The Monitor-register., 1897-04-23
Actual Potash.
That is the way they knew him. Tn,

is the way you and / will know him.
Aye, am l saying this morning too
much when | say that will be one of the
ways in which you and | will know each
other by the scars of earth-scars of ac-
cident, sears of sickness, scars of perse-
cution, scars of hard work, scars of bat
tie, scars of old age. When see Christ's
resurrected body having scars, it makes
me think that our remodeled and resur-
rected bodies will have scars. Why, be-
fore we get out of this world some of us
will be covered with scars all over
Heaven will not be a bay into which
float summer yachts after a p~leasuring
with the gay bunting and with the en-
broidered sails as fair as when they
were first unfurled. Heaven will be
more like a navy yard where men-of-
war come in from Trafalgar and Lepan.
to-men-of-war with masts twisted by
a cyclone, men-of-war struck on all
sides by "A Founders, men-of-war with
decks scorched of the shell. Old Consti-
buttons, old Consultations, floating in
discharged from service to rest forever.
In the resurrection Christ credentialed
by scars. You aud I will be credentialed
and will recognize each other by scars.
Do you think them now a Disagreement?
Do you think them now a badge of en-
durance? tell you the glorious thought
this morning, they are going to be the
means of heavenly recognition.
A Notable Fact.
There is one more thing that the
world and the church have not noticed
in this resurrection of Christ, and that
is that Christ from Friday to Sabbath
was lifeless in a hot climate where sani-
tary prudence demanded that burial
take place the same day as death, and
where there was no ice to retard disso-
luton. Yet, after three days he comes
up SO healthful, so robust and SO rubi-
cund Mary Magdalene takes him for a
gardener. Not s%upposing him to be an
invalid from a hospital, not supposing
him to be a corpse from the tomb, but
supposing him to be the gardener.
Healthful by the breath of the upturned
sod and by a perpetual life in the sun
shine.
After Christ S interment every cellular
tissue broke down, and nerve and artery
and brain were a physiological wreck,
and yet he m up swarthy, rubicund
and we'll. When l see after such mortu-
airy silence such radiant appearance,
that settles it that whatever should be-
come of the bodies of our Christian
dead, they are going to come up, the
nerves restrung, the optic nerve reil-
lumined, the ear drum a-vibrate, the
whole body lifted up, without it's weak
nesses and worldly uses for which there
is no resurrection. Come, is it not al.
most 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 glori-
GUS consolation of this subject when I
find Christ coming up without any of
the lacerations-for you must remember
he was lacerated and wounded fearfully
in the notwithstanding up without
one! What does that make me think?
That the grave will get nothing Of us
except Jul wounds 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 lin
gering death. His entire body hung on
four spikes. No invalid of 20 years suf-
fering ever went into the grave SO white
and CHASTITY and broken down as Christ,
and yet here he comes up SO rubieund
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 it's dimness, the lungs
will come up without oppressed respira-
ton Oh, what races we will run when
we become immortal athletes! Oh, what
circuits we will take when, all earthly
imperfections subtracted and all celes-
tial velocities added, 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
shattered masonry of our Lords tomb, I
point you to a world without hearse,
without muff1ed drum, without tumulus,
without catafalque and without a tear.
Amid all the cathedrals of the blessed no
longer the dead March On SAUL" but
whole libretti of 'Halleluiah Chorus"
Oh, put trumpet to lip and finger to key
and loving forehead against the bosom of
a risen Christ! Halleluiah, amen! Hal
leluiah. amenI