The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1886-06-03
Thoughts for the Thoughtful.
tRELrGIoUs SELECTIONS,

ne was the victim of sin-He died
by sin. 1t is the appalling mystery
OF our redemption that the Redeemer
took the attitude of subsection to
evil There was scarcely form of
evil with which Christ did not come
IN contact, and by which he did not
suffer. He was the victim of false
friendship and ingratitude, the VIC
tim of bad government and injustice.
He fell a sacrifice to the vices of all
classes, to the sel6shness of the rich
and the fickleness of the poor: intol-
erance, Journalism, skepticism, hatred
of goodness, were the foes which
crushed Him.
Doubts can only be dispelled by
that kind of active life that realizes
Christ. And there is no faith that
gives victory SO steadily triumphant
as that. When such a man comes
near the opening of the vault, it is
no world of sorrows he is entering
upon. He is only going to see things
that he has felt, for he has been liv-
ing in heaven. He has his grasp on
things that other men are only CROP
ing after and touching now and then.
Live above the world, and then the
powers of the world to come are so
upon you that there is no room for
doubt.
The deep humility of the soul of
Christ was gifted with those finer
sensibilities of affectionate nature
which stand in need of sympathy
He not only gave sympathy, but
wanted it too, from others. He who
selected the gentle John to to be his
friend-who found solace in female
sympathy, attended by the women
who ministered to him out of their
substance-who in the trial-hour
could not bear even to pray without
the human presence, which is the
pledge and reminder of Gods pres
ence-had nothing in Him of the
hard, merely self-dependent charac-
ter.
1t is an awful thing to see soul in
ruins: like temple which once was
fair and noble, but now lies over
thrown, matted with ivy, weeds and
tangled briers, among which things
loathsome crawl and live. He shall
reap the harvest of disappointment
the harvest of bitter, useless remorse.
The crime of sense is avenged by
sense, which wears by time. He
shall have the worm that gnaws, and
the fire that is not quenched. He
shall reap the fruit of long INDUCED
desires, which have become tyrannous
at last, and constitute him his own
tormentor His harvest is a soul in
flames, and the tongue that no drop
can cool; passions that burn, and APP
petites that crave, when the power of
enjoyment is gone. He has sowed to
the flesh. ''God is not Knocked. y
The man reaps.
Read the Sermon on the Mount, u
says Robertson. cit tells Of purity
as of snow resting on an Alpine pin.
nacle, white in the blue holiness oi
heaven; and yet also, He, the Al-pure,
had tenderness for what was not pure.
He who stood in Divine uprightness
that never faltered, felt compassion
for the ruined, and infinite gentleness
for human fall. Broken, disappoint
| ed, doubling hearts, in dismay and
bewilderment, never looked in vair
to Him. Very strange, if we stol
to think of it. instead of repeating i
as matter of course. For general,
human goodness repels from it evi
men: they shun the society and pres
ence of men reputed good, as owl
| fly from light. But here was purit,
attracting evil; that was the wonder
Wretches stepped in infamy gatheret
around Him. No wonder the pur