Grand Rapids herald. [volume] (Grand Rapids, Mich.) 1892-1959, 1892-07-04


aIs the price q soiE The wave u
earthly uaalics dashed its bloody foam
against one foot, tine wave II internal /
malice dashed against his other foot. /
while the storm II Gods wrath against |
az beat On ms thorn pierced brow, and |
al TIE hosts Of darkness with cleaning
lances rampages through MS holy soul
On, see the disbursement Of heavens
king! the conqaeror fallen from the
white horse, the massacre Of God.
Weep. We who have tears, over the lone
hness OF his exile and the horrors Of his
darkness. CHRIST sacrificed ON the funeral
pyre Of = worlds transgressions 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
thls audience one person untouched by
this story Of the Sxvfour's love, show me
where he Is that may mark the mon
ster of ingratltude and of crime. II you
could see Christ as he is you would rise
from your seat and ding yourselves
Gown at his feet. crying, My Lord. my
light. my love. my JOY, my peace, my
strength, my expectation, my heaven.
my ali! Jesus. jesus
HE HAS DONE ENoUoH.
Oh, can You not love him? Do you
want more of his tears: Why. he has
she'd them all for you. He has no more.
Do you want more Of his blood. His
arteries were emptied dry, and the iron
hand % azon.y could press out nothing
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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 fame Of internal torture. ..No,"
says some one; stop. stop! he shall not
be smitten again. Enough the tears.
Enough tho blood. Enough the torture.
Enough the agony" Enough" cries
earth. Enough" cries heaven. Aye.
Enough" cries hell. AT last enough.
Oh, look at him, thy butchered Lord,
unshrouded and CHASTITY as they flung
him from the tree, his wounds gaping
for a bandsge. Are there no hands to
close these eyes? Then let the sun go
out and there be midnight. Howl, ye
winds, and howl, ye 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 . bigger price?
Could he drink moro bitter cup? Could
he plunge into a worse catastrophe? And
can you not love him? Groan again, 0
blessed Jesus, that they may feel thy
sacrifice! Groan again. Put the four
fingers and the thumb of thy wounded
hand upon them, that the cash 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 .
Christ as that? You have got to do
something with him this morning.
What win You do with Jesus? Will you
Stay 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 with more than .
brothers love, moro than fathers love,
yea, more than mothers love, through
all these years. Oh, is it not enough to
make tho hard heart Of the rock break!
Jesusl Iesusi What shall we do with
thee3
THE SOULS GREAT CHANCE.
have to say that the question win af-
ter awhile change, and it viii not be
what shall we do with Christ, but what
will Christ do with US? Ring all the
bells Of eternity at the burning of q
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 any
of my ways. gave them innumerable
opportunities of salvation. They reject
ed them all. Depart; / never know
you" Blessed be God, that day has
not come. Halt, We destinies of eter-
nifty, and give us one more chance. One
more chance, and this is it.
Some travellers in the wilderness OF
Australia q few years ago found the
skeleton Of a man and some of his gar.
ments, and q rusty kettle ON which the
man had written or scratched with his
finger nail these words: 20 God, am
dying of thirst. Ny 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 wilder.
ness of sin through thirst! We take
hold Of them today. 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. Minister.
ing spirits who watch the ways Of the
soul bend now this moment over this
immortal auditory to see what we will
do with Jesus.