
consolation of this subject when l ma
Christ coming up without any of the lac
erations, for you must remember ne was
lacerated and wounded fearfuly in the
Notwithstanding up without one. What
does that make me think? That the grave
will get nothing of US except our wound
and imperfections. Christ went into the
grave exhausted and bloodless. All the
currents of his life had poured out from
his wounds. He had lived a life of
trouble, sorrow. and privation, and then
he died a lingering death. His entire
body hung on four spikes. No invalid OF
twenty years suffering ever went into the
grave so white and CHASTITY and broken
down as Christ, and yet here he comes up
so rubicund and robust she supposed him
TO be the gardener.
All! all the side-aches, and the head
aches, and the back-aches, and the leg
aches, and the heart-aches we will leave
where Christ left his. The ear will come
up without it's heaviness, the eye will come
up without its dimness, the lungs will come
up without oppressed respiration. Oh,
what races we will run when we become
immortal athletesl oh, what circuits we
will take when all earthly imperfections
subtracted and all celestial velocities add
ed we shall set up our residence in that
city which. though vaster than all the
cities of this world, shall never have one
obsequy!
Standing this morning round the shat
tered masonry of our Lords tomb point
you to a world without hearse, without
muffied drum, without tumulus, without
catafalque, and without a tear. Amid all
the cathedrals of the blessed no longer the
Dead March in Saul, but whole iibretti of
Hallelujah Chorus. Oh, put trumpet to
lip and finger to key, and loving forehead
against the bosom of a risen Christ. Hal
lelutah, Amen. Hailelujah Ameni