Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1890-12-11
JESUS.

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To know Christ is to love him,
and the more we become acquainted
with him the greater becomes our
attachment to and admiration for
him. As we follow or walk beside
him, from the spot honored by his
birth to the spot made tragic by his
death, we arrive at the same con
clusion as another did: lie went
about doing good. Heartiness IN
every hand clasp, cheer in every
promise, mercy iii every touch, love
in every action, summertime IN
every visit for he scattered fruit and
flowers. Jesus the eXhilaratiug;
Jesus the comforting; Jesus the all
sufficient. Wherever we behold
him, whether in tne thronged street
Of the busy city, or the comparative
isolation of tile country, we see IN
all places and under every species
of circumstances the same perfect
obedience, perfect self-abnegatlon,
perfect philanthrophy. Everywhere
he is lovely; the tairest; the un-
rlvaled.
We love him as babe, beautiful
in the helplessness and trustfuIness
Of early months and years, finding
an asylum on the breast of his
mother for all childish grievances
afrrit sJTTUws;;- 10 -nTTT, II 10 Us, the
mothers kiss was the best antidote
for all the hurts and cares of child
hood. Christ the babe.
We love him as boy, kind and
obedient to Joseph and Mary who
so tenderly cared for and watched
over those first years and witnessed
that growth both physically and
mentally; never paining the heart
of either parent by one act of DISC
bedience or dlsIoyalty; one whose
ringing laugh was the music of home;
whose cheerfulness was the light
thereof; whose quick, sharp answers
were the best tonic; whose ways
betokened the perfect young gentle
man, and whose purity of deport
ment was ever singing reproot
to the waywardness of early asso-
ciates. As the diligent student, the
hero of the insuted, the champion
of the oppressed, the best model of
youth and the Joy Of the homestead
we love him-Christ the boy.
We love him as a man, having a
fixedness of purpose-a high and
mighty resolve through lite-and
following that direction through
flood and storm, undaunted and un-
finching, caring neither for smiles
or frowns, earth or hell. Firm in
step, strong in will, uncompromislng
in action, he marched on and up till
his foot fall has echoed through all
subsequent decades and nations.
His patience under treatment dla-
bolic; his golden silence amidst the
blasphemous lies Of open-mouthed
haters of truth; his perfect self-con-
troll in the center Of the worst mob
riot hell ever inaugurated; his hold
ing back his power when he could
nave crushed his enemies into a
shapeless mass Of corruption,
stronger than the combined strength
Of a thousand Samsons; his hunbly
begging for water when in his
weariness he stopped TO rest on the
well side; his watching the flight OF
tie bird on the home stretch, aud
the stealthy tread Of the fox hasten
ing 10 It's aen, and remembering his
own hOmelessness and frlendless-
ness he pours forth on the evening
air that most pathetic utterance:
"The foxes have holes and the birds
OF the air have nests, but the Son Of
Man hath not where to lay his head"
Poor, despised, lnsulted Jesusl Or
when in his utter exhaustion, with
the blood oozing from a hundred
wounds from brow and back, he
sinks 10 the earth beneath the heavy
cross, without a word of reproof or
anger, but q prayer murnurs up like
the trlckling of rill amidst the
ck.bed, III the commingling oi
smitlng Dy the mob: "Father, for