THE IFS OF THE BIBLE. REV. DR. TALMAGE PREACHES FROM A TEXT NEVER BEFORE USED.

The Eloquent Preacher Defines and Analyzes a Great Variety of Ifs--Only Four Steps From a Stout Truth to a Blatant Unbelief--A Grand Prayer.

BROOKLYN, Nov. 19.--In the Taberna-

cle this morning Rev. Dr. Talmage delivered one of his most unique and useful sermons from a text never before preached from. Subject, "The 'Ifs' of the Bi-

ble." The text was Exodus xxxii, 32, "If thou wilt forgive their sin--and if not, blot me, I pray thee, out of thy book."

There is in our English language a small conjunction, which I propose by God's help to haul out of its present in-

significancy and set upon the throne where it belongs, and that is the conjunction "if." Though made of only two letters, it is the pivot on which everything turns. All time and all eternity are at its disposal. We slur it in our utterance, we ignore it in our appreciation, and none of us recognizes it as the most tremendous word in all the vocabulary outside of those words which describe deity. "If!" Why, that word we take as a tramp among other words, now appearing here, now appearing there, but having no value of its own, when it really has a millionairedom of worlds, and in its train walk all planetary, stellar, lunar, solar destinies. If the boat of leaves made watertight, in which the infant Moses sailed the Nile, had sunk, who would have led Israel out of Egypt? If the Red sea had not parted for the escape of one host and then come together for the submergence of another host, would the book of Exodus ever have been written? If the ship on which Columbus sailed for America had gone down in an Atlantic cyclone, how much longer would it have taken for the discovery of this continent? If Grouchy had come up with re-enforcements in time to give the French the victory at Waterloo, what would have been the fate of Europe? If the Spanish armada had not been wrecked off the coast, how different

would have been many chapters in English history? If the battle of Hastings, or the battle of Pultowa, or the battle of Valma, or the battle of Mataurus, or the battle of Arbela, or the battle of Chalons, each one of which turned the world's destiny, had been decided the other way! If Shakespeare had never been born for the drama, or Handel had never been born for music, or Titian had never been born for painting, or Thorwaldsen had

never been born for sculpture, or Ed-

munde Burke had never been born for eloquence, or Socrates had never been born for philosophy, or Blackstone had never been born for the law, or Copernicus had never been born for astronomy, or Luther had never been born for the reformation!

Oh, that conjunction if!" How much has depended on it! The height of it, the depth of it, the length of it, the breadth of it, the immensity of it, the infinity of it--who can measure? It would swamp anything but omnipotence. But

I must confine myself today to the "ifs" of the Bible, and in doing so I shall speak of the "if" of overpowering earnestness, the "if" of incredulity, the "if" of threat, the "if" of argumentation, the "if" of eternal significance, or so many of those "ifs" as I can compass in the time that may be reasonably allotted to pulpit discourse.

THE EARNEST "IF."

First, the "if" of overpowering earnestness. My text gives it. The Israelites have been worshiping an idol, not-

withstanding all that God had done for them, and now Moses offers the most vehement prayer of all history, and it turns upon an "if." "If thou wilt for-

give their sins--and if not, blot me, I pray thee, out of thy book." Oh, what an overwhelming "if?" It was as much as to say: "If thou wilt not pardon them, do not pardon me. If thou wilt not bring them to the promised land, let me never see the promised land. If they must perish, let me perish with them. In that book where thou recordest their

doom, record my doom. If they are shut out of heaven, let me be shut out of heaven. If they go down into darkness, let me go down into darkness."

What vehemence and holy reckless-

ness of prayer! Yet there are those here who, I have no doubt, have, in all their absorbing desire to have others saved, risked the same prayer, for it is a risk.

You must not make it unless you are willing to balance your eternal salvation on such an "if." Yet there have been

cases where a mother has been so anxious for the recovery of a wayward son that her prayer has swung and trembled and poised on an "if" like that of the text, "If not, blot me, I pray thee, out of thy book.

