The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1889-02-13

ous sacr1rlce Lot every man suffer for him.
SELF Why do want Christ to suffer for me I
I'll suffer for myself and carry my own bur-
dens.n They scoR at the idea Of vicarious
sacrifice, while they admire IL everywhere
else except In Christ. People see its beauty
when mother suffers for her child. People
see It's beauty when patriot suffers for bis
denies himself for friend. They can see
the beauty Of vicarious sacrifice in every one
but Christ.
A young lady In one Of the literary insti-
tutions was a teacher. She was very reti-
cent and retired in her habits, and she formed
no companionships in the new position she
occupied, and her dress was very plain
sometimes 1t was very shabby. After q
while she was discharged from the place for
that reason, but no reason was given. In
answer to the letter discharging her from
failed to please, I suppose it is my own
fault" She went here and there for employ
ment, and found none, and in desperation
and in dementla she ended her life by suicide
Investigation was made and it was found
that out Of her small means she had supported
her father. eighty years Of age, and was pay
ing the way for her brother in Yale College
on his way to the ministry. It
wa was @ found that she had no blanket on
IL
on the very coldest day Of all the
season. People found it out, and there was
a large gathering at the funeral, the largest
ever at any funeral In that place. and the
very people who had scoffed came and looked
upon the pale face of the martyr. and all
honor was done her; but It was too late.
Vicarious sacrifice. ALI are thrilled with
such instances as that. Bat many are not
moved by the fact that Christ paid His pov-
erty for our riches, His self-abnegation for
our enthronsment and knelt on the sharp
over his lacerated shoulder into peace and
heaven.
Be 1t ours to admire and adore these doc
trines at which others jeer. Oh the depths
Of the riches both Of the wisdom and kno WI
edge Of God! How unsearchable Is His wis
dom. and His ways are past finding out! Oh
the height, the depth, the length, the breadth,
the infnitY, the fmmensity, the eternity Of
that Lowell Let our earnest prayers go out
in behalf Of all those who scoff at these doc
trines Of grace. When the London plague was
raging In the year 1865, there was hotel
near shs chief burial.place that excited much
comment England was In fright and be-
reavement The dead carts went through
the streets day and night, and the cry:
"Bring out your dead" was answered by
the bringing out of the forms Of the
loved ones, and they were put twenty
or thirty in q cart, and the wagons went
on to the cemstery; and these dead were
not buried in graves, but In great trenches,
la great pits; in one pit eleven hundred and
fourteen burialsl The carts would come up
with their great burden Of twenty or thirty
to the mouth Of the pit, and the front Of the
cart was lifted and the dead shot into the pit.
All the churches In London were open for
PRAYER day and night, and England was In
great anguish. At that very time at q
hotel, at wayside inn near the chief
burial-places. there was group OF
ssT sns night %s after night Sssphegng I GOD
and initiating the grief. struck who went by
to the burial-place. These men sat there day
after day and night after night, and they
scoffed at men, and they scoffed at women,
and they scoffed at God. But after while
one Of them was struck with the plague, and
in two weeks all Of the group were down IN
the trench from the margin Of which they had
uttered their ribaldry. My friends. greater
plague Is abroad In the world. Millions have
died Of it. Millions are smitten with 1t now
Plague of sin, plague Of sorrow. plague Of
wretchedness, plague OF woe AND conse
Grated women and men from all Christendon
ara going out trying TO stay the plague and
alleviate the anguish, and there is g
group Of men In this country bass
enough to sit and deride the work
They s,off at the Bible, and they scot
at evangelism, and they scoR at Jesus
Christ, and they scoff at God. II these
words shall reach them, either while they arr
sitting here to-day, or through the printing
press, let me tell them to remember the fatt
Of that group in the wayside inn while th'
plaeue spreads its two black wings over th'
doomed city of London. Oh, instead Of be
ing scofPers let US be disciples! Blessed i
the man that walketh not in the counsel o
the ungodly, nor standeth in the way o
sinners, nor sitted in the seat Of the scorn
fuln