The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1892-07-15

hand. NO more QOODI ABOUT IL imam IndI
there is God. If you had committed
five hundred thousand transgressions,
Christ would forgive you just as freely
as if you had never committed but one;
though you had gone through the whole
catalogue of crimes-arson, blaspheIny
and murder-Christ would pardon you
just as freely, you coming to Him, as
though you had committed only the
slightest sin of the tongue. Why, when
Christ comes 20 pardon soul He stops
for nothing. Height is nothing. Depth
is nothing. Enormity is nothing. Pro-
tractedness is nothing.
Der sins like mountains for their size
The seas of sovereign grace expand
The seas of sovereign grace arise
Lord Jesus, l give up all other props
give up all other expectations Ruined
and undone, 1 lay hold Thee. | plead Thy
promises fly to Thy arms. Lord save
me, perish" When the Christian COM
mission went into the army during the
war there were a great multitude of
hungry men and only a few leaves of
bread and the delegate of the com
mission was cutting the bread and Civ
ing it out to wounded and dying men
Some one came up and said: Cut those
slices thinner or there will not be
enough to go around" And then the
delegate cut the slices very thin and
handed the bread around until they all
had some, but not much But, blessed
be God, there is no need of economy in
this Gospel. Bread for all, bread enough
and TO spare Why perish with hunger2
Again, / advise you, as one of the best
things you can do with Christ, to take
him into your love. Now there are
two things which make us love any che
inherent attractiyencss and then what
be does in the way of kindness toward
US. Now Christ is in both these posi-
tons. Inherent observation-disclosures
than the children of men. the luster of
the morning in his eye, the glow of the
setting sun in his cheek, myrrh and
franllinccnse in the breath of his lip.
In a Heaven of holy beings, the best
In n Heaven of mighty ones, the strong
est. In a Heaven of great hearts. the
tcnderest ard the most sympathetic.
Why, sculpture has never yet been able
to chisel his form. nor painting to pre-
sent the flush Of his check, nor music to
strike his charms; and the greatest sur
prise of eternity will be the first mo-
mcnt when we rush into his presence
and with upliftRd +.,ls.s and streaming
eyes and heart bounding with rapture,
we cry out, This is Jesus
All over glorious is my Lord,
He must be loved and yet adored;
His worth, if all the nations knew,
Sure. the whole earth would love him too
Has He not done enough to win our
affections? Peter the Great, laying
aside royal authority, went down among
the ship carpenters to help them, but
Russia got the chief advantage of that
condescension. John Howard turned
his back upon the refinementS and went
around prisons to spy out their sorrows
and relieve their wrongs, but English
criminals got the chief advantage OF
that ministry. But when Christ comes,
it is for you and me. The sacrifice for
you and me- The tears for you and me.
The crucifxion for you and me-
Ii l were hopelessly in debt, and
some one came and paid my debts and
gave me a receipt in full, and called off
the pack of bounding creditors; if l
were on ioundering ship, and You
came il a life-boat and took me off,
could / ever forget your kindness?
Would I ever allow an opportunity to
pass without rendering you service or
attcsting my gratitude and love? Oh,
how ought we feel toward Christ, who
plunged into the depth of our sin and
plucked us out?
Ought it not to set the very best emo
tons of our heart into the warmest-
aye, red hot glow? The story Is so
old that people almost get asleep while
they are hearing. And yet there he
hanCs-Jesus the man, Jesus the God.
Was there anything before or since,
anything to be compared to this spec
tacle of generosity and woe? Did heart
strings ever snap with a worse torture?
Were tears ever charged with q heavier
grief? Did blood ever gush, in each
globule the price of q soul? The wave
of earthly malice dashed its bloody
foam against one foot, the wave OF in
fernal malice dashed against his other
foot, while the storm of Gods wrath
against sin beat on his thorn-pierccd
brow, and all the hosts of darkness
with cleaning lances rampaged through
His holy soul.
Oh. see the Gethronemcnt of Heavens
Eng 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 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 as He is you would
rise from your seat and fling yourselves
down at his feet, crying: My Lord. my
light, my love, my joy, my peace, my
strength, my expectation, my heaven,
nv 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 ex-
cruciation? Then drive another nail
into his hand, and plunge another spear
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 smitten 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.