Write his name in the Lamb's Book of Life, or turn to the pages where my name was written 10 or 20 or 40 or 60 years ago, and with the black ink of

everlasting midnight erase my first name, and my last name, and all my name. If he is to go into a shipwreck, let me be tossed amid the same breakers. If

he cannot be a partner in my bliss, let me be a partner in his woe. I have for many years loved thee, O God, and it has been my expectation to sit with Christ and all the redeemed at the ban-

quet of the skies, but I now give up my promised place at the feast, and my promised robe, and my promised crown, and my promised throne unless John, unless George, unless Henry, unless my darling son can share them with me. Heaven will be no heaven without him. O God, save my boy or count me among the lost!"

That is a terrific prayer, and yet there is a young man sitting in the pew on the main floor, or in the lower gallery, or in the top gallery, who has already crushed such a prayer from his mother's heart.

He hardly ever writes home, or, living at home, what does he care how much trouble he gives her? Her tears are no more to him than the rain that drops

from the eaves of the house on a dark night. The fact that she does not sleep because of watching for his return late at night does not choke his laughter or hasten his step forward.

She has tried coaxing and kindness and self sacrificing and all the ordinary pray-

ers that mothers make for their children, and all have failed. She is coming toward the vivid and venturesome and terrific prayer of my text. She is going to lift her own eternity and set it upon that one "if," by which she expects to decide whether you will go up with her or she down with you. She may be this moment looking heavenward and saying, "O Lord, reclaim him by thy grace," and then adding that heart rending "if" of my text, "If not, blot me, I pray thee, out of thy book."

After three years of absence a son wrote his mother in one of the New Eng-

land whaling villages that he was com-

ing home in a certain ship. Motherlike, she stood watching, and the ship was in the offing, but a fearful storm struck it and dashed the ship on the rocks that night. All that night the mother prayed for the safety of the son, and just at

dawn there was a knock at the cottage door, and the son entered, crying out, "Mother, I knew you would pray me home!" If I would ask all those in this assemblage who have been prayed home to God by pious mothers to stand up, there would be scores that would stand, and if I should ask them to give testimony it would be the testimony of that New England son coming ashore from the split timbers of the whaling ship--"My mother prayed me home!"

THE "IFS" OF INCREDULITY. Another Bible "if" is the "if" of in-

credulity. Satan used it when Christ, vitality was depressed by 40 days' absti-

nence from food and the temper pointed to some stones, in color and shape like loaves of bread, and said, "If thou be the Son of God, command that these stones be made bread." That was appropriate, for Satan is the father of that "if" of incredulity. Peter used that same "if" when, standing on the wet and slippery deck of a fishing smack on Lake Galilee, he saw Christ walking on the sea as though it were as solid as a pavement of basalt from the adjoining volcanic hills, and Peter cried out, "If it be thou, let me come to thee on the water."

What a preposterous "if!" What human foot was ever so constructed as to walk on water? In what part of the earth did law of gravitation make exception to the rule that a man will sink to the elbows when he touches a wave of

river or lake, and will sink still farther unless he can swim? But here Peter looks out upon the form in the shape of a man defying the mightiest law of the uni-

verse--the law of gravitation--and standing erect on the top of the liquid. Yet the incredulous Peter cries out to the Lord, "If it be thou." Alas, for that in-

credulous "if!" It is working as power-

fully in the latter part of this nineteenth Christian century as it did in the early part of the first Christian century.

Though a small conjunction, it is the biggest block today in the way of the gospel chariot. "If!" "If!" We have

theological seminaries which spend most of their time and employ their learning and their genius in the manufacturing of "ifs." With that weaponry are as-

sailed the Pentateuch, and the miracles, and the divinity of Jesus Christ. Al-

most everybody is chewing on an "if." When many a man bows for prayer, he puts his knee on an "if." The door through which people psas into infidelity and atheism and all immoralities has two doorposts, and the one is made up of the letter "i" and the other of the let-

ter "f."

There are only four steps between strong faith and complete unbelief: First, surrender the idea of the verbal inspira-

tion of the Scriptures and adopt the idea that they were generally supervised by the Lord. Second, surrender the idea that they were all generally supervised by the Lord and adopt the theory that they were not all, but partly, supervised by the Lord. Third, believe that they are the gradual evolution of the age, and men wrote according to the wisdom of the times in which they lived. Fourth, believe that the Bible is a bad book and not only unworthy of credence, but pernicious and debasing and cruel.

