The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1900-05-12
THE PRODIGAL SON.
Dr.. Talmage breaches Sermon
About the Elder Brother.
Lesson of the Pnrable-He Denounces
seIf-RighteOusness and Lack Of
Sympathy for the Fallen
and Unfortunate.
copyright. 1900. by Louis Klopsch.l
Washington. May G.

In this discourse DIR. Talmag.
pleads for hearty reception to al
those who have done wrong and want
to get back, while the unsympathetic
and self-righteous are excoriated;
text, Luke 1853, And he was angry
and would not go in"
Many times have been asked to
preach a sermon about the elder
brother of the parable. ] received a
letter from Canada saying: us the
elder son of the parable so unsympa-
thetic and so cold that he is not
worthy of recognition?" The fact is
that we ministers pursue the young
er son. You can hear the tapping of
his rags in many sermonic breeze
which he was an unsuccessful con-
testant. / confess that ii has been
difficult for me to train the camera
obscura upon the elder son of the par
able. / could not get a negative for
photograph. There was not enough
light in the gallery, or the chemicals
were too poor, or the sitter moved
in the picture. But now ! think 1
have him, not n side face or three
quarters or the mere bust, but n full
length portrait as he appears to me.
The father in the parable OF the prod
igal had nothing to brag of in his two
sons. The one was rake and the
other a churl. find nothing admira-
BILE in the dissoluteness of the one,
and / find nothing attractive in the
acrid sobriety of the other. The one
goes down over the larboard side, and
the other goes down over the star
board side, but they both go down.
From all the windows Of the old
homestead bursts the minstrelsy. The
floor quakes with the feet of the rus
tics, whose dance is always vigorous
and resounding. The neighbors have
son from his wanderings, and they
have gathered together. The house
is full of congratulations. / suppose
the tables are loaded with Injuries,
not only the one kind of meat men
toned, but it's concomitants. "Clap!"
harps, Click" go the chalices, up
and down go the feet inside, while
outside is a most sorry spectacle.
The senior son stands at the corner
of the house, n frigid phlegmatic. He
has just come in from the fields in
very substantial apparel. Seeing some
wild exhilarations around the old
mansion, he asks of servant passing
by with n goatskin of wine on his
shoulder what all the fuss is about.
One would have thought that, on
hearing that his younger brother had
got back, he would have gone into the
house and rcjoiced, and, IL he were
not conscientiously opposed to dane
ing, that he would have joined the orr
entail schottish. No, there he stands
His brow lowers; his face darkens;
his lip curls with contempt. He
stamps the ground with indignation;
he sees nothing at all to attract. The
odors of the feast, coming out on the
air, do not sharpen his appetite.
The lively music does not put any
spring into his step. He is in ter
riblc pout. He criticises the expense,
the injustice and the morals of the
entertainment. The father rushes out
barehcaded and coaXes him to come
in. He will not go in. He scolds the
father. He goes into n pasquinade
against the younger brother, and he
makes the most uncomely scene. He
says: Father, you put premium
on vagabondsm. staid at home and
worked on the farm. You never made
Il party for me; you didn't so much
as kill kid. That wouldn't have cost
half as much as calf; but this scape-
grace went off in fine clothes, and he
comes back not fit to be seen, and
what time you make over him! He
breaks your heart, and you pay him
for il. That calf, to which we have
been giving extra feed during all
these weeks, wouldn't be so fat and
sleek il had known to what use you
were going to put 1t. That vagabond
deserves to be cowhided instead of
banqueted. Veal is too good for
him" That evening while the young
err son sat telling his father about his
adventures and asking about what
had occurred on the place since his
departure, the senior brother goes to
bed Disguised and slams the door
after him. That senior brother still
lives. You can see him any Sunday,
any day of the week. At n meeting
of ministers in Germany some one
asked the question: "Who is that
elder SOM" and Krummacher an
swered: II know him; saw him yes
terday." And when they insisted
upon knowing whom / meant he said:
Myself; when | saw the account of
the conversion of most obnoxious
man I was irritated."
First, this senior brother of the
text stands for the self-congratula-
tory, self-satisfied, sef-worshipful
man. With the same breath in which
he vituperates against his younger
brother he utters n panegyric for
himself. The self-righteous man of
my text, like every other self-righteous
man, was full of faults. He was an
migrate, for he did not appreciate the
home blessings which he had all those
years. He was disobedient, for when
the father told him to come in he
staid out. He was liar, for he said
n