Rensselaer Republican, Volume 28, Number 7, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 October 1895 — TALMAGE’S SERMON. [ARTICLE]

TALMAGE’S SERMON.

HE PREACHES ON THE SACRIFICE OF ABRAHAM. •‘The Lamb of God Who Takes Away the Sins of theTWorld”—A. Remarkably Powerful and Clear Bible Story —Abraham and Isaac. Lesson of a Rescue. In his sermon last Sunday Rev. Dr. Talmage chose for his subject Abraham's supreme trial of faith and the angelic rescue of Isaac from being offered his father as a sacrifice. The text was Genesis xxii., 7, “Behold the fire and the wood, but where is the lamb?” Here are Abraham and Isaac, the one a kind, old, gracious, affectionate father, the other a brave, obedient, religious son. From his bronzed appears nee you can tell that this son has been much in the Selds, and from his shaggy dress you know that he has been watching the herds. The mountain air has painted his cheek rubicund. lie is 20 or 25, or, as some suppose, 33 years of age, nevertheless a boy, considering the length of life to which people lived in those times and the fact that a soninever is anything but a boy to a father. I remember that my father used to come into the house when the children were home on some festal occasion and say, “Where are the boys?” although “the boys” were 25 and 30 and 35 years of age. So this Isaac is only a boy to Abraham,] and this father’s heart is in him. It is Isaac here and Isaac there. If there is any festivity around the lather’s tent, Isaac must enjoy it. It is Isaacs walk and Isaac’s apparel and Isaac's manners and Isaac’s prospects and Isaac's prosperity. The father’s heartstrings are ail wrapped around that boy, and wrapped again, unT til nine-tenths of the old man's life is in Isaac. I can just imagine -how lovingly .and proudly he looked-at his only son. A Burnt Offering. . Well, the dear old man had borne a great deal of trouble, and it had left its mark upon him. In hieroglyphics of the story was written from forehead to chin. But now his trouble seems all gone, and we are glad that he is very -soon to rest-forever.. If the old man shall

get decrepit, Isaac is strong enough to' wait on him. If the father gets dim of eyesight, Isaac will lead him by the hand. If the father become destitute, Isaac will earn him bread. How glad we are that the ship that has been in such a stormy sea is coming at last into the harbor. Are you not rejoiced that glorious old Abraham is through with his troubles? No, no! A thunderbolt! From that clear eastern sky there drops into that father’s tent q voice with an announcement enough to turn black hair white and to stun the patriarch into instairtrainrihiliatibn. God said, “Abraham!” The old man answered, “Here I am.” God snidto him, “Take thy son, thy only son Isaac, whom thou lovest, and get thee into the land of Moriah and offer him there as a burnt offering.” In other words, slay him, cut his body into fragments, put' the fragments on the wood, set fire to the wood and let Isaac’s body be consumed to ashes. “Cannibalism! Murder!” said some one. “Not so,” said Abraham. I hear him soliloquize: “Here is the boy on whom I have depended.' Oh, how I loved him! He was given in answer to prayer, and now must I surrender him? O Isaac, my son! Isaac, how shall I part with yon? But. then, It 18 always safer to do as God asks me to. I have been in dark places before, and God got me out. I will implicitly do as God has told me, although it is very dark. I can't see my way, but I know God makes no mistakes, anil to him I commit myself and my darling son ” Early in the morning there is a stir around Abraham’s tent. A beast of burden is fed and saddled. Abraham makes no disclosure of the awful secret At the break of day he says: “Come, come, Isaac, gef up! We are going off on a two or three days’ journey.” I hear the ffx hewing and splitting amid the wood until the sticks are made the right length and the right thickness, and then they are fastened on the beast of burden. They pass on—-there are four of them—Abraham, the father; Isaac, the soh; and two servants. Going along the road, I see Isaac looking up into his father’s face and saying: “Father, what is the matter? Are you not well? Has anything happened? Are you tired? Lean on my arm.” Then, turning around to the servants, the son says, JfAh, father is getting old, and he lias had trouble enough in other days to kill him!’* The Day of the Tragedy. The third morning has come, and it is the day of the tragedy. The two servants are left the beast of burden, while Abraham and his son Isaac, ns was the custom •of good people in these times, went up on the hill to sacrifice to the Lord. The wood is taken off the beast’s back and put on Isaac's back. Abraham has in one hand « pan of coals or a lamp, and in the other a sharp, keen knife. Here are all tho.applicauee for sacrifice, you sny. No, there is one thing wanting—there is no victimno pigeon, or heifer or lamb. Isaac, not knowing that he is to be the victim, looks up into his father’s face and asks a question which must have cut the old ninn to the bone—“My father!” The father said, “My son Isaac, here I am,” The son said, “Behold the fire and the wood, but where is the lamb?” The father’s lip quivered, and his heart fuiuted, and his knees knocked together, and his entire body, mind and soul shiver in sickening anguish ns he struggles to gain equipoise, for ho does not. wpnt to break down. And then he looks into Jkis son's face, with a thousand rushing tendernesses, and says, “My son, God will provide himself a lamb." The twain are now at the foot of the kill, the place which is to be famous for a most transcendent occurrence. They gather some stones out of the field and build an altar three or four feet high. Then they lake this wood off Isuac’a back and sprinkle it over the stones, so as to help and* invite the flame. The altar is dune—it is all done. Isaac has helped to build it. With his fnther he has discussed whether the top of the table is even and whether the wood is properly prepared. Then there is a pause. The son looks around to see if there is not some living animal that can be caught and butchered for the offering. Abraham tries to choke down his fatherly feelings and suppress his grief, in order that he may break to his son the terrific news that he is to be the victim. Ah! Isaac never looked more beautiful than on that day to his father. As the old ■nan ran his emaciated fingers through his •on’s hnir he said toTtimself: “How shall I give him up? What will his mother say when I come back without" my boy? I thought he would have been the comfort