Only four steps from the stout faith in which the martyrs died to the blatant caricature of Christianity as the greatest sham of the centuries. But the door to all that precipitation and horror is made out of an "if." The mother of unrests in the minds of Christian people and in those who regard sacred things is in the "if" of incredulity. In 1879, in Scotland, I saw a letter which had been written many years ago by Thomas Car-

lyle to Thomas Chalmers. Carlyle, at the time of writing the letter, was a young man, The letter was not to be published until after the death of Carlyle. His death having taken place, the letter ought to be published.

It was a letter in which Thomas Carlyle expresses the tortures of his own mind while relaxing his faith in Chris-

tianity, while at the same time he expresses his admiration for Dr. Chalmers, and in which Carlyle wishes that he had the same faith that the great Scotch minister evidently exercised. Nothing that Thomas Carlyle ever wrote in "Sartor Resartus," or the "French Revolution," or his "Life of Cromwell," or his im-

mortal "Essays," had in it more wondrous power than that letter which bewailed his own doubts and extolled the strong faith of another. I made an exact copy of the letter, with the understanding that it should not be published until after the death of Thomas Carlyle; but, returning to my hotel in Edinburgh, I felt uneasy lest somehow that letter should get out of my pos-

session and be published before its time. So I took it back to the person by whose permission I had copied it. All reasons for its privacy having vanished, I wish it might be published.

AN INCIDENT. Perhaps this sermon, finding its way into a Scottish home, may suggest its printing, for that letter shows more mightily than anything I have ever read the difference between the "I know" of Paul, and the "I know" of Job, and the "I know" of Thomas Chalmers, and the

"I know" of all those who hold with a firm grip the old gospel, on the one hand, and the unmooring, bestorming and torturing "if" of incredulity on the other. I like the positive faith of that sailor boy that Captain Judkins of the steamship Scotia picked up in a hurricane. "Go aloft!" said Captain Judkins to his mate, "and look out for wrecks."

Before the mate had gone far up the ratlines he shouted: "A wreck! A wreck!" "Where away?" said Captain Judkins. "Off the port bow," was the answer.

Lifeboats were lowered, and 40 men vol-

unteered to put out across the angry sea for the wreck. They came back with a dozen shipwrecked, and among them a boy of 12 years.

"Who are you?" said Captain Judkins. The answer was: "I am a Scotch boy. My father and mother are dead, and I am on my way to America." "What have you here?" said Captain Judkins as he opened the boy's jacket and took hold of a rope around the boy's body. "It is a rope," said the boy. "But what is that tied by this rope under your arm?" "That, sir, is my mother's Bible. She told me never to lose that." "Could you not have saved something else?" "Not and saved that." "Did you expect to go down?" "Yes, sir, but I meant to take my mother's Bible down with me." "Bravo!" said Captain Judkins. "I will take care of you."

That boy demonstrated a certainty and a confidence that I like. Just in propor-

tion as you have few "ifs" of incredulity in your religion will you find it a com-

fortable religion. My full and unquestioning faith in it is founded on the fact that it soothes and sustains in time of trouble. I do not believe that any man who ever lived had more blessings and prosperity than I have received from God and the world. But I have had trouble enough to allow me opportunity for finding out whether our religion is of any use in such an exigency. I have had 14 great bereavements, to say nothing of lesser bereavements, for I was the youngest of a large family. I have had as much persecution as comes to most people. I have had all kinds of trial, except severe and prolonged sickness, and I would have been dead long ago but for the consolatory power of our religion.

Any religion will do in times of prosperity. Buddhism will do. Confucian-

ism will do. Theosophy will do. No religion at all will do. But when the world gets after you and defames your best deeds, when bankruptcy takes the place of large dividends, when you fold for the last sleep the still hands over the still heart of your old father who has been planning for your welfare all these years, or you close the eyes of your mother who has lived in your life, ever since before you were born, removing her spectacles because she will have clear vision in the home to which she has gone, or you give the last kiss to the child reclining amid the flowers that pile the casket and looking as natural and lifelike as she ever did reclining in the cradle, then the only religion worth anything is the old fashioned religion of the gospel of Jesus Christ.

