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The Christian World Rejoices Over
A Redeemed Soul,
And Heaven Smiles When the Lost Has
JHeen Found—Sermon by Kev. T. DeWitt
Talmage, I). D.
Kansas City, Mo., March 20.—Rev T: De-
Witt Talinage, D. D., preached in the Sec
ond Presbyterian Church of this place this
morning. He arrived here yesterday from
Bt. Louis, and is stopping over Sunday,
on his way to Topeka, Kas. After ex
pounding an‘appropriate chapter, he gave
out the hymn beginning:
"Jesus, lover of my soul.
Let me to Thy bosom fly.”
His subject was “Cheer for the Dis
heartened,” and his text, Psalm cxiii., v.
4: “No mfin cared for my soul.” Dr. Tal
mage said; “David, the rubicund lad, had
become the battle-worn warrior. Three
thousand armed'men in pursuit of him, he
had hidden in the cave of Engedi, near the
coast of the Dead Sea.. Utterly fagged out
with the pursuit, as you have often been
worn out with the trials of life, he sat
down and cried out: ‘No man cared for
my soul.’
If you should fall through a hatchway, ;
or slip frojp a scaffolding, or drop through j
a skylight, there would be hundreds of
people who would coine around and pick
up your body aud carry it home or to the ;
hospital. I saw a great crowd of people
in the streets, and 1 asked, “What is the.
matter!” and 1 found out that a poor la- |
boring man had fallen under sunstroke,
and all our eyes were filled with tears i
at the thought of his distracted wife
and his desolated home. We are all
sympathetic with physical disaster, but
how little sympathy for spiritual woes!
There are men in this house who have
come to middle-life who have never yet
been once personally accosted about their j
eternal welfare. A graat sermon, drop
ped into an audience of hundreds of thou
sands, will do its work; but if this world
is ever to be brought to God it will be
through little sermons, preached to pri
vate Christians —to an audience of one.
The sister’s letter post-marked at the
village; the word uttered in your hearing,
half of smiles and half of tears; the
religious postscript to a business
letter; the card left at the door t when
you had some kind of trouble; the
anxious look of some one across a church
aisle while an earnest sermon was being
preached, swung you into the kingdom of
God. But there are hundreds of people in
this house who will take the word that
David used in The past tenso and employ it
in the present tense, and cry out: “No
man cares for my soul.” You feel as you
go out day by day in the tug and jostle
of life that it is every man for him-
Belf. You can endure the pressure of
commercial affairs, and would consider it
almost impertinent for any one to ask
you whether you are making or losing
money but there have been times when
you would have drawn your check for
thousands of dollars if some one would
only help your soul out of its perplexities.
The re are questions about your higher
destiny that ache, and distract, anjl ago
nize you at times. Let no one suppose
that because you are busy all day with
hardware, or dry goods, or groceries,
or grain, that your thoughts are no lon
ger than your yard-stick, and stop at
the brass-headed nails of the store coun
ter. When you speak once about re
ligious things you think five thousand
times. They call you a worldling. You
arc not a worldling. Of course you are in
dustrious and keep busy, but you havo
had your eyes opened to the realities of
the. next world. You are not a fool. You
know better than any one can tell you that
a few years at most will wind up your
earthly engagements, and that you will
take residence in a distant, sphere where
all your business adroitness will be a
superfluity. You sometimes think till your
head aches about religious subjects. Y'ou
go down the street with your eyes
fixed bn the pavement, oblivious of
the passing multitudes, your thoughts
gone on eternal expedition. You
wonder if the Bible is true, how much
of it is literal and how much o.f it is figu
rative, if Christ be God, if there is any
thing like retribution, if you are immortal,
if a resurrection will ever take place, what
the occupation of your departed kindred
is, what you will be ten thousand years
from now. With a cultured placidity of
countenance you are on fire with agitations
of soul. Oh, this solitary anxiety of your
whole life-time. You have sold goods to
or bought them from Christian people
for ten years, and they have
never whispered one word of spiritual
counsel. You have passed up aud down
the aisles of churches with men who knew
that you had no hope of heaven, and talked
about the weather, and about your physical
health, .and about everything but that con
. cernmg which you most wanted to hear
them speak, namely, your everlasting
spirit. Times without number you have
felt in your heart, if you have not uttered
it with your lips: “No man cares for my
soul.”
