The Red Cloud chief., 1891-07-10

i4"'ty OF us ALL" 1 am glad that the
prophet did not stop TO explain whom
he meant by Him." Him of the
manger. Him Of the bloody sweat Him
OF the resurrection throne, Him of the
crucifixion agony. "On Him the Lord
hath laid the iniquity of us ALL"
II you and ], walking down the street
both hale, hearty and well. I ask you
70 carry me, you say, and say rightly:
walk on your own feet" But sup
pose you and I were in q regiment and
l was wounded in the battle and ] fell
unconscious at your feet with gunshot
fractures and d~islocations, what would
you do? You would call TO your COM
rades, saying: Come and help; this
man is helpless; bring the ambulance;
let us take him TO the hospital" and I
would be q dead lift in your arms, and
you would lift me from the ground
where ! had fallen and put me in the
ambulance and take me TO the hospital
and have all kindness shown me.
Would there be anything mean in your
doing that? Would there be anything
bemeaning in my accepting hat kind
ness? Oh, no. You would be mean not
to do il. That is what Christ does. IL
we could pay our debts then il would
be better TO go up and pay them, say
ing: Here, Lord, here is my obligation;
here are the means with which ] mean
TO settle that obligation; o give me a
receipt; cross il all out" The debt is
paid. But the fact is we nave fallen in the
battle, we have gone down under the
hot fire OF our transgressions, we have
been wounded by the sabers of sin. we
are helpless, we are undone." Christ
comes. The loud clang heard in the
sky on that Christmas night was only
the bell, the resounding bell of the am
bulance. Clear the way for the Son OF
God. file comes down TO bind up the
wounds and TO scatter the darkness,
and to save the lost Christ ONE and
looks down in your face and says: 81
have come through all the decorations
of these days and through all the EN-
bear your burdens and to pardon your
sins and to pay your debts Put them
on my shoulder; put them on my heart"
Oh Him the Lord hath laid the iniquity
of us all.
Sin has almost pestered the life out
Of some OF you. At times il has made
you cross and unreasonable, and il has
spoiled the brightness of your days and
the peace of your nights There are
men who have been riddled of sin. The
world gives them no solace. Gossamer
and volatile the world, while eternity,
as they look forward to il, is black as
midnight. They writhe under the stings
of a conscience which proposes to give
no rest here and no rest hereafter; and
vet they do not repent, they do not
pray, they do not weep. They do not
realize that just the position they occu-
py is the position occupied by scores,
hundreds and thousands of men who
never found any hope.
IL this meeting should be thrown
open and the people who are here could
give their testimony, what thrilling ex-
periences we should near on all sides.
There is n man in the gallery who
would say: 81 had brilliant surround
ings. l had the best education that one
of the best collegiate institutions of
this country could give, and I observed
all the moralitics of life, and l was self
righteous. and l thought ! was all right
before God rs l am all right before
men; but the Holy Spirit came to me
one day and said: You are a sinner
the Holy Spirit persuaded me of the
fact. While l had escaped the sins
against the law Of the land, I had really
committed the worst sin a man ever
commits-the driving back of the Son
of God from my hearts affections. And
| saw that my hands were red with the
blood of the Son of God, and | began TO
pray and peace came To my heart, and
I 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: ~
was the worst drunkard in New York;
l went from bad to worse: l destroyed
myself; I destroyed my home; my chill
dren covered when | entered the house;
when they put up their lips to be kissed
struck them; my wife protested
against the maltreatment, I kicked her
into the street l know all the bruises
and all the terrors of n drunkard's woe.
I went on further and further from
God until n day | got a letter saying:
my dear husband: | have tried
every way. done everything. and
prayed earnestly and fervently for
your reformation. but it seems of no
avail. Since our little Henry died. with
the exception of.those few happy weeks
when you remained sober. my life has
beer one Of sorrow. Many of the nights
I have sat by the window with my
face bathed in tears watching for
your coming. am broken hearted,
I 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 al.
ways made me refuse them. That hope
seems now beyond realization, and
have returned TO them Ii is hard, and
l battled long before doing It. May
God bless and preserve you. and take
from you that 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 l will give you
rest" From your loving wife.
MARY
And so / wandered on and wandered
on" says that man, until one night !
passed a Methodist meeting house. and
l said Ia myself: IN 60 in and see
what they are doing and ! got to the
door. and they werc singing:
All may COM. whoever VIII.
This Man receives poor sinners still
And dropped right there where 1
vas and / said, God have mercy aud
he had mercy on me. My home is re-
stored, my wife sings all day long dur
ing work. my children come out a long
way TO greet me home. aud my house.
hold is a little heaven. will tell you
what did all this for me. Ii was the
truth that this day you proclaim: On
Him the Lord hath laid the iniquity of
us all"
Wonder is a woman who would say:
II wandered off from nv fathers house:
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