I would give more in such a crisis for one of the promises expressed in half a verse of the old book than for a while library containing all the productions of all the other religions of all the ages.

The other religions are a sort of cocaine

to benumb and deaden the soul while be-

reavement and misfortune do their work, but our religion is inspiration, illumination, imparadisation. It is a mixture of sunlight and hallelujah. Do not adulterate it with one drop of the tincture of incredulity.

A SIGNIFICANT "IF."

Another Bible "if" is the "if" of eter-

nal significance. Solomon gives us that "if" twice in one sentence when he says,

"If thou be wise, thou shalt be wise for thyself, but if thou scornest, thou alone

shalt bear it." Christ gives us that "if" when he says, "If thou hadst known in this thy day the things which belong unto thy peace, but now they are hidden from

thine eyes." Paul gives us that "if" when he says, "If they shall enter into my rest." All those "ifs" and a score

more that I might recall put the whole responsibility of our salvation on our-

selves. Christ's willingness to pardon--no "if" about that. Christ's willingness to help--no "if" about that. Realms of glory awaiting the righteous--no "if" about that.

The only "if" in all the case worth a moment's consideration is the "if" that attaches itself to the question as to whether we will accept, whether we will repent, whether we will believe, whether we will rise forever. Is it not time that we take our eternal future off that swivel? Is it not time that we extirpate that "if," that miserable "if," that hazardous "if?" We would not allow this uncertain "if" to stay long in anything else of importance. Let some one say in regard to a railroad bridge, "I have reasons for asking if that bridge is safe," and you would not cross it. Let some one say, "I have reasons to ask if that steamer is trustworthy," and you would not take passage on it.

Let some one suggest in regard to a property that you are about to purchase,

"I have reason to ask if they can give a good title," and you would not pay a dollar down until you had some skillful real estate lawyer examine the title. But I allowed for years of my lifetime, and some of you have allowed for years of your lifetime an "if" to stand tossing up and down questions of eternal destiny. Oh, decide! Perhaps your arrival here today may decide. Stranger things than that have put to flight forever the "if" of uncertainty. A few Sabbath nights ago in this church a man, passing at the foot of the pulpit, said to me, "I am a miner from England," and then he pushed back his coat sleeve and said, "Do you see that scar on my arm?" I said: "Yes. You must have had an awful wound there some time." He said: "Yes, it nearly cost me my life. I was in a mine in England 600 feet under ground and three miles from the shaft of the mine, and a rock fell on me, and my fellow laborer pried off the rock, and I was bleeding to death, and he took a newspaper from around his luncheon and bound it around my wound, and then helped me over the three miles underground to the shaft, where I was lifted to the top, and when that newspaper was taken off my wound I read on it something that saved my soul, and it was one of your sermons. Good night," he said as he passed on, leaving me transfixed with grateful emotion. And who knows but the words I now speak, blessed of God, may reach some wounded soul deep down in the black mine of sin, and that these words may be blessed to the stanching of the wound and the eternal life of the soul? Settle this matter instantly, positively and forever. Slay the last "if." Bury deep the last "if." How to do it? Fling body, mind and soul in a prayer as earneset as that of Moses in the text. Can you doubt the earnestness of this prayer of the text? It is so heavy with emotion that it breaks down in the middle. It was so earnest that the translators in the modern copies of the Bible were obliged to put a mark, a straight line, a dash, for an omission that will never be filled up. Such an abrupt pause; such a sudden snapping off of the sentence. You cannot parse my text. It is an offense to grammatical construction.

But that dash put in by the typesetters is mightily suggestive. "If thou wilt forgive their sin" (then comes the dash)--"and if not, blot me, I pray thee, out of thy book." Some of the most earnest prayers ever uttered could not be parsed and were poor specimens of language.

They halted; they broke down; they passed into groans or sobs or silences. God cares nothing for the syntax of prayers; nothing for the rhetoric of prayers. Oh, the wordless prayers! If they were piled up, they would not reach to the rainbow that arches the throne of God. A deep sigh may mean more than a whole liturgy. Out of the 116,000 words of the English language there may not be a word enough expressive for the soul.

