I look at man’s moral nature. Made in the image of God. Vast capacity for enjoyment, capable at first of eternal joy and, though now disordered, still through the recuperative grace of God, able to mount up to more than its original felicity: faculties that may blossom and bear fruit inexhaustibly.
Immortality written on every capacity: a soul destined to range in unlimited spheres of activity long after the world has put on ashes, and the solar system shall have snapped its axle, and the stars that, in their courses, fought against Sisera, shall have been slain, and buried amid the tolling thunders of the last day.—TALMAGE.