The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1901-04-13

most expressive thing, is the human
face, but that face il yelled with the
griefs of thousand years, But in
the resurrection morn that veil will
be taken away from the face, and the
MONDAY sun is dull and dim and
stupid compared with the outflaming
glories of the countenances of the
saved. When those faces of the
| righteous, those resurrected faces,
turn toward the gate or look up to-
ward the throne, it will be like the
| dawning of new morning on the
bosom of everlasting day. o glorious,
resurrected body!
But remark, also, in regard to that
body which you are to get in the resur-
rection, it will be an important body.
These bodies are wasting away. Some
body has said that as soon as we begin
to live we begin to die. Unless we keep
putting the fuel into the furnace the
furnace dies out. The blood vessels
are canals taking the breadstuffs to
| all parts of the system. We must be
reconstructed hour by hour, day by
day. Sickness and death are all the
time trying to get their pry under the
tenement or to push us off the embank
ment of the grave. But, blessed be
God, in the resurrection we will get
body immortal. No malaria in the air,
no cough, no neuralgia twinge, no
rheumatic pang, no fluttering Of the
heart, no shortness) of breath, no am
bulance. no dispensary, no hospital,
no invalid's chair, no spectacles to i'm
prove the dim vision, but health, i'm
mortal health! o We who have aches
and pains indescribable this morning,
we who are never well, We who are
lacerated with physical distress, let
me tell you of the resurrected body,
free from all disease. immortal! I'm
mortal!
/ go further and say in regard to
that body which you are to get in the
resurrection, it will be a vigorous body.
We walk now eight or ten miles, and
we are fatigued; we lift few hundred
pounds, and we are exhausted; I'M
armed, we meet wild beast, and we
must run or flee or climb or dodge be-
cause we are incompetent to meet it;
we toll eight or ten hours energentical-
ly, and then we are weary. But in the
resurrection we are to have body
that never gets tired. Is it not a glori-
Gus thought?
Plenty of occupation in Heaven. I
suppose Broadway. New York, in the
busiest season of the year at MONDAY
is not so busy as Heaven is all the
time. Grand projects of mercy for
other worlds. Victories to be cele-
brated. The downfall of despotism on
earth to be announced. Great songs to
he learned and sung. Great expedi-
tons on which God shall send forth
His children. Plenty to do, but no
fatigue. If you are seated under the
trees of life, it will not be to rest, but
to talk over with some old comrade old
times-the battles where you fought
shoulder to shoulder.
Sometimes in this world we feel we
would like to have such body as that.
| There is so much work to be done for
| Christ, there are so many tears to be
wiped away, there are so many bur-
| dens to life, there is so much to be
achieved for Christ, we sometimes
wish that from the first Of January to
the last of December we could toll on
without stopping to sleep or to take
any recreation or to rest or even to
take food-that we could toll right on
without stopping n moment in our
work of commenting Christ and
Heaven to all the people. But we all
get tired. 1t is n characteristic of the
human body in this condition; we must
get tired. Is it not glorious thought
that we are going to have a body that
will never grow weary? o glorious
resurrection day! Gladly will / fling
aside this poor body of sin and fling
it into the tomb If at thy bidding 1
shall have a body that never wearies.
That is splendid resurrection hymn
that we have all sung:
So Jesus slept Gods dying Son
Passed through the grave and blessed the
! bed.
Rest here, blest saint. till from His throne
The morning breaks to pierce the shade.
o blessed resurrection! Speak out,
| sweet flowers, beautiful flowers!
While YOU tell of risen Christ tell OF
the righteous who shall rise. May God
fill you this morning with anticipa-
ton!
1 heard Of father and son who
among others were shipwrecked at
sea. The father and the son climbed
into the rigging. The father held on,
but the son after awhile lost his hold
on the rigging and was dashed down.
The father supposed he had gone hope
lessly under the wave. The next day
the father was brought ashore from
the rigging in an exhausted state and
laid on bed in fisherman's hut, and
after many hours had passed he came
to consciousness and saw lying beside
him on the same bed his boy. Oh, my
friends, what glorious thing 1t will
be II we wake up at last to find our
loved ones beside us, coming up from
the same plot in the graveyard, coming
MP in the same morning light--the IA
Their and son alive forever, all the loved
ones alive forever, never more to weep
never more to part, never more to die
May the God of peace that brought
again from the dead our Lord Jesus
that great Shepherd of the sheep
| - he N a IA d