The most effective prayers I have ever heard have been prayers that broke down with emotion--the young man for

the first time rising in a prayer meeting and saying, "O Lord Jesus!" and then sitting down, burying the face in the handkerchief; the penitent in the in-

quiry room kneeling and saying, "God help me," and getting no further; the broken prayer that started a great re-

vival in my church in Philadelphia. A prayer may have in style the gracefulness of an Addison, and the sublimity of a Milton, and the epigrammatic force of an Emerson, and yet be a failure, hav-

ing a horizontal power, but no perpen-

dicular power; horizontal prayer reaching the ear of man, but no perpendicular power reaching the ear of God.

USE OF "IF" IN PRAYER.

Between the first and the last sen-

tences of my text there was a paroxysm of earnestness too mighty for words. It will take half of an eternity to tell all the answers of earnest and faithful pray-

er. In his last journal David Living-

stone, in Africa, records the prayer so soon to be answered: "19 March--Birth-

day. My Jesus, my God, my Life, my All, I again dedicate my whole self to thee. Accept me and grant, O gracious Father, that ere this year is gone I may finish my task. In Jesus' name I ask it. Amen."

When the dusky servant looked into Livingston's tend and found him dead on his knees, he saw that the prayer had

been answered. But notwithstanding the earnestness of the prayer of Moses in the text it was a defeated prayer and

was not answered. I think the two "ifs" in the prayer defeated it, and one "if" is enough to defeat any prayer, whatever other good characteristics it may have.

"If thou wilt forgive their sins--and if not, blot me, I pray thee, out of thy book." God did neither. As the follow-

ing verses show, he punished their sins, but I am sure did not blot out one letter of the name of Moses from the book of life.

There is only one kind of prayer in which you need to put the "if," and that is the prayer for temporal blessings.

Pray for riches and they may engulf us, or for fame and it may bewitch us, or for worldly success of any sort and it may

destroy us. Better say, "If it be best," "if I can make proper use of it," "if Thou seest I need it." A wife, praying for the

recovery of her husband from illness, stamped her foot and said with frightful emphasis: "I will not have him die. God shall not take him." Her prayer was answered, but a few years after the community was shocked by the fact that he had in a moment of anger slain her.

A mother, praying for a son's recov-

ery from illness, told the Lord he had no right to take him, and the boy recovered, but plunged into all abominations and

died a renegade. Better in all such prayers and all prayers pertaining to our temporal welfare to put an "if," saying, "If it be thy will!" But praying for spiritual good and the salvation of our soul we need never insert an "if." Our spiritual welfare is sure to be for the best, and away with the "ifs." Abraham's prayer for the rescue of Sodom was a grand prayer in some respects, but there were six "ifs" in it, or "peradventures," which mean the same thing. "Peradventure there may be 50 righteous in the city, peradventure 45, peradventure 40, peradventure 30, peradventure 20, peradventure 10." Those six peradventures, those six "ifs," killed the prayer, and Sodom went down and

went under. Nearly all the prayers that were answered had no "ifs" in them--the prayer of Elijah that changed dry

weather to wet weather, the prayer that changed Hezekiah from a sick man to a well man, the prayer that halted sun and moon without shaking the universe to pieces. Oh, rally your soul for a prayer with no "ifs" in it. Say in substance, "Lord, thou has promised pardon, and I take it. Here are my wounds; heal them. Here is my blindness; irradiate it. Here are my chains of bondage; by the gospel hammer strike them off. I am fleeing to the city of refuge, and I am sure this is the right way. Thanks be to God, I am free." Once, by the law, my hopes were slain, But now, in Christ, I live again.

With the Mosaic earnestness of my text and without its Mosaic "ifs," let us

cry out for God. Aye, if words fail us, let us take the suggestion of that printer's dash of the text, and with a wordless silence implore pardon and comfort and life and heaven. For this assemblage, all of whom I shall meet in the last judgment, I dare not offer the prayer of my text, and so I change it and say, "Lord God, forgive our sins and write our names in the book of thy loving remembrance, from which they shall never be blotted out."

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