Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1891-08-14
n In the rurch. IL ruined this man,

and then left him. He had magnifi-
cent funeral. All the ministers wore
scarfs, and there were forty-three car
riages in a row; but the departed man
appreciated not the obsequies.
want to persuade my audience that
this world Is poor investments that
1t does not l-ay ninety per cent of sat-
isfaction, nor eighty per cent, nor
twenty per cent, nor two per cent. nor
one; that it gives no solace when a
dead babe lies on your lap; that it
gives no peace when conscience rings
its alarm; that it gives no expla-
nation in the day of dire trouble;
and at the time of your decease
it takes hold of the pillow-case. and
shakes out the feathers, and then Jolts
down in the place thereof signs, and
groans and excavations, and then
makes you put your head down Oh
We who have tried this world, is it a
satisfactory portion? Would you adj
wise your friends to make the invest
ment? No. "Ye have sold yourselves
for nought." Your conscience
went. NoLr hope went. Your
Bible went. Your heaven went. Your
God went. When a sheriff under writ
from the courts sells man out, tho
officer generally leaves a few chairs
and n bed, and a few cups and knives;
but in this awful vendue in which you
have been engaged the auctioneer's
mallet has come down upon body,
mind. and soul: Goingl Gone! aye
have sold yourselves for naught."
How could you do SO? Did you think
that your soul was n mere trinket
which for few pennies you could buy
in a 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 foreGngcrs on it's 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.
ana the next step To the fartheSt out
pests of Gods universe and that it Will
not die until the day when the ever
lasting Jehovah expires? Oh, my
brother, what posses ed 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
wood, so much as out of your S ms.
Guilty Of this homicide, and this regi-
l.. H.. l., foo
to-day. Ten thousand voices of heaven
bring in the verdict against YOU of
guilty, guilty. Prepare to die or be-
lieve in tho blood. Stretch yourself
out for sacrifice, or accept the
your one chance.
Would YOU not like to be free? Here
is the price of your hberation-not
head to foot, not because l fear your
presence, but because / fear that you
will miss your chance for immortal
rescue. This is the alternative divine
ly put: ale that believeth on the Son
shall have everlasting life; and he that
believeth not on the Son shall not sec
life, but the wrath of God abideth on
him" In the last day, if you now re-
ject Christ, every drop of that sacriti-
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 day!
avert that calamity! Let us see the
quick flash of the cimeter that Stays
the sin but saves the sinner. Strike,
omnipotent 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 soul s
destiny qulvers, and this is that hour,
that minute, that second.
Snow, says the captain, ''for the shore
Pull away. now, pull" The people on
the land were afraid the life beat had
gone down. They said How long
the boat stays. Why, it must have been
swamped and they have all perished
together" And there were men and
women on the pier-heads and
on the beach wringing their
hands and while they waited
aud watched, they saw something
looming up through the mist, and 1t
turned out to be the life boat. AS soon
as it came within speaking distance
the people on the shore cried out: "Did
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 God
All saved!' So may it be to-
day. The waves of your sin
run high, the storm is on you, but
cheer you with this Gospel hope. God
grant that within tho next ten minutes
we may row with you into the harbor
of Gods mercy. And when these
Christian men gather around to see the
result of this service, and the glorified
gathering of the pier-heads of heaven
to watch and to listen, may we be able
to report all saved! Young and old
good and bad! All saved! Saved fol-
time. Saved Tor eternity.