There have been times when von were
espceia.iy pliable un the great subject of
religion. It was so, for instance, after you
had lost your property. You had a great
many letters blowing you up for being
unfortunate. You showed that, there bad
been a concatenation of circumstances,
and that your insolvency was nofaultof
yours. Your creditors talked to you as
though they would have a hundred cents
on a dollar or your life. Protest after pro
test tumbled in on your desk. Men who
used to take your hand with both of theirs
and shake it violently now pass you on the
6treet with an almost imperceptible nod.
After six or eight hours, of scalding bus
iness anxiety you go home, and shut the
door, and throw yourself on the sofa, and
you feel in a state of despair. You wish
that some one would come in and break up
the gloom. Every thing seems to be
against you. The bank against you. Your
credit. rs against you. Your friends sud
denly become critical against you. All the
past against you. All the future against
you. You make reproachful outcry: “No
man cares for my soul.”
Ihere was another occasion when all the
doors of your heart swung open for sacred
influences. A bright light went out
in your household. Within three or four
days there were compressed sickness,
death, obloquies. Y'ou were so lonely
that a hundred people coming into the
house dfS not break up the solitari
ness. You were almost killed with
the domestic calamity. A few formal,
perfunctory words of consolation were
uttered oq the stairs before you went to
the grave; but you wanted somd one to
come am: talk over the whole matter, and
recite deviations, and decipher the
lessons ot the dark bereavement. No one
came. Many a time you could not sleep
until two or three o’clock in the morning,
and then your sleep was a troubled dream,
in which was re-enacted all the scenes of
sickhess, and parting, and dissolution.
Oh, what days and nights they were! No
man seemed to care for your soul.
There was another time when your heart
was very susceptible. There was a great
awakening. There were hundreds of peo
ple who pressed into the Kingdom of God;
some of them acquaintances, some busi
ness associates; yes, perhaps some mem
bers of your’own family wero baptized by
sprinkling or immersion. Christian people
thought of you and they called at your
store, but you were out on business. They
stopped at your house; .you had gone
around to spend the evening. They sent a
kindly message to you; somehow by acci
dent, you did not get it. The life-boat of
the gospel swept through the -surf and
everybody seemed to get in but you.
Every thing seemed to escape you.
One touch of personal sympathy would
have pushed you into the kingdom of God.
When on communion day your friends
went In, and your sons and daughters
went into-thc church, you buried your face
in your handkerchief aud sobbed: “Why
am I left out? Every body seems to get
saved but me. No man cares for my
soul.”
Hearken to a .revelation I have to make
It is a startling statement. It will so sur
prise you that I must prove it as I go on.
Instead of this total indifference all about
you, in regard to your soul, I have to tell
you that Heaven, earth and licll are after
your immortal spirit—earth to cheat it, hell
to destroy it, Heaven to redeem it. Al
though you may he a stranger to the
Christians in this house their faces would
glow and their hearts would bound if they
saw you make one step heavenward.
So intricate and far-reaching is this
wot _'f sympathy that I could by one word
rousi a great many prayers 'n your be
half. No one cares for your soul! Why,
one ignal of distress on your part would
thrirj this audieoce with holy excitement.
If a boat in any harbor should get in dis
tress. from the men-of-war. and from the
sloops, and from the steamers the flying
paddles would pull to the rescue. And if
now you would lift one signal of distress
all these voyagers of eternity would bear
down toward bring you relief.
Bat, no.
lire at sea. They keep thm hatches
down, and the captain is frenzied, and he
gives orders that no one hail the passing
ships. He says: “I shall either land this
VPjsel in Hamburg or on the bottom of the
ocean, and I don’t care which.” Yonder
is a ship of the White Star Line passing.
Yonder one of .the National Line. Yonder
one of the Cunard Line. Yonder one of
the 3Miian Line. But they know
not is any calamity happen
ijy? on that one vessel. Oh! if the
cSitain would only put his trumpet to his
lij and cry out: “Lower your boats! Bear
d!?wn this way! We are burning up!
Five! Fire!” No. No. No signal is given.
If that vessel perishes, having hailed ho
one, whose fault will it be! Will it be the
fault Of the ship tbat-hid its calamity, or
will it be the fault, of the vessels that,
passing on the high seas, would have been
glad to furnish relief if it had been only
asked? Jn other words, my brother, If
you miss Heaven it will be your own
fan It.
