Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1889-07-29
BELIEF IS SAFETY.
DR.. TALNAGBS ELOQUENT TABERNACLE
SERMON YESTERDAY.
Paul and Silas in the DungsOn-Thsir Injunction 70
The Jailsr-Bslisvs on the Lord Jesus
Christ and bs SAvsd-Ths Christ
Of The Gospel.
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the sunlight, and the deep sigh of women
who remember their fathers house and
mourn over their wasted estated? Listen
again. 1t is the cough of consumptive,
or the struggle of one in the nightmare OF
a great horror, You listen again and hear
culprit, his chains rattling as he rolls
over in his dreams, and you say, "GOd
pity the prisoner" But there is anott eI
sound in that prison. 1t is song ofjOy
and gladness. What a place to sing in
The music comes winding through the
corridors of the prison, and in all the dark
wards the whisper is heard: What's
that? what's thai?"
IT'S THE SONG
of Paul and Silas. They cannot sleep
They have been whipped, very badly
whipped. The long gashes on their backs
are bleeding yet. They lie fat on the colo
ground, their feet fast in wooden sockets,
and of conrse they cannot sleep. But
they can sirg. Jsiler, what are you dong
with these people? Why have they been
put in here? Oh, they have been trying
TO make the world better. Is that ali :?
That is all. A pit for Joseph. A lions
cave for Daniel. A blazing furnace for
Shadrach. Clubs for John Wesley. An
anathema for Philip MelsncthOn. A dun.
geon for Paul and Sllas But while we are
standing in the gloom of the Philippian
dungeon, aud we hear the miDgliDg voices
of sob and groan and blasphemy and halle
luiah, suddenly an earthquake! The iron
bars of the prison twist, the pillars crack
of, the solid masonry begins to heave
and all the doors swing open. The
jailer, feeling himself responsible for these
prisoners, and believing, in his pagan ig
norsnce, suicide to be honorable-since
Brutus killed himself, and Cato killed
himself, and Cassius killed himself-puts
his sword to his own heart, proposing with
one strong, Keen thurst to put an end to
his excitement and agitation.
BELIEVE AND BE SAVED.
But Paul cries out: "S.op! Stop! Do
thysalf no harm. We are ell here"
Then see the jliler running through the
duet and amid the ruin of that prison, and
l see him thro wing himself down at the
feet of the prisoners, crying out: "What
shall [ d.? What shall l do?n Did Paul
answer: Get out of this place before
there is another earthquake; put hand
cuffs and hObble on these other prisonFrs,.
lest they set sway" - wofl OF Gas.
kind. His compact, thrilling, tremendous
answer, answer memorable all through
earth and heaven, was: believe on the
Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be
savsdN
There are some documents of so little
importance that you do not care to put any
more than your last name under them, or
even your initials; but there are some doc.
uments of so great importance that you
write out your full name. So the Saviour
in some parts ofthe Bibleis called Lord"
and in other parts of the Bible he is called
Jesus" and in other parts Of the Bible
he is called Christi" but that there might
be no mistake about this passage, all three
names come together-"The Lord Jesus
Christ"
THE CHRIST OF THE GOSPEL.
Now, who is this being that you want
me to trust in and believe in? Men some
times come to me with credentials and GER
tificates of good character, but l cannot |
trust them. There is some dishonesty in |
their looks that makes me know l shall be |
cheated if l cOrfde in them. You cannot |
put you hearts confidence in n man un-
ill you know what stuff be is made of, and |
am l unreasonable to-day when | stop to |
ask you who this is that you want me |
to trust in? No man would think of ven |
turing his life on vessel going ont to sea |
that had never been inspected. No, you |
must have the certificate hung amidships |
telling how many tons it carries, and how |
long ago it was built, and who built 1t, |
and all about it. And you cannot expect |
me to risk the cargo of my immortal inter-
ests on board any craft till you tell me
what it is made of, and where il was made, |
aud what it is. When, then, 1 ask you
Who this is you want ne to trust, you tell
ne he is very attractive person. Con-
temporary writers describe his whole ap-
peaIauce as being resplendent. There was
no need for Christ TO tell the children TO
come to Him. ''Suffer little children to
come unto me" was not spoken to the chill
dren; it was spoken to the disciples TIE
children ans r ad lg enough without sny
invitation. No sooner did Jesus appear
than the little ones jumped from their
mothers arms,
AN AVALANCHE OF BEAUTY AND LOVE,
into bis lap. Christ did not ask John to
put his head down on his bosom; John
could not help but put bis head there.
suppose to look at Christ was to love him
on, how attractive his manner Why,
when they saw Christ coming along the
street they ran into their houses, and they
wrapped up their invalids as quick as they
could and brought them out that be might
look at them. There was something so
pleasant, go inviting. so cheeIingin every
thing he did, in his very look. When
these sick ones were brought out, did he
say: "Do not bring me these sores, do
not trouble me with these leprosiesP NO,
no; there was kind look, there was
gentle word, there was a healing touch.
They could net keep away from HIM.
In addition to this softnes of character,
there was a fiery momentum. How tine
kings of the earth turned pale. Here Is
plain man with few sailors st his back,
coming of the sea Of Galilee, going up 10
the palace of the Cesars, making that
palace quake TO the founds ions, and
uttsripg a word of mercy anG kindness
when tnroDs tnIOuRu al lHe eai'"i =,
through all the heavens, and through all
ages. On, he was a loving Christ but
it was not tffeminacy or insipidity oil
character; it was accompanied with ma
iesty, inf1ite and omnipotent. Lest the
world should not realize his earnestness,
this Christ mounts the crOss.
You say: "If Christ has to die, why
not let him take some deadly potion and
lie on a couch in some bright and beauti-
ful home? If He must die, let HIM eX-
pire amid all kindly intentions" No, the
world must hear the hammers on the
heads of the spikes. The world must
listen to the death rattle of the sufferer
The world must
FEEL his WARM BLOOD
droppiuu on each cheek, while it looks up
into the face of his anguish. and go the
cross must be lifted and hole IS aug on
the top Of Calvary. 1t must be dog tnree
feet deep, snd then the cross is lald on 'ne
ground, and the sufferer is stretcnse upon
it, and the nails are pounded through
nerve and muscle and bone, through Tue
right hand. through the left hand, Ano
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