The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1892-01-07
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( IiIcy ssLIOu.Id my sDIn ana it.ake IN,
night Of thy sin terrible with the
assault Of their bloody mazzles. Oh,
the uDpard0led. clamoring. raveninr
al deyouTng sins of thy lifetime.
a maniac was found pacing along
the road with q torch in one hand
and pa! Of water in the other. and
some one asked him what he meant
to do with them. He answered.
with this torch l mean to burn
! down heaven, and with this water !
mean to put out the fires of hell.
He was maniac. He could do the
one thing just as well as he could dc
the other. No time to lose if YOU
want to escape your sins. for This
year thou shalt die"
Let me announce that Christ, the
Lord, stands ready TO save any man
who wants to be saved. He waited
for You all last year, and all the year
before, and all your life. He has
waited Tor you with blood on his
brow, and tears in his eye, and two
outstretched, mangled hands of love.
You come home some night and
find the mark of muddy feet on your
I front steps. You hasten in, and find
an excited group around your child.
He fell into pond, and had it not
been for brave lad, who plunged in
and brought him out and carried him
home to be resuscitated, you would
I nave been childless. You feel that
you cannot do enough for the rescuer.
You throw your arms around him.
You offer him any compensation.
You say to him: Anything that you
want shall be yours. l will never
cease to be grateful" But my dear
Lord Jesus sees your soul sinking and
attempts to bring it ashore, and you
not only refuse him thanks, but stand
on the beach and say: Drop that
soul! If | want it saved I will save
it myself"
wish you might know what a Job
! Jesus undertook when he carried
your case to Calvary. They crowded
him to the wall. They struck him.
They spat on him. They kicked him.
They cuffed him. They scoffed at
him. They scourged him. They
murdered him. Blood! Bloodl As
he stoops down to lift you up the
crimson drops upon you from his
brow, from his side, from his hands.
Do you not feel the warm current on
your face? Oh, for thee the hunger,
the thirst, the thorn sting, the suffo-
cation, the darkness, the groan, the
sweat, the struggle, the DEATH
A great plague came in Marseilles.
The doctors held a consultation, and
decided that corpse must be dissect-
ed or they would never know how to
stop the plague. A DR.. Guyon said,
Tomorrow morning l will proceed
to a dissection" He made his will.
prepared for death, went into the
hospital, dissected a body, wrote out
the results Of the dissection and died
in twelve hours. Beautiful self sac
rifice, you say. Our Lord Jesus
locked out from heaven and saw a
plague stricken race. Sin must be
dissected. He made his viii. giving
everything to his people. He comes
down into the reelIing hospital OF
earth. He lays his hand to the work.
Under our plague he dies - the
healthy for the sick, the pure for the
polluted, the innocent for the guilty
Behold the love Behold the sac1i
fee! Behold the rescue!
Decide, on this first Sabbath of the
year, whether or not you will have
Jesus. He will not stand forever
begging for your love. With some
here his plea ends right speedily.
This year thou shalt die"
SALVATION CANNOT BE BOUGHT.
This great salvation Of the Gospel
l now offer to every man, woman
and child. You cannot buy it. You
cannot earn it. A Scotch writer says
that a poor woman, one cold winters
day, looked through the window of a
kings conservatory and saw bunch
Of grapes hanging against the glass.
She said, "Oh, if I only had that
bunch Of grapes for my sick child at
! home"
At her spinning wheel she earned a
few shillings and went to buy the
grapes. The kings gardener thrust
her out very roughly and said he
had no grapes to sell She went off
and sold a blanket and got some
more shillings and came back and
tried to buy the grapes But the
gardener roughly assaulted her and
told her to be off. The kings daugh-
ter was walking in the garden at the
time and she heard the excitement,
and, seeing the poor woman, said to
her, My father is not merchant
to sell, but he is king and gives. :"
Then she reached up and plucked the
grapes and dropped them into the
poor woman's apron. So Christ is a
king and all the fruits of his pardon
he freely gives. They may not be
bought. Without money and with
out price take this sweet cluster from
the vineyards of God.
l am coming to the close of my ser
mon. 7 sought for text appropri-
ate to the occasion. thought of
taking one in Job, My days fly as
weaver's shuttle;" of a text in the
Psalms, $50 teach us to number our
days that we may apply our hearts
unto wisdom" of the prayer of the
vine dresser, Lord, let it alone this
year also;" but pressed upon my at
| tention first of all and last of all
and above all were the words, This
year thou shalt die"
| Perhaps II may mean me. Though
in perfect health now, it does not
take God one week to bring down
the strongest physical constitution
do not want to die this year We
have plans and projects on foot that
I want to see completed, but God
knows best, and he has a thousand
better men than to do the work yet
undone. I have hope that, notwith-
standing all my sins and wanderings,
| T cho1l Thro17rrT, tho inf ,,,a,-ox- Of