The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1881-04-14

few loaves of bread, and the delegate OF
the Commission was cutting the bread
and giving it out to wounded and dying
men. Some one came up ana said
"Cut these slices thinner or there will
not be enough to 90 around" And
then the delegate cut the slices very
thin and handed the bread around
until they all had some, but not much.
But, blessed be God, there is no need of
economy in this gospel. Bread for all.
Bread enough and to spare. Why per-
ish with hunger!
Now, there are two things which
make US love any one-inherent at
tractiVeness and then what he does in
the way of kindness toward us. Now
Christ is in both these positions. In
herent attractiveness. Fairer than the
children of men, the lustre of the morn
ing in his eye, the glow of the setting
sun in his cheek, myrrh and franklin
cense in the breath of his lips. In a
heaven of great hearts, the tenderest,
the most sympathetic. Why, sculpture
has never yet been able to chisel his
form, nor painting to present the flush
of his cheek, nor music to strike his
charms; and the great surprise of eter-
nifty will be--the greatest surprise Of
eternity will be the first moment when
we rush into his presence, and with up
lifted hands and streaming eyes, and
hearts bounding with rapture, we cry
out: "That is Jesusv'
All over glorious is my Lord,
He must be loved, and yet adored;
His worth, if all the nations knew,
Sure, the whole earth would love Him, too.
Has he not done enough to win our
affections? Peter the Great, laying
aside royal authority, went down
among the carpenters to help them /;
but Russia got the chief advantage of
that condescension. John Howard
turned his back upon the refinements
and went amid prisons to spy out their
sorrows and to relieve their wrongs; /;
but English criminals got the chief ad-
vantage of that ministry. But, when
Christ comes, it is for you and me. The
crucitiXion for you and me. If l were
hopelessly in debt and some one came
and paid my debts and gave me re-
ceipt in full and called off the pack of
bounding creditors, if l were IN a
laundering ship and you came IN life
boat and took me oft, could L ever for
get your kindness? ? Would L ever allow
an opportunity to pass without render
ing YOU a service or attesting my graft
tude and love? Oh, how ought we to
feel toward Christ who plunged into
the depth of our sin and plucked us out
Ought it not to set the very best emo
tions of our heart into the warmest, aye,
a red-hot glow? The story is so old
that people almost get asleep while they
are hearing it. And yet there he
hangs-Jesus, the man; Jesus, the God.
Was there anything before or since,
anything to be compared to this spec
tacle of generosity and woe. Did
heartstrings ever snap with worse
torture? Were tears ever charged with
a heavier grief? Did blood ever gush
in each glObule the price of soul2 The
wave of earthly malice dashed its
bloody foam against one foot; the wave
of internal malice dashed against his
other foot, while the storm of Gods
wrath against sins beat on his thorn
pierced brow and all the hosts of dark
ness with cleaning lances rampaged
through his holy soul Oh, see the
reinforcement of heavens King! the
conqueror fallen from the white horse
massacre of u God!
Weep, We who have tears, over the
loneliness of his exile and the horrors
of his darkness-Christ sacrificed on
the funeral pyre of worlds transgres-
sion-the good for the bad, the great
for the mean; the infinite for the finite ;
the God for the man. Oh, if there be in
ali this audience one person untouched
by this story of the Saviour's love, show
me where he is, that L may marx the
monster of ingratitude and OF crime.
If you could see Christ as he is, you
would rise from your seat and fling
yourselves down at his feet, crying
''My Lord, my light. my love, my joy,
my peace, my strength, my expectation,
my heaven, my all! Jesus! Jesus y
oh, can you not love him? Do you
want more of his tears? Why, he has
shed them all for you, He has no
more, Do YOU want more OF his
blood? His arteries were emptied dry
and the iron hand of agony could press
out nothing more. Would you put him
TO worse eXcruciation? Then drive an
other nail into his hand and plunge
another spear into his side and twist
another thorn into his crown, and lash
him with another flame of internal tor
ture. "No," says some one: "stop!
stop! He shall not be smitten again
Enough the tears; enough the blood
enough the torture enough the agony:
Enough 7" cries earth. Enough! J!
cries heaven. Aye, "Enough" cries
hell. At last, enough. Oh, look al
him, thy butchered Lo-dI Unshroud-
ed, ghastly, as they flung him from the
tree, his wounds gaping for bandage
Are there no hands TO close those eyes
Then let the sun go out, and there be
midnight. Howl, ye winds, and howl
ye seas, for your Lord is dead. Oh
what more could he have done for you
and me than he has done? Could ht
pay bigger price? Could he drink
more bitter cup? Could he plunge into
worse catastrophe? And can you moi
love him? Groan again, . blessed
Jesus, that they may feel Thy sacrifice
Groan again. Put the four fingers anC
the thumb of Thy wounded hand upoI
them, that the cash in the palm may
strike their soul and Thy warm Life
may bleed into them. Groan again, {
Jesus, and see if they will not feel. On
what do you do with such Christ az
thatY You have got to do something
| with him this morning. Whatwill you dC
with Jesus? viii you slay him again by
your sin viii you spit upon him again
viii you cruelty him again? Wha
will you do this morning with him wh'
has loved you with more than a broth
er's love, more than a fathers love, yea
more than a mothers love, through al
these years? Oh, is it not enough L
| make The hard heart of the rock break
Jesus Jesus! What shall we do will
Thee?
have this morning to say that tht
question will after awhile change, anC
II will not be, "What shall we do will
Christ 2" but, "What will Christ d,
with us?" Ring all the bells of eternity
at the burning OF a world. In that day
what do you think Christ will do will
us? Why, Christ will say: "There il
| that man whom L called. There is tha
woman whose soul opportuned. Bu
they would not any OF my ways.
gave them innumerable opportunities o
salvation. They rejected them all
Depart, l never knew you" BLESSED
be God, that day has not come. Halt
ye destinieS of eternity, and give us on,
more chance, and this is il. Now, oh
men and women, repent or perish
| That is the message l bring. There i
no halfway work about it. Believ,
and live. Refuse and die. Some travel
ers in the wilderness of Australia few
| years ago, found the skeleton OF mai
and some of his garments, and a rust.
kettle on which the man had writ
ten or scratched with his finger mai
these words: - God, l am dying o
thirst. My brai,. ON fire. My tongu
is hot. God help ms in the wilderness.
oh, how suggestive o! the condition @
I = AS - i Il