Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-08-11

''the absolute" and ''the great to be, ana
"the everlasting no" and "the nigner
unity" and "the latent potentialltles, ana
''the cathedral of the immenSlties. nave
been trauslating what these men have been
writing, and 1 have been translatlng Wnat
they have been doing, and l Will tell you
what it all means-lt means that they want
to kill God! And my only wonder Is tnat
GOO has not killed them. l have, IN otner
days, tasted of their CONNECTIONS, and come
back and tell YOU to-day that there is no
nutriment or life or health in anything but
the bread made out of the old corn OF the
gospel. What do 1 mean by thaH mean
that Christ IS the bread of life, and taxing
Him, YOU live and live forever.
CHRIST PREPARED IT.
But you say, corn is of but little practical
use unless it is threshed and ground and
baked. 1 answer, this gospe. corn has gone
through that process. When on Calvary
all the hoofs OF human scorn came down on
the heart of Christ. and all the fails of sa-
tanic fury beat him long and last, was not
the corn threshed? When the mills OF
Gods indignation against sin caught Christ
between the upper and neither rollers, was
not the corn ground? When Jesus de-
scended into hell, and the flames of the
lost world wrapped Him aIl..about, was not
the corn baked? Oh, yes! Christ is ready.
HIS pardon all ready; His peace all ready;
everything ready in Christ Are you ready
for Him?
You say, "That is such simple ogspell"
know it is. You say you thought religion
was a strange mixture of elaborate COM
pounds. No: it is so plain that any abce-
darian may understand it. In its simplicity
is its power. Ii you could, this morning,
realize that Christ died to save from sin and
death and hell, not only your minister
your neigh5or and your father and your
child, but YOU, it would make this hour
like the judgment day for agitations, and,
no longer able to keep your seat, you would
leap up, crying, For mel for mel" God
grant that YOU, nv brother, may see this
gospel with your own eyes and hear 1t with
your own ears, and ieel with your own heart
that YOU are a lost soul, but that Christ
comes for your extrication. Can you not
take that truth and digest it and make 1t a
part OF your immortal life? 1t is only
bread.
You have noticed that invalids cannot
take all kinds OF food. The food that will do
for one will not do for another. There are
kinds OF food which will produce, in cases
of invalidism, very speedy death. But you
have noticed that all persons, however weak
they my be. can take bread. Oh, soul sick
with sin, invalid in nyourtransgressions,I Think
this gospel will agree with you! l think If
YOU cannot take anything else, you can take
this. Lost-found! Sunken-raisedi Con-
demned-pardoned! Cast out-invited lnl
Thatis the
OLD CORN OF THE GOSPEL.
You have often seen wheel with spokes
of different colors, and when the wheel was
RAPIDLY turned all the colors blended into a
rainbow of exquisite beauty. l wish l
could, to-day, take the peace and the life
and the joy and glory of Christ, and turn
them before your soul with such speed and
such strength that you would be enchanted
with the revolving splendors of the name
which is above every name-the name writ
ten once with tears OF exile and in blood of
martyrdom, but written now in FURNISHED
crown and lifted sceptre and transangelie
throne.
There is smother characteristic about
bread, and that is. you never get tired Of It,
There are people here 20 years of age who
fud it Just as appropriate for their appetite
as they did when, in boyhood, their mother
cut slice of it clear around the loaf. You
have not got tired of bread, and that is
characteristic of the gospel. Old Christian
man, are you tired of Jesus? If so, let us
take His name out of our Bible, and let us
with pen and ink erase that name wherever
we see it Let US cast it out of our hymn
ology, and let ''There is Fountain" and
Rock of Ages" go into forgetfulness. .
Let us tear down the communion table
where we celebrate His love. Let us dash
down the baptismal bowl where we were
consecrated to Him. Let US hurl Jesus
e. ALI %lar kr,-a -
come in. Let us say, go away, Jesus;
want another companion, another friend,
than Thou art" Could you do it? The
years of your past life, aged man, would
utter protest against it, and the graves of
your Christian dead would charge you with
being an migrate, and your little grandchil-
dren would say, Grandfather, don't do
that. Jesus is the one to whom we say our
prayers at night. and who is to open heaven
when we die. Grandfather, don't do that"
Tired of Jesus? The Burgundy rose you
pluck from the garden is not SO fresh and
fair and beautiful. Tired OF Jesus? As
well get weary of the spring morning, and
the voices of the mountain runnel, and the
quiet of your own home, and the gladDess of
your own children. Jesus is bread, and the
appetite for that is never obliterated.
PROTECTION AND PRAYER.
I notice, in regard to this article of food,
you take it three times day. 1t is on your
table morning, noon and night; and if it is
forgotten, you say, "Where is the bread?'
Just SO certainly you need Jesus three times
a dav. Oh, do not start out without Him;
do not dare to go out OF the front door; do
not dare to go off the front steps, without
having first communed with Him! Before
noon there may be perils that will destroy
body, mind and soul forever You cannot
afford to do without Him. You will, during
the day, be amid sharp hoofs and swift
wheels and dangerous scaffGldings threaten
ing the body, and traps for the soul that
have taken some who are more willy than
YOU. When they launch ship they break
against the side OF it bottle of wine. That
is sort of superstition among sailors. But
oh. on the launching of every day, that we
might strike against it at least one earnest
prayer for divine protection! That would
not be superstition; that would be Christian,
Then at the apex of the day, at the tiptop
of the hours, equidistant from morning and
night, look three ways. Look backward to
the forenoon; look ahead to the afternoon;
look up to the Saviour VINO presides over
all. You want bread at noon. You NAV
find no place in which to kneel amidst the
cotton bales and the tierces OF rice: but if
Jonah could find room to pray in the whales
belly, most certainly you will never be in
such a crowded place that you cannot pray.
Bread at noon When tine evening hour
comes, and your head is buzzing with the
days engagements, and your whole nature
is sore from the abrasion of rough life. and
you see a great many duties you have neg
lected, then commune with Christ, asking
His pardon, thanking Him for His love.
That would be a queer evening repast at
which there was no bread. This is the
NUTRIMENT AND LIFE
/ do no. know how some of our ministers