No one care for your soul! Why, in all
the ages there have been men whose en
tire business was soul-saving. In this
work, Munson went-down under the knives
of the cannibals whom he had.come to
save, and Robert MeCheyne preached him
self to death by thirty years of age, and
John Bunyan was thrown into a dungeon
in Bedfordshire, and Jehudi Ashman ea
dured all the malarias of the African jun
gle; and there are hundreds and thousands
of Christian men and women now who are
praying, toiling, preaching, living, dying
to save souls.
No one care for your soul! Have you
heard how Christ feels about it? I know
it was only live or six miles from Bethle
hem to Calvary—the birthplace and death
place of Christ—but who can tell how
many miles it was from the yirone to the
manger? How many miles down, how
many miles back again? The place of His
departure was the focus of all
splendor and pomp. All the thrones
facing His throne. His name the
chorus in every song and the inscrip
tion on every banner. His landing place
a cattle pen, malodorous with unwashed
brutes, and dogs growling in and out of
the stable. Born of a weary mother who
had journeyed eighty miles in severe
unheaith that she might find the
right place for the Lord’s nativity—
born, not as other Princes, under the
Hash of a chandelier, but under a lantern
swung by a rope to the roof of the barn.
In that place Christ started to save you.
Your name, your face, your time, your
eternity in Christ’s mind. Sometimes
traveling on mule’s back to escape old
Hcrod’s-raa-ssacre, sometimes attempting
nervous sleep on the chilly hillside, some
times earning his breakfast by the car
pentry of a plow. In Quarantina the
stones of the field, by their shape and
color, looking tike tho loaves of bread,
tantalizing his hunger. Yet all the time
keeping on after you.
With drenched coat treading the surf of
Genessaret. Howled after by a blood
thirsty mob. Denounced as a drunkard.
; Mourning over a doomed city, while others
shouted at the sight of shimmering towers.
I All the time coming on and coming oa to
save you. being a traitor
iagainst government, perjured witnesses
swearing their souls away to insure his
butchery. Flogged, spit on,jslapped in the
face, and then hoisted on rough lumber, in
the sight of earth, and Heaven, and
hell, to purchase your eternal
emancipation From the first infant step
to the last step of manhood on the sharp
spike of Calvary, a journey for you. Oh,
how he cared for your soul! By dolorous
arithmetic add up the stable, the wintry
tempest; the midnight dampness, the ab
stinence of forty days from food, the bru
tal Sanhedrim, the Heights of Golgotha,
across which all the hatreds of earth and
all the furies of hell charged with their
bayonets, and then dare to say again that
no one cares for your soul.
A young man might as well go off" from
home and give his father and mother no
intimation as to where he has gone, and
crossing the seas, sitting down in some
foreign country, cold, sick and hungry and
lonely, saying: “My father and mother
don’t care any thing about me.” Do not
care -any thing about him! Why, that
father’s hair, has turned gray since his son
went off. He has written to all the consuls
In the foreign ports asking about that son.
Does not the mother care any thing about
him?. He has her heart. She
has never smiled since he went away.
All day long and almost all night she
keeps asking: “Where.ishe| Where can
he be!” He is the first thought in her
prayer and the last thought in her prayer
—the first thought in_the mornipg and the
last thought at night. She says: “O,
God, bring back my boy! I must see him
again before I die. Where is he? I must
see him again before I die.” Oh, do not
his father and mother care for him? You
go away from your Heavenly Father, and
you think he does not care for you because
you will not even read the letters
by which he invites you to come
back, while all Heaven Is waiting, and
waiting, and waiting for you- to return.
A young man said to his father: “lam
going off; I will write to you at the end of
seven years and tell yon where I-ani.”
Many years have passed along since that
son went away, and for years the father
has been going to the depot in the village
on the arrival of every train, and when he
hears the whistle in the distance he is
thrilled with excitement, and he waits un
til all the passengers have come out, and
then he waits until the train has gone
clear out of sight again, and then he
goes home, hastening back to the next
train; and he will be at every train until
that son comes back, unless the son waits
until the father be dead. But oh, the
greater patience of God! He has been
waiting for you, n#t seven years, not nine
years, but for some of you twenty years,
thirty years, forty years, fifty years—
waiting, calling—waiting, calling, until
nothing but omnipotent patience could
have endured it. Oh, my brother! do not
take the sentiment of my text as your sen
timent. We do care for your soul.
