Nappanee Advance-News, Volume 18, Number 25, Nappanee, Elkhart County, 2 September 1896 — Page 7

TALMAGE’S sermon. Touchingly Beautiful Discourse on Christianity of Childhood. WotKffrJf Mri*waly Than the Child’a * Trusting i'aitli lu Jesus—Deathbed JCctacy Which is Alone Inspired by God. p tC v. T. DeWitt Talmage delivered ♦lie following sermon before his Washington congregation, taking for his text l AnJ whCtftha xhildswas grnwn.lt tell on a mat lie went out to his father to the reapday And he said unto his father, my head, my wad'" And he said to a lad, carry him to his mother- And when ho <had taken him, and brought him to his mother, he sat on her knees till noon, and then uied.-ll Kings iv.. 18, 18, gj. There is at least one happy home in Shunem. T 6 the luxuriance and splendor of a great house had been Jven the advent of a child. Even when the Angel of Life brings anew soul to the P oor maus hut, a star of joy shines over the manger. Infancy, with its helplessness and innocence, had passed away. Days of boyhood had come—days of laughter and frolic, davs of sunshine and promise, days of jtrange questions and curiosity and quick development. I suppose among jll the treasures of that house, the brightest was the boy. One day there Is the shout of reapers heard afield. A boy s heart always bounds at the sound of sickle or scythe. No sooner have the harvesters cut a swath across the field than the lad joins them, and the swarthy reapers feel young again as they look down at that lad, as bright and beautiful as was Ruth In the harvest fields of Bethlehem gleaning after the reapers. But the sun was too hot for him. Congestion of the brain seized on him. I see the swarthy laborers drop their sickles; and they rush out to see what is the matter, and they fan bin. and they try to cool his brow; but all is o.f no avail. In the instant of consciousness, he puts his hands against his temples and cries out: ‘‘My head! my headl” And the father said: “Carry him to his mother,” just as : y father would have said; for our baud is too rough, and our voice is too harsh, and our foot is too loud to doctor a sick child, if there be in our home a gentler voice and a gentler hand and a stiller footstep. But all of no avail. While the reapers of Shunem were busy in the field, there came a stronger Reaper that way, with keener scythe and for a i ichc-r' harvest. He reaped only one sheaf, but O, what a golden 6heaf was that! 1 do not want to know any more about that heartbreaking scene than what I see in just one pathetic sentence: “He sat on her knees till noon and then died. ” Though hundredsof years have passed away since that boy skipped to the harvest-field and then was brought home and died on liis mother's lap, the story still thrills us. Indeed, childhood has a charm always and everywhere. I shall now speak to you of ehifdhood; its bennty, its susceptibility to impression, its power over the parenta 1 heart, and its blissful transition from earth to Heaven. The child’s beauty does not depend upon form or feature or complexion or apparel. That destitute one that you saw on the street, bruised with unkindness and in rags, has a charm about her, even under her destitution. You have forgot ten a great many persons whom you met, of finely-cut features and with erect posture and with faultless complexion, while jpou will always remember this poor girl who, on a cold, moonlight night, as you were passing late home, in her thin shawl and barefoot on the pavement, put out her hand and said: “Please to give me a penny.” Ah, how often we have walked on and said: “0, that is nothing but street vagabondism;” but after we got a block or two ou, we stopped and said: "“All, that is not right;” and we passed up that same way and dropped a mite into that suffering hand, as though it were not a matter of second thought, so ashamed were we of our hard-hcartedness. With what admiration we look upon a group of children on the playground or in the school, and we clap our hands almost involuntarily and Say: “How beautiful!’ AH stiffness and dignity are gone, and your shout is heard with theirs and you trundle their hoop, and fly their kite, and stride their ball, and all your weariness and anxiety are gone as when a child you bounded over the playground yourself. That father who stands rigid anti unsympathetic amid the sportfulness of children ought never to have been tempted out of a crusty and unredeemable solitariness. The waters leap down the rocks, but they have not the graceful step of childhood. The morning comes out of the gates of the east, throwing its silver on thelake and its gold oil the towers and its fire on the cloud; but it is not so bright and beautiful as the morning of life! There is no light like that which is kindled in a child’s eye, no color like that which blooms on a child s cheek, no music like the sound of a child s voice. Its face in the poorest picture redeems any imperfection in art. M lien we are weary with toil, their little hands pull the burdens off our back. <\ what a dull, stale, mean world th’.s would be without the sportfulness of children. When I find people that do not like children, I immediately doubt their moral and character. But when the grace of Hod comes upon a child, how unspeakably attractive. When Samuel begins to pray, and Timothy begins to read the Scriptures, and Joseph himself in vulnerable to temptation —how beautiful" tho scene! 1 know that parents sometimes get nervous when their children become pious, because they have the idea that good children always die. The strange questions about God and eternity and the dead excite apprehension in the parental mind rather than congratulation. Indeed there are some people *hat seemed marked for Heaven.

