Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1897-10-20
REV. DIR. TALMAGE.
The Eminent Oivine's SUNDAY
Disc urse.
The Progress of fChrist-Walking the Earth
Through Centuries Followed by the
Eye OF Faith-The Glory In Heaven
When His SacrihciAl Work Is Ended.

The Progress of Christ-walking the Earth
Through Centuries Followed by the
Eye Of Fnith-The Glory In Heaven
When His Sacrihcial Work Is Ended.
TEXT: "On his head were many CROWNS"
REV. XIX, IL.
In watching this march of Christ we mus,
not walk before Him or beside Him. for that
would not be reverential or worshipful. ito
we walk behind Him. We follow Him while
not yet in his teens up u Jerusalem terrace,
to "A building GOO feet long and 800 feet wide.
and under the lowering splendOr of gate
ways, and by pillar crowned with capt.
tai chiseled into the shape of flowers and
leaves, and near a marble screen until a
group of white-haired philosophers and
theologians gather around him, and then
the boy bewilders and confounds and over
whelms these scholarly septuagenarians
under His quick why's and whyfores, and
hows and whens, they pull their white
boards with embarrassment and rub their
wrinkled foreheads in confusion, and put
| ting their staffs hard down on the marble
| floor they arise to 60 they must feel like
chiding the boldness that allows twelve
years of age to ask seventy five years OF
| age such puZZlers.
Out of this building we follow Him into
| the Quarantania, the mountain of tempta-
| ton, its side to this day black with rob-
bers' denS. LOOki Up the side OF this
| mountain come all the forces of perdition
to effect our Chieftain's capture. But al
though weakened by forty days and forty
! nights of abstinence, He hurls all Pande-
monium down the rocks, suggestive OF how
| He can hurl into helplessness all our temp
| tations. And now we climb after Him up
| the tough sides of the Mountain OF Beati-
| tudes," and on the highest pulpit of rocks,
the Valley of Hatin before Him, the Lake
! of Galilee to the right of Him, and He
breaches a sermon that vet will transf oru
| the world with Its anpIirH
| Now, we follow our Chieftain on Lake
Gailee. We must keep to the beach, fol
our feet are not shod with the supernatural
and we remember what poor work Potter
| made of IL when he tried to walk the water.
| Christ. our leader is on the top ofthe toss
! ing waves, and 1t is about half past three
in the morning, and it is the darkest time
| just before daybreak. But by the flashes
OF lightning we see Him putting His feet
on the crest of the wave, stepping from
crest to crest, walking the white surf. The
| sailors think a ghost Is striding the tenn
pest, but He cheers them into placidity
| showing Himself to be a great Christ fol
| sailors. And He walks the Atlantic. and
Pacific, and Mediterranean, and AdriatiC
| now, and IL exhausted and affrighted voy
| ayers will listen for His voice at half past
| three O'Clock in the morning, on any sea
| indeed at any hour they will hear Hi:
voice of compassion and encouragement.
| As in December. 1899, | walked on the
way from Bethany, and at the foot OF
! Mount Olivet, half mile from the wall o.
Jerusalem, through the garden of Geth
semane, and under the eight venerable
| olive trees now standing, their pomologi-
| cal ancestors having been Witnesses of the
occurrences spoken of, the scene of horror
| and crime came back to me, until / shud
dered with the historical reminiscence. .
/ In following our ChiefIain's march
through the centu. lies Il lind myself in I
crnsf4 ;r sros.. 81 ,'Ier5sf's fi.fa-s5-in JeYu-
= --s,am, and on a movable platform placed
upon tessellated pavement Pontius Piiatt
sits. And as once year n condemned
| criminal is pardoned, PLATE let's the peo
pie choose whether it shall be assassin
or our Chieftain, and they all cry out fol
the liberation of the assassin, thus declar
ing they prefer murderer to the Saviour
of the world. PLATE took a basin of wate
in front of these people and tried to wasi
off the blood Of this murder from his hands
but he could not. They are still lifted, an'
l see them looking up through all the age:
red with carnage.
Still following our Chieftain, ascend tn,
hill which General Gordon the great Eng
lish explorer and arbiter, first made a clay
model of. 1t is hard climbing for our Chief
tain, for He has not only two heavy tim
bers to carry on His back, the upright ant
horizontal pieces of the cross, but He Il
suffering from exhaustion caused by lacl
of food, mountain chills, desert heats
whippings with elmwood rods, and year.
of maItreatment.
Now we follow our Chieftain to tn,
shoulder of Mount Olivet, and without
wings He rises, All Heaven lifted shou
of welcome. In all the libretto of celestia
music it was hard to find an anthem enough
conjubilant to celebrate the joy sanity
cherubic. seraphic, archangelic deific.
But still We follow our Chieftain in Hi:
march through the centuries, for invisibl,
| He still walks the earth and by the eve o
faith we still follow Him. hear His treaC
in the sick room and in the abodes o
bereavement. He marches on and the
nations are gathering around Him. The
islands n the sea are hearing His voice
The continents are feeling His power
America will be Hist Europe will be His
Asia will be Hist
One by one governments will fall int,
line and constitutions and iiteratures vii
adore His name. More honored and wor
shipped is he In this year Of 1897 than at any
time since the year one, and the day hasten.
when all the nations will join one process
sion, following the Lamb whithersoeve
He goeth." Marching on! Marching oni
This dear old world whose back has beer
scourged, whose eyes have been blinded
whose heart has been wrung, will yet riya
heaven. The planets torn robe of pain an,
crime and dementia will come off, and tn,
white and spotless and glittering robe o
holiness and happiness will come on Tn
last wound will have stung for the las
time; the last grief will have wiped IT
last tear; the last criminal will have re
pented of his last crime, and our world tina
has been a straggler among worlds-a los
star, Il wayward planet, IA rebellious globe
miscreant satellite-wili hear the vote
that uttered childish plaint In Bethlehem
and asonizcd prayer In Gethsemane, an
dying groan on GOlgOtha, and as this voic
cries. Come" our world will return fror
its wandering never again to stray. March
ing on Marching Onl