'of my declining days. I thought he would 'Mare been the hope of ages to come. Beautiful and loving and yet to die under my own hand. O God, is there not some other sacrifice that will do? Take my life aud spare lris! Pour out my blood and save Isaac for his mother and the world!!’ But this was an inward struggle. The. father controls his feelings and looks into his son’* face and says. “Isaac, must I tell you all?” Hja son said: “Yes, father. I thought you had something on your mind. Tell it.” The father said, “My son Isaac, thou art the lamb!” “Oh,” you say, “why didn’t that yfung man, if he was 20 or 30 years of age, smite into the dust his infirm father? He could have done it.” All! Isaac knew by this time that the scene was typical of a Messiah who was to come, and so he made no struggle. They fell on each other’s necks and wailed out the parting. Awful and matchless scene of the wilderness. The rocks echo baek the breaking of their hearts. The cry: “My son! My son!” The answer: “Al.v father! My father!” ——

- The Arm as Goil,—, ; Do not compare this, as some people have, to Agamemnon, willing to offer up his daughter, Iphigenia, to plase the gods. There is nothing comparable to this wonderful obedience to the true God. You know that victims for sacrifice were always bound, so that they might not struggle away. Rawlings, the martyr, when he was dying for Christ’s sake, said to the blacksmith who held the manacles, “Fastens those chains tight now, for my flesh may struggle mightily.” So Isaac’s arms are fastened, his feet are tied. The old man, rallying all his strength, lifts “him on a pile of wood. Fastening a thong on one side of the altar, he makes it span the body of Isaac, and fastens the thong at the other side the altar, and another thong, and another thong. There is the lamp flickering in the wind, ready to be put under the brushwood of the altar. There is the knife, sharp and keen. Abraham— struggling with liis mortal feelings -on the one side and the commands of Got! on the other—takes that knife, rubs the flat of it on the palm of his hand, cries to God for help, comes up to the side of thp, altar, puts a parting kiss on the brow of his boy, takes a message from him for mother and home, and then, lifting the glittering weapon tor the plunge of the death stroke- his muscles knitting for the work—the hand begins to descend. It falls! Not on the heart of Isaac, but on the arm of God,- who nrrests the stroke, making the wilderness quake with the cry. “Abraham! Abraham! Lay not thy hand upon the lad nor do him any harm!”