This world is too poor a garden for them to bloom in. The hues of Heav. en are in the petals. There is something about their forehead that makes you think that the hand of, Christ has been on it, asying: “Let this one soon oome to Me soon. While that one tarried in the house, you felt there was an angel in the room, and you thought that every sickness would be the last; and when, finally, the winds of death scatter the leaves, you were no more surprised than to see a star come put above the cloud ou a dark night; for you had often said to your companion: “My dear, we shall never raise that child.”' But I scout the idea that good children always die. Samuel, the pious boy, became Samuel the great prophet. Christian Timothy became a minister at Ephesus. Young Dauiel, consecrated to God, became prime minister of all the realm, and there are in hundreds of the schools and of this country to-day children who love God and keep His commandments, and who are to be foremost among the Christians and philanthropists and the reformers of the next century. The grace of God never kills anyone. A child will be more apt to grow up without it. Length of days is promised to the righteous. The religion of Christ does not cramp the chest or curve the spine or weaken the nerves. There are no malarias floating up from the river of life. The religion of Christ throws over the heart and life of a child a supernal beauty. “Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.” I pass on to consider the susceptibility of childhood. Men pride themselves on their unchangeability. They will make an elaborate argument to prove that they think now just ns they did 20 years ago. It is charged to frailty or fraud when a man changes his sentiments in politics or in religion, and it is this determination of soul that so often drives back the Gospel from a man’s heart. It is so hard to make avarice charitable, and fraud honest, and pride humble, aud skepticism Christian. The sword of God’s truth seems to glance off from those mailed warriors, and the heralet seems battle-proof against God’s battleax. But childhood; how susceptible to example and to instruction! You are not surprised at the record: “Abraham begat Isaac, and Isaac begat Jacob;” for when religion starts in a family, it is apt to go all through. Jezebel a murderess, you are not surprised to find her son Jehoram attempting assassination. Oh, what a responsibility upon the parent and the teacher! The musician touches the keys, and the response of those keys is away off ainidthe pipes and the chords, and you wander at the distance between the key and the chord. And so it is in life; if you touch a child, the results will come back from manhood or old age, telling just the tune played, whether the dirge of a great sorrow or the anthem of a great joy. The word that the Sabbathschool teacher will this afternoon whisper in the ear of the class will be echoed back from everlasting ages of light or darkness. The homo and the school decide the republic or the despotism; the barbarism or the civ:lization;’the upbuilding of an empire; or the overthrowing of it. Higher than parliament or congress are the school and the family, and the sound of a child's foot may mean more than the tramp of a host. What, then, are you doing for the purpose of bringing your children into the kingdom of God? If they are so susceptible, and if this is the very best time to act upon their eternal interests, what are yon doing by way of right impulsion? There were some harvesters in the field of Scotland one hot day; and Hannah Lemond was helping them gathCjr the hay. She laid her babe under a tree. While she was busy in the field, their was a flutter of wings in the air, and a golden eagle clutched the swaddling band of the babe, and flew away with it to the mountain eyrie. All the harvesters and Hannah Lemond started for the cliffs. It was two miles before they came to the foot of the elff.s. Getting there, who dared to mount the cliff? No human foot had ever trod it There were sailors there who had gone up the day of terrible temptest; they did dare risk it Hannah Lemond sat there for awhile and looked up and saw the eagle in the eyrie, and then she leaped to her feet, and she started up where no human foot had ever trod, crag after crag, catching bold of this root or that root, until she reached the eyrie and caught her babe, the eagle swooping in fierceness all around her. Fastening the child to her back, she started for her friends and for home. O, what a dizzy descentl sliding from this crag to that crag, catching by that vine and by that root, coming down further and further, to the most dangerous pass, where she found a goat and some kids. She said: “Now I’ll follow that goat; the goat will know f&t which is the safest way down;” and she was led by the animal down to the plain. When she got there, all the people cried: “Thank God, thank God!” herstrength not glVing way until the rescue was effected. And they cried; “Stand back. now. Give her air!” O, if a woman will do that for the physical life of her child, what will you do for the eternal life of your boy and your girl” Let it not he told In the great dav of eternity that Hannah Lemond put forth more exertion for the saving of the phvsieal life of her child than vou, O, parent, have ever put forth for the eternal life of your little one. God help you! The grasp which the child has over the parent's heart is seen in what the parent will do for the child. Storm and darkness and heat and eoid are nothing to you if they stand between vou and your child's, welfare. A great lawyer, when yet unknown, one day stood in the circuit room and made an eloquent plea before spine men ofgreat letral attainments, and a gentleman said to him afterward! “How could you be so calm standing in that August presence? “Oh,” said Ermine “I felt my ehi'dr<-u pull-