One Sabbath night years ago in my
church in Brooklyn, a young man appeared
at the end of the platform, and he said to
me: “1 have just come off the sea.” 1 said:
“When did you arrive?” Said he: “I
came into port this afternoon. I was in a
great ‘blow’ off Cape Hatteras this last
week, and I thought that I might as well
go to Heaven as to hell. I thought the
ship would sink; but, sir, 1 never serious
ly thought about my soul until to-night.”
I said to him: “Do you feel that Christ
is able and willing to save you ? ”
“Oh, yes,” he replied, “I do.” “Well,” I
said, “now are you willing to come and be
saved by Him?” “I am,” he said. “Well,
will you now, in the prayer we are about
to offer, give yourself to God for time and
eternfty?” “I will,” he said. Thon we
knelt in prayer, and after we had got
through praying, he told me that the great
transformation had taken place. I could
not doubt it. He is on the sea now. I do
not know what other port he may gain or
lose, but 1 think he will gain the harbor of
Heaven.
“Star of peace, beam o'er the billow,
Bless the soul that sifths for Thoe;
Bless the sailor's lonely pillow,
Far, far at Sea.”
It was a sudden conversion with him
that night. Oh that it might be sudden
conversion with yqu to-day ! God can save
you in one month as well as he can in a
century. There are 6Udden deaths, sudden
calamities, sudden losses. Why not sud
den deliverances? God’s spirit is infinite
in speed. He comes here with omnipotent
powar, and h| is ready here and now, in
stantanouslvj and forever, to save your
soul. that a multitude of you
will to-day come to God, I feel you
are coming, and you will bring along your
families and your friends with you. They
have heard in Heaven already of the step
you are about to take. The news has been
cried along the golden streets, and has
rung out from the tower: “A soul saved 1
A soul saved !’* But there is some one here
to-day who will reject this gospel. He
will stay out of the kingdom of God him
self. He will keep his family and his
friends out. It is a dreadful thing for a
man just to plant hirflself in the way of
life, then keep his children back, keep
back his companion in life, keep back his
business partners—refuse to go into
Heaven himself, and refuse to let others go
in. A young man’s decision.
A young man, at the close ef a religious
service, was asked to decide the matter of
his soul’s salvation. He said: “I will not
do it to-night.” Well, the .Christian man
kept talking with him, and he saol: “1
insist that to-night you either take God
or reject him.” '‘Well,” said the young
man, “if you put it in that way, I will re
ject him. There now, the matter’s set
tled ” On his way home on horseback, he
knew not that a tree had fallen aslant the
road, and he was going at full speed,
and he struck the obstacle and dropped
lifeless. That night his Christian mother
heard the riderless horse plunging about
the barn, and mistrusting something ter
rible was the matter, she went out and
came to the place where her son lay, and
she cried out: “O, Henry! dead, and not
a Christian. Oh, my son, my son, dead,
and not a ChristUq. Henry ! Henry?
dead, and not a Christian.” God keep us
from such a catastrophe.
VOL. IV—NO. 5,
QUARTERLY REVIEW.
International Sunday-School Lesson tot
March 27, 1887.
[Specially arranged from S. S. Quarterly.)
1. Text— Gen. 18:17-26.
The Scripture lesson selected is ex
plained under Lesson 8 of the eurrenl
quarter. But as a class can take up but
one lesson, it seems best to combine the re
view and the lesson on missions, since the
whole quarter’s lessons have a missionary
application.
Golden Text— Go ye into all the world
and preach the Gospel to ovory creature.—
Mark 16:15.
Obntral. Truth—A world lying in wick
edness needs the Gospel of Jesus.
QUESTIONS.
Tims—Over how long a period of time do
the lessfna of the quarter extend?
PLA*Sf-fb yfciat dount+ies did the eventa
take place?
Bible— How large a part of the Bible
could have been known during the first
2,500 years of the human race?
Events— What were the leading events
of the Quarter?
Persons—Name the principal persons
about whom we have studied.
Subject —The Progress of the Kingdom
of God.
L The World , God'* by Creation (Less. 1)
—Who is the Creator of the world? Whom
therefore should all men worship? Do
they worship Him? How does this lesson
show that all men are brethren? How is
this fact an argument for missions?
2. Sin has come upon All (Less. 2, 3) —How
did men come to be bad? Have wo all like
temptations with Adam and Eve? Have all
committed like sins? What example of sin
did Cain exhibit? Are men still sinful?
Do they need a redeemer? What argument
in this for missions?
b. Ana Death by Sin (Less. 4, 9) —How
were nearly all the people once destroyed!
