The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1889-06-05

| WINE. 1ne Cltv OF Paris is coming out OF
a cyclone; the life-boats are smashed and
the bulwarks gone; the vessel rapidly
going down. The boatswain gives his
last whistle OF despairing command. The
passengers run up and down the deck,
and some pray, and all make great out
cry. The captain SAYS: "You have about
| fifteen minutes now to prepare for the
next world" mo hopen' sounds from
stem to stern and from the rat-hnes down
to the cabin. / see the distress.
/ am let down by the side OF the Umbria.
L push of as last as / can toward the sink
ing City OF Paris. Before come up peO-
| pie are leaping into the water in their
anxiety to get to the boat, and when
have swung up under the side OF the City
OF Paris, the frenzied passengers rush
through the gangway, until the officers,
with ak and clubs and pistols, try to keep
back the crowd, each wanting his turn
! to come next. There is but one lifeboat,
and they all want TO get into it, and the
cry is, "Ie next me next" You see
the application before l make it. AS long
as man going on in his sin feels that all
is well, that he is coming out at beauti-
full port, and has all sail set, he wants no
Christ, he wants no help, he wants no
rescue; but If, under the flash of Code
convicting spirit, he shall see that by
reason of sin he is disnasted and water
| logged. and going down into the trough of
the sea where he cannot live, how soon he
puts the sea-glass to his eyes and sweeps
the horizon, and at the first sign of help
| cries out: II want TO be saved. l want
] to be saved now. ] want to be saved for
! ever" No sense of danger, no applica-
ton for rescue.
! Oh, that Gods eternal spirit would fash
upon us q sense OF our sinfulness! The
| bible tells us the story in letters of fire,
/ but we get used to il. We joke about sin.
/ We make merry over It, What is sin ?
| Is it a trifling thing? Sin is vampire
/ that is sucking out the life-blood OF your
| immortal nature Sin? 1t il a bastie
/ that no earthly key ever unlocked. Sin
| II is the expatrlation from God and
| heaven. Sin? It is grand larceny against
| the Almighty, for the bible asks the ques-
| ton: evil a man rob God p answering
it in the affirmative. This gospel is a
| writ of replevin to recover property I'M
/ lawfully detained from God. In the Shet-
! land Islands there is a man with leprosy.
/ The hollow of the foot is swollen until it
| is flat on the ground. The joints begin to
| fall away. The ankle thickens until 1t
/ looks like the foot of wild beast. A stare
unnatural comes to the eye. The nostril
| is CONSTRUCTED The voice drops to an ale
! most inaudiDle hoarseness. Tubercles
blotch the whole body, and from them
there comes an emulation that is unbear-
| able 10 the beholder. That is leprosy,
and we all have got it unless cleansed by
the grace OF God. See Leyiticus. See Ii.
| Kings. See Mark. See Luke. See fifty
bible illusions and combinations.
| the bible is not complimentary in its
! 0f mi reIr "
| about our sins. 1t does not talk apologet-
| icallv. There is no vermillion in its style.
| 1t does not cover up our transgreSsI Ons
| with blooming metaphor. 1t does not
sing about them in weak falsetto; but it
| thunders out: "The Imagination OF mans
heart is evil from his youth. Every one
has gone back. He has altogether become
| filthy, and drinkethini niquity like water"
And then the Lord Jesus Christ flingeth
down at our feet this humiliating cata-
| logue: "Out of the heart of men proceed
evil thoughts, aduteries, fornication, muir
ders, thefts, blasphemy." There is text
for your rationslists to preach from. Oh,
the dignity of human nature! There is an
| element of your science of man that the
anthropologist never has had the courage
vet to touch; and the bible, in all the ms
and outs of the most forceful style, sets
forth our national pollution, and repre-
sents iniquity as frightful thing, as an
exhausting thing, as a loathsome thing.
1t is not a mere bemring of the feet, it is
not mere befouIing of the hands, it is
going down, head and ears under, in
ditch, until our clothes abhor US.
Ny brethren, shall we stay down where
sin thrusts us? | shall not if you do. We
can not afford to. / have to-day to tell
you that there is something purer than
snow water, something more pungent
than alkali, and that is the blood of Jesus
Christ that cieanseth from all sin. Ave,
the river of salvation, bright, crystalline
and heaven born, rushes through this
audience with billowy tide strong enough
to wash your sins coz pletely and forever
away. Oh. Jesus, let the dam that holds
it back now break, and the foods OF SAL
walton roll over us.
Let the water and the blood
From tn side healing dOod,
Re OF sin the do Ible cure
Save from wrath and make me pure.
Let US get down on both knees and
battle in that food of mercy. Az, strike
out with both hands and try to swim to
the other shore of this river of Gods grace.
To you is the word OF this salvation sent.
Take this largess Of the divine bounty.
Though you have gone down in the deep
est ditch of libidinous desire and corrupt
behavior; though you have sworn all
blasphemies until there is not one sin full
word left for you to speak; though you
have been submerged by the transgres-
sions OF lifetime; though you are so far
down in your sin that no earthly help can
touch your case, the Lord Jesus Christ
bends over yon to-day and
offers you his right hand, propos-
ing to lift you up, first making
you whittier than snow, and then raising
you TO glories that never die. "Billy,"
said Christian bootblack the other day,
"when we come up to heaven it won't
make any difference that we've been boot
blacks here, for we shall getin, not somehow
or other, but, Billy, we shall get straight
through the gate" Oh, if you only knew
how full and free and tender is the offer
OF Christ this day you would all take Him
without one single exception; and if all
the doors of this house were locked save
one, and YOU were compelled 10 make
egress by only one door, and / stood there
and questioned YOU, and the gospel of
Christ had made the right impression
upon your heart to-day, you would answer
me as you went out, one and all: "Jesus
is mine, and am Hisw Oh, that this
might be the hour when you would re-
ceive Him.
1t is not a gospel merely for footpads
and Migrants and buccaneers; 1t is for
the highly-polished and the educated and
the refined as well. Except a man be
horn aoain he cannot see the kingdom of