Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1891-08-13

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| that your soul was mere trinket
| which for few pennies you could buy
in toy shop? Did you think that
| your soul, if once lost, might be found
again If you went out with torches and
lanterns? Did you think that your
soul was short lived. and that, pant
ing, it would soon lie down for extinc
ton? Or had You no idea what your
soul was worth? Did you ever put
your foretingers on its eternal pulses?
Have you not felt the culver of its
peerless wing? Have you not known
that, after leaving the body, the first
step of your soul reaches to the stars,
and the next step to the farthest out
posts of Gods universe and that it will
not die until the day when the ever
lasting Jehovah expires? Oh, my
brother, what possessed you that YOU
should part with your soul so cheap?
aye have sold yourselves for nought."
''Oh, says some one, 1.-The thought
of blood sickens me-" Good. God in
tended it to sicllen you with your sin.
DO not act as though you had nothing
to do with that Calvarian massacre.
You had. Your sins were the imple-
ments of torture. Those implements
were not made of steel, and iron, and
Guilty of this homicide, and this regi-
eide, and the decide, confess your guilt
to-day. Ten thousand voices of heaven
bring in the verdict against YOU Of
guilty, guilty. Prepare to die or be.
lieye in the blood. Stretch yourself
out for sacrifice, or accept the
Saviour's sacrifice. DO not fling away
your one chance.
1t seems TO me as if all heaven vera
trying to bid in your soul. The first
bid it makes is the tears of Christ at
the tomb of Lazarus; but that is not q
high enough price. The next bid
heaven makes is the sweat of Gethse-
name; but it is too cheap Il price. The
next bid heaven makes seems to be the
whipped back of Pilates Hall; but it
is not high enough price. Can it be
possible that heaven cannot buy you
in? Heaven tries once more. 1t says:
81 bud this time for that
mans soul the tortures of Christs mare
tyrdom, the blood on his temple, the
blood on his cheek, the blood on his
chin, the blood on his hand, the blood
on his side, the blood On his knee, the
blood on his foot-the blood in drops,
the blood in rills, the blood in pools
coagulated beneath the cross; the blood
that wet the tips of the soldiers
spears, the blood that splashed warm
in the faces of his enemies" Glory
to God, that bid wins it. The
highest price that was ever paid for
anything was paid Tor your soul. Moth
ing could buy it but blood The es-
trangcd property is brought back.
Take it. You have sold yours IF for
nought and We shall BE redeemed
without money" o, atoning blood,
cleansing blood, life-giving blood, sane
tifying blood, clarifying blood of Jesus!
Why not burst into tears at the
thought that for thee he shed it-for
thee the hard-hcartcd, for thee the
lost?
"NO," says some one; 81 will have
nothing to do with it except that, like
the enemies of Christ, | put both my
hands into that carnage and scoop up
both palms full, and throw it on my
head and cry: Ills blood be on us and
our children" Can you do such q
shocking thing as that? Just rub your
handkerchief across your brow and
look at it, 1t is the blood of the Son of
God whom you have despised and driven
back all these years. Oh do not do
that any longer! Come out boldly and
frankly and honestly, and tell Christ
you are sorry. You cannot afford to
so roughly treat him upon whom
everything depends.
do not know how You will get away
from this subject. Nou see that you
are sold out, and that Christ wants to
buy Won back. There are three per-
sons W no come after you to- day. God
the Father God the Son, and God the
INl,
completeness in one movement for
your salvation. You will not take up
arms against the Triune God,
in your arm for such a combat? BY
the highest throne in heaven, and by
the deepest chasm in hell, | beg you
look out. Unless you allow Christ to
carry away your sins, they will carry
you away. Unless You allow Christ to
lift you up, they will drag you down.
There is only one hope for you, and
that is the blood. Christ. the sim
offering bearing your transgressions.
Christ, the surety, paying your debts.
Christ. the divine Cyrus, loosening
your Babylonish captivity.
Would YOU not like to be free? Here
is the price of your liberation-not
head to foot, not because | fear your
presence, but because | fear that you
will miss your chance for immortal
rescue, This is the alternative divine
" put; "He that believeth on the Son
shall have everlasting life; and he that
belicveth not on the Son shall not see
life, but the wrath of God abideth on
him In the last day, if you now re-
ject Christ, every drop of that saCrifi-
cial blood, instead of pleading for your
release as it would have pleaded if you
had repented, will plead against you.
o Lord God of the Judgment dayl
avert that calamity, Let us see the
quick fash of the cimeter that Stays
the sin but saves the sinner Strike,
omnipCtent God. for the souls deliver
ance, Beat, O eternal sea, with all thy
waves against the barren beach of that
rocky soul, and make it tremble. Oh!
the Oppressiveness of the hour, the
minute, the second, on which the souls
destiny quIvers, and this is that hour,
that minute, that second.
Now, says the captain, ''for the shore
Pull away, now, pull" The people on
the land We're afraid the life boat had
gone down. They said GLOW long
the boat stays. Why, it must have been
swamped and they have all persisted
together And there were men and
women on the pier-heads and
I on the beach wringing their
| hands; and while they waited
, AID watched, they saw something
! looming up through the mist, and It
turned out to be the life boat. As sooi
as it came within speaking distance
the people on the shore cried ont: Ibid
! you save any of them? Did you save
any of them?" And as the boat swept
| through the boiling surf and and came
to the pier-head, the captain waved his
| hand over the exhausted sailors that
/ lay fat on the bottom of the boat,
and cried: "All saved! Thank Godi
| All saved" SO may it be to-
day. The waves of your sin
| run high, the storm is on you, but I
cheer you with this Gospel hope. God
! grant that within the next ten minutes
we may row with You into the harbor