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

me to risk the cargoV Ofasmy immorti
interests on board any craft till you te
me what it is made Of, aud where
was made, and what it is. When, thel
| ask you who this isyou want me t
trust~in, you tell me he was q very at
traetiVe person. You tell me that tn
contemporary writer's describe him
and they give the color of his eyes, an
the color of his hair, and they describ
his whole appearance as being resplen
dent. Christ did not tell the children
to come to him. "Suffer little child
rem to come unto me-" was not spokel
to the children; it was spoken to th
| Pharisees. The children had com,
without any invitation. No soone
did Jesus appear than the little one!
pitch from their mothers arms, al
avalanche of beauty and love, into his
lap. "Suifer little children to come
unto me-" That was addressed to the
Pbarisees; moi to tho children Christ
did not ask John TO put his head down
ON his bosom. John could not help
but put his head there. Such eyes,
such checks, such chin, such hair,
such physical condition and appear
ance why it must have been com
pletely captivating and winsome. l
suppose look at him was just to love
him. .! how attractive his manner.
why, when they saw Christ coming
along the street, they ran into their
houses, as quick as they could, and
brought them out that he might look
at them. O!there was something so
pleasant, SO inviting, so cheering in
everything he did, in every look. When
these sick ones were brought out did
he say: "Take away those sores: do
not trouble me with these leprosies?"
NO, no, there was kind look, there
was gentle word, there was q. heal
thy touch. They could not keep away
from him.
Ia addition to the soitness Of car
acter, there was fiery momentum.
How the old hypocriter trembled be-
fore him. How the kings Of the earth
turned pale, Here is q plain man,
with few sailors at | is back, csming
on the sea of Galilee, %oihg up Is the
palace of the Caesars, making that pal
nee quake to the foundations, and ut.
terlng word of mercy ann kindness
which throbs through all the earth, and
through all the heavens, and through
all tho ages O! he was q loving
Christ. But it was not ctlieminacy, or
lnslpldlty OF character; it WAS accom-
panied with majesty, infinite and
Lest the world should
not realize Ills earn eStness, 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 beautiful home? If
lie must die, let Him expire amid all
kindly attentions" No, the world
must hear the hammers on the heads
OF the spikes The world must listen
to tho death rattle Of the sufferer. The
world must feel His warm blood drop
ping on each cheek, while it looks uD
into the face of His anguish. And SO
the cross must be lifted, and the hole
is dug on the to.j of Calvary. 1t must
be dug three feet deep, ard then the
cross is laid on the ground, and the
sufferer is stretched upon it, and the
nails are pounded through nerve, and
and bone, through the right
hand through the left hand; and then
they shake his right hand to see if it is
fast, and then they shake his left foot
to see if it is fast, and then they heave
up the wood, half dozen shoulders
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end ofthe 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
throw in the dirt and trample it down,
and tramplc it hard. O, plant that
tree well 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 cruciGers. I[e could
have reached up aud grasped the sword
Of tho omnlpOtent God, and with one
clean cut have tnmbled them into
pcrdition. But no, he was to die. He
must die. His life for my life. His
life for your life. In one OF the Euro
pean cities young man died on tho
scaifold for 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 blow that slew
him. The son came suddenly into the
room, and was washing away the
wounds and trying to reSuscitate his
father when so ne one looked through
the window and saw him, ana supp9s-
ed him to be the criminal. That Young
man died for his own mother. You
say: "lt WAS wonderful that he never
exposed" But | tell you Of grander
thing. Christ, the Son of God. died
not for his mother, not for his father,
but tor his sworn enemies. O, such q
Christ as tnaU-So loving, so seliSacific-
ing-can you not trust Him?
think there are many under the
spirit Of God who are saying: 81 will
trust him If you will only tell me
how;' and the great question asked
by thousands in this assemblage is;
"Ho%? how?" And while answer
your question look up and utter the
prayer which Rowland Hill SO often
uttered in tho midst Of sermons; "Mas4
ter, help!' How are you to trust in
Christ? Just as you trust any one.
You trust your partner in business
with important things. If 81 CONNER
cial house give you q note payable
three months hence, you expect the
payment of that note at the end of
three months. You have perfect con
tidence in their word and in their abil-
ity. You go home today. You ex-
pocL there will be food on the table.
You have confidence in that. Now |
ask you to have the Samo confidence
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