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Death in Life and Life in Death.

Death in Life and Life in Death.

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BY HUGH SMITH CARPENTER.



WE have seen that he alone can claim a deathless
life whose life motives outreach the ranges of a
mortal lot Is there then any perishing from the Mak-
er's sight ? Can any creature die to his Creator ? In
the realm of nature, over which man is invested with
high priesthood as the representative of God, you may
see illustrated a death in which existence has not ter-
minated.
BY HUGH SMITH CARPENTER.



WE have seen that he alone can claim a deathless
life whose life motives outreach the ranges of a
mortal lot Is there then any perishing from the Mak-
er's sight ? Can any creature die to his Creator ? In
the realm of nature, over which man is invested with
high priesthood as the representative of God, you may
see illustrated a death in which existence has not ter-
minated.

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DEATH I LIFE AD LIFE I DEATH. BY HUGH SMITH CARPETER. WE have seen that he alone can claim a deathless life whose life motives outreach the ranges of a mortal lot Is there then any perishing from the Mak- er's sight ? Can any creature die to his Creator ? In the realm of nature, over which man is invested with high priesthood as the representative of God, you may see illustrated a death in which existence has not ter- minated. A tree is dead to your eye, not by passing out of your sight or beyond your reach, but by ceasing to exhibit the properties which living trees exhibit — the foliage, the sap, the fruit, the freshening beauty and stately strength. In the same way a man may be dead in the eyes of the law who has no legal recognition, no acknowledged rights and duties, or politically dead who transfers his allegiance to a foreign power. The death of jour child lies before you. In what sense is it dead ? DEATH I LIFE AD LIFE I DEATH. 47 Why do you turn away distracted from that death beauty ? For the reason that there is no child to you there. It is not your child, and it would not be if another soul were to take possession of the same form. There is no tone of child-love. There is no glance of blood to blood, to kindle the tie. So a man may cease to be a man to his Maker ; a soul can die to its God. The alienation must be mutual. On the one hand the spirit ceases to recognize him. The Divine Presence is receding. Glory becomes impalpable and dim, God- head impersonal, unreal. At the same time, the crea- ture changes in the sight of the Creator, and dies to his view even here, — as a leaf dies in your sight, still flut-
 
tering on the tree. When the human heart ceases to be a willing subject and a loving child of God, it does not perish from existence, but it does perish from recog- nition. Certainly God can not recognize as a child, one who is a foe. The Almighty holds the Spirit still. It lies within his territory of providential purpose, of in- finite arrangement, and of universal law, as the dead tree stands on your acre, as the dead form is stretched passively before you I But there flashes no glance from the dead eye ; there breathes no murmur from the ca- daverous lip of such a heart. God hails no responsive life. The man dies to him and he dies to the man. Imagine this a Godless world. Find a Godless home in this world. Pause in a Godless moment. In this you see the import of spiritual death and trace in its 48 DEATH I LIFE AD LIFE I DEATH. development a death eternal. There are spirits to whom the Almighty seems to be waning every day. He looks not so almighty, so glorious in holiness as he did awhile ago. He looks wan, like the sun in a watery sky. The personal knowledge of a personal God is a thing of the Past to their thought, or only a thing of the Possible Future. Philosophy is vital. Po- etry is ardent. Morality is busy. Beauty is fresh and glowing, but Divine Glory is cold and stark. God Almighty dies. Often when this stage is reached, there ensues a momentary sense of liberty and equality, there is drawn a long breath of relief and the memory or the ideality of a departing sovereignty is very dear to those who had said to the actual personality, Depart from us. Subjects will praise a dead monarch, who rebelled against his laws. You may make music on a a tombstone when you made dissonance in the life. And the human heart may cherish the image of a dying God, admiring his tracery upon the sky, his
 
works upon the earth, lingering in prostrate adoration before the imprint of his name in nature, rejoicing in the administration of his estate, exulting in the lavish legacies which he has left to man, chanting his requiem in complacent worship, and so erecting altars to the unknown God, while it despises him if he come to claim its duty or to test its love. Such existence is severed from the harmony of the Universe, like a lost star wandering from its sun, and so alien from the host DEATH I LIFE AD LIFE I DEATH. 49 of heaven. The soul can be dislodged from home in God's domain.. The tiniest flower lives and grows when rooted in the soil. By its slender filaments it is in union with the garden bed, with the garden, with the globe. Pluck its stalk, it is still a thing, but a dead thing in its rootless severance. So is a soul life- less to the Universe when it is sundered from its loyal place before the Universal King. You may have noticed a sohool of fish playing close to the shore, till suddenly, when the shallows perplexed and frightened them, they turned as by one impulse and glided swiftly out into the depths. That waa the thought of death to them. What to us is solid bank, is to them a mist, a void, a breathless nothing- ness, and chasmal end. So to those who live an earthly and sensuous life, God's beach of all Immensity ; God's bank of ever- lasting truth, is but the touch of doom, — the article of death. They know no God there. They flee shuddering away, and die at last. There is more death on this side the grave than on the other. The world is full of dead religions. Pagans confess it Brahm is dead; Budh is dead;

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