Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1892-07-09

Of earthly malice dashed it's bloody
foam against one foot, the wave of in
fernal malice dashed against his other
against sin beat on his thorn-pierced
brow, and all the hosts of darkness
with cleaning lances rampaged through
His holy soul.
Oh, see the dethronement of Heavens
King! the Conqueror fallen from the
white horse! the massacre of n God!
Weep. We who have tears, over the lone
illness of His exile and the horrors OF
His darkness. Christ sacrificed on the
funeral pyre of n worlds transgression;
the good for the bad, the great for the
mean, the infinite for the finite, the
God for the man. Oh, If there be in all
this audience one person untouched by
this story of the Saviour's love, show
me where he is, that | may mark the
monster of ingratitude and of crime. If
you could see Christ rs He is you would
rise from your seat and fling yourselves
down ut his feet, crying: MY Lord, my
light, my love, my joy, my peace, my
strength, my expectation, my heaven,
my all Jesus. Jesus
Oh, you can not love him? Do you
want more of his tears? Why, he has
shed them all for you. He has no more.
DO you want more of his blood? His
arteries were emptied dry, and the iron
hand of agony could press out nothing
more. Would you put him to worse cX-
cruciation? Then drive another nail
into his hand, and plunge anotherspear
into his side. and twist another thorn
into his crown, and lash him with an
other flame of Internal torture. NO"
says some one: stop! stop! he shall
not be smittcn again. Enough the
tears. Enough the blood. Enough
the torture. Enough the agony"
Enough" cries earth. Enough
cries Heaven. Aye, Enough" cries
hell At last enough.
Oh, look ut him, thy butchered Lord,
unshrouded and CHASTITY rs they flung
Him from the tree, his wounds gaping
for a bandage Are there no hands to
close these eyes? Then let the sun go
out and there be midnight. Howl, We
winds, and howl, We seas, for Your Lord
is dead! Oh, what more could he have
done for you and for me than he has
done? Could he pay Il bigger price?
Could he drink more bitter cup?
Could he plunge into worse catastro-
phe? And can YOU not love him? Groan
again. o blessed Jesus, that they may
in Ittf
the four fingers and the thumb of thy
wounded hand upon them that the gash
in the palm may strike their soul and
thy warm life may bleed into them.
Groan again, o Jesus and see If they
will not feel.
Oh, what will you do with such a
Christ as that? You have got to do
something with Him this morning
What will you do withJesus? Will you
slay Him again by your sin? Will you
spit upon Him again? Will You cruelty
Him again? What will you do with
Him who has loved you more than n
brothers love, more than fathers
love, yea. more than a mothers love,
through all these years? oh, is it not
enough to make the hard heart of the
rock break? Jesus! Jesus! What shall
we do with thee?
have to say that the question will
after awhile change, and it will not be
what shall we do with Christ, but what !
will Christ do with US? Ring all the |
bells of eternity Mt the burning of n |
world. In that day what do you think
Christ will do with us? Why, Christ |
will say: 'There is that man whom |
/ called. There is that woman whose
soul importuned. But they would not
auy of my ways. gave them innumer-
able opportunities of salvation. They
rejected them all. Depart, never knew
you" Blessed be God, that day has
not come. Halt, We destinies of eterni-
ty, and give us one more chance. One
more chance, and this is it.
Some travellers in the wilderness OF
Australia few years ago found the
skeleton of man and some of his gar
ments, and a rusty kettle on which the
man had written or scratched with his
finger nail these words: 20 God, am
dying of thirst. My brain is on fire.
My tongue is hot. God help me in the
wilderness" Oh, how suggestive of
the condition of those who die in the
wilderness of sin through thirst. We
take hold of them to-day. We try to
bring the cool water of the rock TO their
lips. We say, "Ho, every one that
thirsteth!' God, thy father, awaits
thee. Ministering spirits who watch
the ways of the soul bend now this mo
ment over this immortal auditory TO see
what we will do with Jesus