ing at my shirts and cjry ing for bread.” What stream will you not swim, what cavern will you not enter, what battle will you not fight, what hunger will you not endure for your children? Your children must have bread, though you starve. Your children must bo well clothed though you go in rags. You say: “My children must be educated, though 1 never had any chance.” What to j-ou arg. weary limbs and aching head, and hands hardened and callous, if only the welfare of your children can be wrought out by it? Their sorrow is your "sorrow, their joy is your joy, their advancement your victory. And, oh, when the last sickness comes, how you fight back the march of disease, and it is only after a tremendous struggle that you surrender. And then, when the spirit has fled, the great deep is broken up, and Rachel will not be comforted because her children are not, and David goes up the palace stairs, crying: “O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, ray soul” There is not a large family, or hardly a large that has not bent over such a treasure and lost Iu the family fold is there no dead lamb? I have seen many such cases of sorrow. There is one pre-eminent in my memory as a pastor—Seoville Haynes McCollum. The story of his death has brought hundreds unto God. ne lAlonged to my parish in the west. A thorough boy, nine or * tsn years of age. Nothing morbid, nothing dull about him. His voice loudest and his foot swiftest on the playground. Often he has come into my house aud thrown himself down on the floor in an exhaustion of boisterous mirth; and yet he was a Christian, consecrated to God, keeping llis commandments. That is the kind of childish piety I believe in. When the days of sickness came suddenly and he was told that he could not .get well, lie said: “Jesus alone can save me. Jesus will save me. Ho has saved me. Don’t cry, mamma. I shall go right straight up to Heaven.” And then they gave him a glass of water to cool his hot lips and “Mamma, I shall take a draught from the water of life after awhile, of which if one drink he shall never get thirsty again. I lay myself at Jesus’ feet and 1 want Him to do just what He thinks best to do with me.” In those days, “Rest for the Weary” was anew hymn, and lie had learned it; and in a perfect ecstasy of soul, in his last hour, h# cried out: In the Christian's home In glory There remains a land ol rest; There my Saviour’s gone before m* To Blfull my soui’s request; There is rest for the weary, There is rest for you. Sing, O sing, ye heirs of glory, Shout your triumphs as you go; Zion’s gates are open for you. You shall tlnd an entrance through. There is rest for the wearyOh, there is nothing sad about a child's death save the grief iu the parents’ heart. You see the little ones go right out from a world of sin or suffering to a world of joy. How many sorrows they escape, haw many-tempta-tions, how many troublesl Children dead are safe. Those that live are in peril. We know not what dark path they may take. The day may come in which they will break your heart; but children dead are safe—safe forever. Weeping parents, do not mourn too bitterly over your child has gone. There are two kinds of prayers made at a child’s sickbed. One prayer the Lord likes; the other prayer He does not like. When a soul kneels down at a child’s sickbed and says: “0, Lord, spare this little one; he is very near to my heart; 1 don’t want to part with him, but Thy will be done” —that is the kind of a prayer the Lord loves. There is another kind of prayer which I have heard men make in substance when they say: “O Lord, this isn’t right; it is hard to take this child; you have no right to take this child; spare this child; 1 can’t give him up, and I won’t give him up.” The Lord answers that kind of a prayer sometimes. The child lives on and lives on, and travels off in paths of wickedness to perish. ' At the end of every prayer for a child’s life "say; “Thy will, O, Lord, be done.” The brightest lights that can be kindled Christ has kindled. Let us, old and young, rejoice that Heaven is gathering up so much that is attractive. In that far land we are not stranger* There are those there who speak our name day by day, and they wonder why so long we tarry. If I could count up the names of all those who have gone out from these families into the Kingdom of Heaven, it would tfike me all day to mention their names. A great multitude before the throne. You loved them once; you love them now; and ever and anon you think yoir hear their voices calling you Upward. Ah, yes, they have gone out from all these families, and you want no book to tell you of the dying experience of Christian children. Yon have heard it; if it has been whispered in your ear. O father, O mother, O brother, O sister. Toward that good land all Christians are bearing. This snapping of heart strings, this flight of years, this tread q| the heart, reminds us that vve are passing away. Under spring blossoms, and through summer harvests, and across autumnal leaves, and through the wintry snow banks, we are passing on. 0, rejoice at it, children of God, rejoice! How we shall gather them up, the loved and the lost! Before we mount our throne, before we drink of the fountain, before we strike the harp of our eternal celebration, wc wIH cry out: “Where are our beloved and lost?” Aud then, how we shall gather them up! Ob, how we shall gather them upl In ihe dark world of sin and pain We only meet to part again; But when we reach the Heavenly short We there ahull meet to part no more. The hope that we shall see that day Should chase our present griefs sway: When these short years of pain are past We ll meet before Me throne si lash

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