Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1886-11-15

of the body, and through every laculty
nv mind, and through every energy o
NV soul. Living will preach it, dying
will pillow my head before its cOnsola
tions-Jesus the God.
AWAY then. from this right hand cross
The red berries Of the forest are apt to b'
poisonous. and around this tree of carnage
grow the red, poisonous berries of which
many have tasted and died. / can see nc
use for this right hand cross, except it be
used as a lever with which to upturn the
unbelief Ofthe world.
Here from the right hand cross, go tC
THELEFT.
Passes clear to the other side. That victim
also twists himself upon the nails to look
at the center crOss-yet not to seoh 1t Is
to worship. He too, would like to get his
band loose; not to smite, buttO deliver the
sufferer of ne middle cross. He cries TO
the railer cursing on the other side
Silence! between us Is innocence, IS
agony. We suffer for our crimes. 81
lencer' Gather around this left hand
cross. o, We people! be not afraid. Bitter
herbs are sometimes tonic for the body,
and the bitter aloes that you grow on this
tree shall give strength and life to the
soul
This left hand cross is q repenting cross.
As men, who have been nearly drowned,
tell us that in one moment, while they
were under the water, their whole life
pa sed before them, so l suppose in one
moment the dying malefactOr thought over
all his past life. of that night when he
went into an unguarded door and took all
the silver, the gold, the jewels, and as the
sleeper stirred he put a knife through his
heart. OF that day when, in the lonely
pass, he met the wayfarer, and regardless
of the cries, and prayers, and tears, and
struggles of his victim, he flung the man
gled corpse into the dust of the highway
or heaped upon it the stones. lie says;
''Oh! | am guilty wretch; deserve
this There is no need Oi
my cursing. That will not stop the pain.
There is no need of disappearing Christ, for
He has done me no wrong; and yet can
not die so. The tOrtures of my body are
outdOne by the tOrtureS Ofmy soul The
past is a scene Ofmsdoing. The present
Il crucifixion. The future an everlasting
undoing. Come back, thou hiding mid
day sun! Kiss my cheek with one bright
ray of comfort What! no help from above
no help from beneath? Then | must
turn to my companion in sorrow, the One
on the middle cross. ] have heard that
he knows how to help man when he Is
in trouble. have heard that he can cure
the wounded. have heard that he can
pardon the sinner. Surely, i'll all His
wanderings up and down the earth, lie
never saw one more in need OF his forgive
ness. Blessed One! | turn to thee! Wilt
! Thou look for the moment away from Thy
/ own pangs, to pity me? Lord, it is not to
! have my hands relieved or my feet taken
| from the torture. can stand all this;
BUT OH, MY SINS!
my sins. my sins! they pierce me through
and through. They tell me must die
for ever. They will push me out into the
darkness unless Thou wilt help me. |
confess it all. Hear the cry OF the dying
thief: Lord remember me when thou COM
est into Thy kingdom. | ask no great
things, seek for no throne i'll heaven,
no chariot to take Inc to the skies; but just
! think OF me when this days horrors have
passed. Think of me little-Of me, the
one now hanging at Thy side-when the
Shout of heavenly welcome takes Thee
back into Thy glory. Thou wilt not for
get me, wilt Thou? Lord remember ME
when thou comcst into thy kingdom. Only
just remember me-
Likewise must we repent. You say: II
have stolen nothing" | reply: "We have
all been guilty of the highest felony of the
universe, for we have robbed GOd-rohbcd
Him of our time, robbed Him of our talant
robbed Him of our services. Suppose you
send Il man West rs agent for your firm,
and every month you pay him his salary
and ut the end of ten years you find out
that he has been serving another firm, but
taking your salary; would you not at once
condemn him as dishonest? God sent us
into this world to serve him. He has given
us wages all the time. One half of us
have been serving another master. When
Il man is convinced of u treason, he IL
brought out; regiment surround him,
and the command is given: Attention
company. Take aim! Fircw And the
man falls with hundred bullets through
his heart.
THERE CONES A TINE
in mans history when the Lord calls up
the troop of his iniquitieS, and at God S
command they pour into him concentrat-
ed voley of torture. YOu say: 81 don
feel myself to bca sinner" That may be
Walk along by the cliffs, and You see sun
light and flowers at the mouth of the cave;
but take torch and 90 in and before YOU
have gone far, you see the flashing eve of n
wild beast, or hear the hiss OF serpent.
SO the world seems in the sunlight of
wOrldliness: but rs | wave the torch OF
Gods truth, and 20 down into the deep
cavern OF the heart-alas for the briStling
horrors and the rattling fangs. Have you
ever noticed the climax in this passage OF
Scripture: The heart is deCeittul." That
seems enough. But the passage goes on
and says: The heart is deceitful above all
things Will you not say that is enough?
But the passage goes on further and says:
THE heart is deceitful above all things
and desperately wicked" If we could see
the true condition of the unpardOned be-
fore God, what wringing of hands there
would be! What thOusand-vOiced
shrek of supplication and despair! But
YOU are sinner. sinner. speak not 10
tue IttlSbH WIN SllS HCNN W YOU, buN "
you. You are sinner. All the trans
gresSiOns of lifetime have been gathered
up into m avalanche. At any moment il
may slip from the cliffs and crush you
) forever. May the lord Almighty, by his
grace, help us repent of our sins while
: repentance is possible.
This left hand cross was
ARELIEvING CROSS.
There was no guess work in that prayer;
no 'if' in that supplicatiOn. The left
hand cross flung itself at the foot
of the middle cross, expecting mercy.
Faith is only just opening the hand to
take what Christ offers us. The work is
all done, the bridge is built strong enough
for all to walk over. Tap not at the door
of Gods mercy with the tip of your
fingers, but rs warrior with gauntletted
fists, beats at the castle gates, so, with all
the aroused energies of our souls, let us
: pound ut the gate OF Heaven. That gate
is locked. You go to it with n bunch OF
keys. You try philosophy. That will
not open it. 4 large door generally has n