What is this sound back in the woods! It is a crackling as of tree branches, a ‘bleating and a struggle. Go, Abraham, i and see what it is. Oh, it was a ram that. ' going through the woods, has its crooked horns fastened and entangled in the brushwood and could not get loose, and Abraham seizes it gladly and quickly unloosens Isaac from the altar, puts the ram on in his place, sets the lamp under the brushwood of the altar, and as the dense smoke of the sacrifice begins to rise the blood rools down the sides of the altar and drops hissing into the fire, and I hear the words, “Behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world.” Well, what are you going to get out of this? There is an aged minister of the gospel. He says: “I should get out of it that when God-tells you te~do a* thing, whether it seems reasonable to you or not. go ahead and doit.~Herc Abraham couldn’t have been mistaken. God didn’t speak so indistinctly thnt it was not certain whether he called Sarah or Abimelech or somebody else, but with divine articulation, divine intonation, divine emphasis, he said, ‘Abraham!’ Abraham rushed blindly ahead to do his duty, knowing that things would come out right. Likewise do so yourselves. There is a mystery of your life. There is, some burden you have to carry. You <j}on’t know why God has put it on you.l There is some persecution, some ItiM aad yrn don’t know why God allows 1L There |pl a work for you to do, and you have not enough grace, you think, to do it. Do as Abraham did. Advance, and do your whole duty. Be willing to give up Isaac, and perhaps you will not have to give up anything. ‘Jehovah-jireh’—the will provide.” A capital lesson this old minister gives us. God Will Provide. Out yonder in his house is an aged woman; The light of heaven in her face, she is half way through the door; she has her hand on the pearl of the gate. Mother, what would you get out of this subject? “Oh,” she says, “I would learn that it is in the last pinch that God comes to the relief. You see, the altar was ready, and Isaac was fastened on it, and the knife was lifted, and just at the last moment God broke In and Stopped proceedings. So it has been in my life of seventy years. Why, sir, there was a time when the flour was all out of the house, and 1 set the table at noon and had nothing to put on it, but live minutes of 1 o’clock a loaf of bread came. The Lord will provide. My son was very sick, and I said: ‘Dear Lord, yofl don’t meun to take him awtfy from me, do you? Please, Lord, don’t take him away. Why, there are neighbors who have three and four sons. This is my only son, this is my Isaac. Lord, you won’t take him away from me, will you?’ But I saw he was getting worse and worse all the time, and I turned round and prayed, until after awhjip 1 felt submissive, and I could say, ‘TBy' will, O Lord, be done!’ The doctors gave him up, apd we all gave him up. And. ns was the custom in those timeß, we had made the grave clothes, and we were whispering about the last exercises when I looked, and I saw some perspiration on his brow, showing thnt the fever bnd broken, and he spoke to us so naturally that I knew' lip, was going to get wclW He did get well, and my son Isaac, whom I thought was going to be slain and consumed of disease, was loosened from that altar. And, bless your souls, that’s been so for seventy years, und if my voice were Hot so weak, and if I could sec better, I could preach to you younger people a sermon, for though I, can’t see much I can see this: Whenever you get into a tough place, and your heart Ib breaking, if you will look a little farther into the woods you will see, caught in the branches, a substitute and a deliverance. ‘My son, God will provide himself a lamb.’ ” Thank you, mother, for that short sermou. I could to you for a minute or two apibsay, neV"p.dp you fear. I wish I had half ns good a hope <Vf heaven ns you have. Do not fear, raotoer. Whatever happens, no hprm will ever happen to you. 1 was going up a long Aqht of stairs, and I saw an aged womari| Very decrepit and with a cane, creeping on up. She made but rvt ry little progress, aid I felt very exuberant, and I said to her, “Why, mother, that is no wsy to go i.p stairs,” and I threw my anus around her

and carried her up and pnt her down on the landing at the top of the stairs. She said: “Thank you, thank you. lam very thankful.” Oh, mother, when you get through this life's Work and you want to go np stairs and rest in the good place that God has provided for you, you will not have to climb up—you will not have to crawl up painfully. The two arms that were stretched on the cross will be flung around you and von will be hoisted with a glorious life beyond all weariness and all struggle. May the God of Abraham and Isaac be with you until you see the Lamb on the hilltops. Tynical of Jesus. Now, minister has made a

suggestion and this aged woman has made a suggestion. I will make it sug-. gostien—lsaac going up the hill makes me think of the great sacrifice. Isaac, the only son of Abraham. Jesus, the only son of God. On those two “onlys” I build a tearful emphasis. O Isaac! O Jesus! But this last sacrifice was a more tremendous one. When the knife was lifted over Calvary, there was no voice that cried “Stop!” and no hand arresfetf it. Sharp, keen and tremendous, it cut nerve and artery until_the blood sprayed the faces of the executioners and the midday sun dropped a veil of cloud over its face because it could not endure the spectacle. O Isaac of Mount Moriah! O Jesus of Mount Calvary! Better could God have thrown away into iinihilation a thousand worlds than to have sacrificed his only Son. It was not one of ten sons —it was his only Son. If he had not given up him, you and I would have perished. “God so loved the world that ho gave his only”—I stop there, not because I have forgotten the quotation, but because I want to think. “God so loved the world that he gave' his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perishs-but have everlasting life.” Great God, break my heart at the thought of that sacrifice. Isaac the "only, typical of Jesus the only.

