The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1890-02-06

me to risk the cargos ofs;my immorta
interests on Loard any craft till you tel
me what it is made Of, aud where i
was made, and what it is When, then
/ ask YOU who this Is YOU want me tt
trust in, you tell me he was II very at
tractive person. You tell me that the
contemporary wrltera describe him
and they give the color Of his eyes, anG
the color OF his hair, and they describe
his whole appearance as being resplen
dent. Christ did not tell tho children
to come to him. 'Sufler little child
rem to come unto me- was not spoken
to the children; it WAS spoken to the
| PhariSeeS. The children had come
without any invitation. No sooner
did Jesus appear than the little ones
| pitch from their mothers arms, an
avalanche of beauty and love, into his
lap. "SuilGr little children to conie
unto me-" That was addressed to the
! Phnrseos; moi TO the children Christ
did not ask john 10 put his head down
ON his bosom. John could not help
but put his head there. Such eyes,
such checks, such a chin, such hair,
such physical condition and appear,
ancc why it must have been COM
pletely captivating and winsomc. |
suppose Il look at him waa iuSt to love
hiEl. .! how attractive his manner.
Why, when they saw Christ coming
along the street, they ran into their
houses, as quick rs they could, and
brought them out that he might look
at them. O.there was something 80
pleasant, 80 inviting, SO cheering in
everything he did, in every look. W hen
these sick ones were brought out did
he say: "Take away these sores: do
not trouble me with these luprosicS?"
40, 40, there was :. kind look, there
Mas gent" word, there was =. heal
Thy touch. They could not keep away
from Linn.
Ia ,."GiticH 10 the &nttneSs OF car
ar;eE, there waS a fiery momentum.
li0W tn" "'d nypocriter trcmbled be-
fore him. How The kings Of the earth
turned pale. Here is y plain man,
with few sailors at ! Is hn@k, c5ming
on thc sea Of Galilce, "oiliy up Is the
palace OF the Caesars, making that pal
ace quake to the foundations, and ut.
te"inG word Of mercy ann kindness
wulcC throbs through all he earth, ami
through ali the heavens, nnd through
xii tho ages .! lie WAS y loving
Christ. RHt ii was uOt elieminacy, vr
lnSlpidlty OF character; il waa accom-.
panied with majesty, infinite and
omnipotent. lest the world should
not realize Ills carnestneSa. this Christ
mounts The cross. You say: "If Ch. ist
has to die, why not let Him take some
deadly potion and lie OIL Il couch in
some bright and benutifi home? If
lie must due, let Him expire amid all
kindly attentions" No, the world
must hear tho hammers OIL the heads
of tne spikes The world must listen
TO tho death rattle Of the sufferer. The
world must tccl His warm blood drop
ping Oh each cheek, while it looks UP
into the face of His anguish. And so
the cross must be lifted, and the hole
Is dug on the to. of Calvary. 1t must
be dag three feet deep, ard then the
cross Is laid oD the ground, and the
sufferer Is etched upon it, and the
nails arc pounded through nerve. and
muscle, and bone, through tie right
hand through the left hand; and then
they shake his right hand TO see if il is
fast, and then they shake his left foot
to see if it Is fast, and thcu they hcave
up the wood, ha'f q dozen shoulders
under the weight, and they put the
end ct the cross to the mouth Of the
hole, and they plunge it in, all the
weight OF his body coming down for
the first time on the spikes, and while
some hold the cross upright others
thro" in the dirt and tralnple it down,
and tramplc it hard. O, plant that
tree wei! and thoroughly, for it is to
bear fruit such as no other tree ever
bore. Why did Christ endure il? He
could have taken those rocks, and with
them crushed his cructiers. lie could
have reached up aud grasped the sword
Of the omnlpotcnt God, and with one
clean cut bavc tnnbled them into
| pcrdition. But no, he was to die. He
must die. His life for my life. His
| life for your life. In one Oi the Euro
pean cities a young man died on the
ScallOld ior the crime Of murder Some
| time after, the mother Of this young
man Was dying. and the priest came
| in, and she made confession to the
| priest that she was the murderer, and
not son: in moment of anger she had
struck her husband IL blow that slew
| him. The son came suddenly into the
room, and Wh5 washing away the
wounds aud trying 20 rcsusGitate his
father when so Ne one looked through
the window aud saw him, an:i supp0S-
ed him to be the crimina!. That young
mAu died for his own mother. You
say: oft WAS wonderful that he never
exposed y But tell YOU Of erandel
thing. Christ, the Son Of God, died
not ior Ills mother, net for his father
but tor his sWOru enemies O, such s
Christ as tnaL-So loving. SO sellSacilic
ing-can you not trust Him?
think there are many under the
spirit Of God who are saying: 81 vii
trust him il YOU will only tell me
how; and the great question asked
by thousands in this assemblage is
"IIoH? how?' And while I answer
your question look up aud utter the
prayer which Rowland Hill 80 Offer
uttered in The mid3; Of sermons; "Mas
ter, helpH How are you to trust il
Christ? JUS ~ you trust any one
You trust your partner in business
with important thing5. If q CONNER,
cial house give you Il note payabl,
three months hence, you expect tn,
J payment of that note at the end O
three months. You have perfect con
tidcncn in their word and in their abil
ity. You go home today. You ex
prcJ there will be food on the table
; You have confidence in thet. Now
ash: you 20 have the Sano conlidenc
in bn Lord InSus (thrist IT,