What city and region was destroyed in an
other way! Why did destruction coma
upon them? Are all sinners everywhere
exposed to dosti uction! What argument
in this for missions?^
4. Our Brother ’* Keeper (Less. 8,8)
What did Cain say when asked where his
brother was? Are we our brother’s keeper!
What argument in this for missions?
What example df brotherly love did Abra
ham set us!
5! The Kingdom ot God (Lees. 1,2, 4,5, 7)
—What does Less. 1 teach us as to what
God would have all men to be and to enjoy?
What promise of a Redeemer in Less. 2!
What illustration or example of salvation
in Less. 4? What beginning of the King
dom was made in Less. 5? What covenant
and promise in Less. 7? How do missions
aid in fulfilling this promise?
6. Prayer (Less. 8, 11, 12)—What example
of prayer for others in Less. 8! Should we
pray as earnestly for all the world ? What
answer to prayer in Less. 11? Will such
prayer hasten the Kingdom of God?
7. Consecration (Less. 8, 10, 11, 12) —How
many good people would have saved
Sodom? What docs Christ say of Chris
tians now? (Matt 5, IS, 14) What pro
portion of his property did Jacob conse
crate to God? If all should do the same
now would the Kingdom of God come soon?
How did Abraham show his faith and con
secration to God? What experience was
the beginning of a better life in Jacob?
Will new consecration of ourselves to God
aid his Kingdom to come?
TEMPERANCE LESSON.
Titi,b and Text—Paradise Lost. Gen.
3:1-Ik •
This lesson Is based upon Lesson 2 of the
quarter, and can be made a Review as well
as a Temperance-lesson.
Golden Text— Whereby are given unto
us exceeding great and precious promises;
that by these ye might bo partakers of the
Divine nature, having escaped the cor
ruDtion that is in the world through lust.
—2 Pet. 1:4.
Central Truth—Paradise lost by yielding
to appetite.
Time—B. C. 4,000, soon arter the crea
tion of Adam.
Place— The Garden of Eden.
Persons—Our first-parents.
The Stort —Bee Less. 2.
Man made for Paradise, and Paradise
roK Man —Man made to be hippy, good, re
ligious, and to have an abundance of inno
cent enjoyments.
The Limit — The tree of knowledge of good
and evil. All moral beings necessarily ex
posed to temptati >n. There are limits to
eating and drinking, both as to kind and
amount. Whatever injures us or other peo
ple must be let alone.
The Tempter— Satan, and Satan’s serv
ants. “Woe unto him that putteth the bot
tle to his neighbor’s lips.”
The Temptation— (l) In the guise of in
nocence ; (2) an appeal to false independ
ence; (3) concealing the danger; (4) many
false, deceitful promises of good.
Circe’s Palace— Homer represents Ulys
ses and his band as coming to a place where
lived a most beautiful enchantress. Her
palace was full of all delight. Her table
was spread with delicious viands; but who
soever ate at her table was, by a wave of
her hand, changed into a beast, and driven
out from the palace into their appropriate
place. _
No Lie in Nature.
There is no lie in naturo, no discord in the
revelations of science, in the laws of the
universe. Infinite, pure, unfallen earth
supporting Titans, fresh as the morning of
creation, those great laws endure; your
only true democrats, too—for nothing is too
great or too small for them to take note of.
No tiniest gnat or speck of dust hut they
feed it, guide it and preserve it. Hail and
snow, wind and vapor, fulfilling their
Maker’s word; and, like him, too, hiding
themselves from the wise and prudent, and
revealing themselves unto babes. It is the
child-like, simple, patient, reverent heart
which science at once demands and culti
vates. To prejudice or hate, to self-eoaeeit
or ambition, she proudly shuts her treas
uries—to open them to men of humble
heart, whom this world thinks, simple
dreamers—her Newtons and Owens and
Faradays. —Farm and Fireside.
Promptness of Teachers.
The teacher of a class of restless boys in
the Sunday-school who is just on time in
taking his seat at the opening of the Bun
day-schooi, is behind time. If such boys
are in their place, and get matters fairly
in hand before the teacher is in his place,
they are iikeiy to keep the leal after that,
in spite of inm. In order to bo on time in
the Bunday-scnool, a teacher must be ahead
of time, —»V. <S>. Times.
The highest exercise of charity Is char) ty
to the uuotmri table.— MuckminUUr..