You see Isaac going up the hill and take the load off the boy? If he is going to die so soon, why not make his last hours easy? Abraham knew that in carrying that wood up Mount Moriah Isaae was to be a symbol of Christ carrying his own cross tip Calvary: I do not know ! how heavy That cross was—whether - if —waS- tnade of oak .or. acacia or Lebanon cedar. 1 suppose it may have weighed 100 or 200 or 300 pounds. That was the lightest part of the burcfbn. All the sins and. sorrows of the world were wound nrOfind that' cross. The heft of one, the heft qf two. worlds—earth and hell were on his shoulders. O Isaac, carrying the wood of sacrifice up Mount Moriah. Q Jesus, carrying the wood of sacrifice up Mount Calvary, the agonies of earth and hell wrapped around that cross. I shall never see the heavy load on Isaac’s back that I shall not think of the crushing load on Christ’s back. For whom that load? For you. For you. For me. For mo. Would that all the tears that we have wept over our sorrows had been saved until this morning, anjj, that we might now pour them out on the lacerated back and feet and heart of the Son of God. You say: “If this young man was 20 or 30 years of age, why did not he resist? Why was it not Isaac binding Abraham instead of Abraham binding Isaac? The muscle in Isaac's arm was stronger than the muscle in Abraham's withered arm. No young -man 25 years of ’ age--would submit to have his father fasten him to a pile of wood with intention of burning.” Isaac was a willing sacrifice, and so a typo of Christ who willingly came to save the world. If all the armies of heaven had resolved to force Christ put from the gate, they could not have done it. Christ was equal with God. If all the battalions- of glory had armed themselves and resolved to put Christ forth and make him come out. and save this world, they could not have succeeded in it. With one stroke he would have toppled over angelic and arehangelie dominion. A Willing Sacrifice. But there was one thing that, the omnipotent Christ could not stand. Our sorrows mastered him. He could not bear to see the world die without an offer of pardon and help, and if all heaven had armed itself to keep him back, if the gates ol life had been bolted and double barred, Christ would have flung the everlasting doors frpm their, hinges and Sprung forth, scattering the hindering hosts of lichven like chaff before the whirlwind, as ho cried: “Lo, I come to suffer! Lo, I come to die!” Christ—a willing sacrifice. Willing to take Bethlehem humiliation and sanhedrin outrage and whipping post maltreatment nnd Golgotha butchery. Willing to suffer. Willing to die. Willing to save. *"

How docs this affect you? Do not your very best impulses bound out toward this painstaking Christ? Get down at his feet, Oye people. Put your lips against the wound 00-his right foot and help kiss away the pang. Wipe the foam from his dying lip. Get under the cross until you feel the baptism of bis rushing tears. Take him into your heatft, with warmest love , and undying enthusiasm. By your resistances you have abused him long enough. Christ is willing to save you. Are you willing to be saved? It seems to me ns if this moment wer<? throbbing with the invitations of an all compassionate God. I have been told that the cathedral of St. Mark stands in a quarter in the center of the city t'f Venice, and thnt when the clock strikes 12 at noon all the birds from the city and the regions round about the city fly to the square and settle down. It came in this wise: A large hearted woman passing one noonday across the square saw some birds shivering in the cold, and she scattered some crumbs of bread among them. The next day at the same hour she scattered more crumbs of bread nmong them, and so on front year to year until the day of her death. In her wiil she bequeathed a certain amount of mouey to keep up the same practice, nnd now, at the first stroke of the bell at noon, the birdM|?gin to come there, and when the clock has struck 12 the square is covered with them. How beautifully suggestive. Christ comes out to feed thy sou! to-day. The more hungry you feel yourselves to be the better it is. It is noon, and the gospel clock strikes 12. Come in flocks! Come in droves to the window! All the air is filled with the liquid chime: Come! Come! Come!