The Mankato free press. [volume] (Mankato, Blue Earth County, Minn.) 1879-1924, 1889-02-01

In Christ People 500 Its beauty when q
mother suffers for her child. People see its
beauty when patriot suffers for his country
People see its beauty when man denies him
self for friend. They can SEQ the beauty OF
vicarious sacrifice in every one but Christ.
A young lady in one of the literary insti.
buttons was teacher She was very reticent
and retired in her habits, and she formed no
companionships liz the new position she occu.
pied, and her dress was very plain-some.
times it was very shabby. After while she
was discharged from the place for that req.
son, but no reason was given. In answer to
the letter discharging her from the position,
she said: "Well, IL | have failed to please, !
suppose it is my own fault" She went here
and there for employment, and found none,
and in desperation and In dementia she ended
her life by suicide. Investigation was made
and it was found that out Of her small
means she had supported her father, &c
years Of age, and was paying tho way
for her brother in Yale college on
his way to the ministry. 1t was found that
she had no blanket on the bed that winter,
and she had no fire on the very coolest day of
all the season. People found 1t out, and there
was 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 tho pale face Of the martyr, and
all honor was done her, but it was too late.
Vicarious sacrifice. All are thrilled with
such instances as that But many are not
moved by the fact that Christ paid his pow
erty for our riches, his self aDnegation for
dor enforcement, and knelt On the SHARP
edges of humiliation that we might climb
over his lacerated shoulder into peace and
heaven
THESE DOCTRINES WERE NOT MADE TO BIZ
SCoFFED AT.
Be it ours to admire and adore these doc
trines at which others jeer. Oh, the depths
of the riches both Of the wisdom and knowl.
edge Of Godl How unsearchable is his wis
dom, and his ways are past finding out! Oh,
the height, the depth, the length, the breadth,
the infinity, the immensely, the eternity Of
that love! Let our earnest prayers go out in
behalf Of all those who scott at these doctrines
of grace When the London plague was
raging, in tho year 1865, there was a hotel
near the 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 deadm was answered by the
bringing out Of the forms Of the loved onas,
and they were put twenty or thirty in cart,
and the wagons went on to the cemetery and
these dead were not buried in graves, but In
great trenches, in 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 Lon
don were open for prayer day and night, and
England was in great anguish. At that very
time, at hotel, at a wayside inn near the
chief burial place, there was a group Of
hardened men, who sat day after day and
night after night disappearing God and imi-
tating 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 a 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, a greater plague Is
abroad in the world Millions have died of
1t. Millions are smitten with it now. Plague
of sin, plague Of sorrow, plague of wretched-
ness, plague Of woe. And consecrated wo-
men and men from all Christendom are going
out trying to stay the plague and alleviate
the anguish, and there Is group Of
men in this country base enough to sit
and deride the work. They scott at
the Bible, and they scott at evan
gelism, and they scott at Jesus Christ,
and they scott at God. If these words shall
reach them, either while they are sitting
here today or through the printing press, let
me tell them to remember the fate of that
group in the wayside inn while the plague
spreads its two black wings over the doomed
city of London. Oh, instead Of being SCOT
fers let us be disciplesl blessed is the man
that walketh not In the counsel Of the I'M
cody, nor standeth in the way Of sinners,
nor stitch in the seat of the scornful"