The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1891-07-03

much less can you carry all the sins O
YOUR lifetime. Christ comes and look
down in your face and says; II hav,
come through all the decorations O
these days, and through all the tenn
pests of these nights. l have come t.
bear your burdens and to pardon you
sins and to pay your debts. Put then
on my shoulder Put them on my
heart" ION him the Lord hath lait
the iniquity of us all"
FROM GODS LAW THRRR Is NO ESCAPE
Sin has almost pestered the life on,
of some OF you. At times 1t has mad,
you cross and unreasonable, and it ha.
spoiled the brightness of your days anc
the peace of your nights. There arr
men who have been riddled of sin. Tn.
world gives them no solace. Gossamel
and volatile the world. while eterlihs.
as they look forward to 1t. is black
midnight. They writhe under the st
of conscience which proposes to
no rest here and no rest hereaften
yet they do not repent, they d
pray. they do not weep They d y
realize that just the position tn D.
cupy is the position occupied byl 81,
hundreds and thousands of p he
never found any hope.
If this meeting should be- N
open and the people who are b/
give their testimony, what y
periences we should hear or
There is man in the gallery
say II had brilliant sur 8
had the best education thd e
best collegiate institutions o. h.
try could give, and observ9d The
moralities of life, and was self ght-
eous, and I thought l was all rigid be-
fore God as am all right before men;
but the Holy Spirit came to me one
day and said, You are sinner the
Holy Spirit persuaded me of the fact.
While had escaped the sins against
the law of the land, had really com.
mitted the worst sin man ever com
mits the driving back of the Son of
God from my hearts affections. And
l saw that my hands were red with the
blood of the Son of God, and l began
to pray, and peace came to my heart,
and know by experience that what
you say this morning is true. On him
the Lord hath laid the iniquity of us
ALL"
Yonder is a man who would say: II
was the worst drunkard in New York /;
I went from bad to worse; destroyed
myself, l destroyed my home; my chill
dren covered when entered the house !;
when they put up their lips to be kissed
I struck them; when my wife protested
against the maltreatlnent l kicked her
into the street. know all the bruises
and all the terrors of a drunkard's
woe. l went on further and further
from God until one day l got a letter
saying:
my DEAR HusRANDI have tried every
and fervently for your reformation, but II
seems of no avail. Since our ntueH~-rx dted,
with the exception Of those few happy weeks
when you remained sober, my life has been one
of sorrow. Many of the nights ! have sat by
the window, with my face bathed in tears,
watching for your coming. / am broken
hearted; am sick. Mother and father have
been here frequently and begged me to come
home, but my love for you and my hope for
brighter days have always made me refuse
them. That hope seems now beyond realiza-
ton. and have returned to them. 1t is hard,
and battled long before doing it. May God
lose
accursed appetite and hasten the day when we
shall be again living happily together. This
will be my daily prayer, knowing that he has
said, Come unto me all We that labor and are
heavy laden, and will give you rest From
your loving wife, MARY.
And so l wandered on and wan
dered on" says that man, until one
night l passed Methodist meeting
house, and l said to myself, I'll go in
and see what they are doing, and |
got to the door and they were singing:
All may come. whoever will,
This Man receives poor sinners still
And dropped right there where
was, and said, God have mercy and
he had mercy on me. My home is re-
stored, my wife sings all day long dur
ing work, my children come out long
way to greet me home and my house
hold is a little heaven. will tell you
what did all this for me. 1t was the
truth that this day you proclaim, On
him the Lord had laid the iniquity of
us all. '"
THE WORST OUTCAST MAY COME.
Yonder is woman who would saw:
II wandered off from my fathers
house; heard the storm that pelts on
= lost soul; my feet were blistered on
the hot rocks. went on and on,
that no one cared for my soul,
when one night Jesus met me and he
said Poor thing, go home; your ia
ther is waiting for you, your mother is
waiting for you. Go home, poor thingr
And, sir, | was too weak to pray, and |
was too weak to repent, but | Just
,ried out; sobbed out my sins and nv
sorrows ON the shoulders of him of
whom it is said the Lord hath laid on
lin the iniquity of us all"
There is young man who would
ay Il had Christian bringing up:
came from the country to city life; |