Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-07-08

Save it. Do it now. Az, it is done;
for l obey thy promise and come.
can do no more. That is all thou hast
asked. come. Christ is mine. Pardon
is mine. Heaven is mine
Why, my friends you put more trust
in every body than you do in Christ,
and in everything; more trust in the
bridge crossing the stream, in the
ladder up to the loft; more trust in the
stove than confines the fire; more
trust in the cook that prepares your
food; more trust in the clerk that
writes your books, in the druggist that
makes the medicine, in the bargain
maker with whom you trade; more
trust in all these things than in Christ,
although he stands this moment offer
ing without limit, and without mis-
take, and without exception, universal
pardon to all who wantit. Now, is not
that cheap enough-aH things for moth
ing? This is the whole of the Gospel as
l understand it, that IL you believe that
Christ died to save you, you are saved.
When? Now. No more doubt about
it than that you sit there. No more
doubt about it than that you have "A
right hand. No more doubt about it
than that 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, and blasphemy, and
murden-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 to pardon soul, he
stops for nothing. Height is nothing.
Depth is nothing. Protractedness is
nothing.
Ger sins like mountains for their size,
The seas OF sovereign grace expand
The seas OF sovereign grace arise.
Lord Jesus, ! give up all other props.
give up all other expectations. Ruined
and undone, lay hold thee. plead
thy promises. fly to thy arms, Lord
save me; perish" When the Chris
tian commission went into the army
during the war there were a great
multitude of hungry men and only a
few loaves of bread, and the dele
gate of the commission was cut
ting the bread and giving 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 hunger?
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
one-inherent attractiveness, and then
what he does IN the way of kindness
toward us. Now Christ is in both
these positions. Inherent attractive
ness: fairer than the children of men,
the lustre of the morning in his eye
the glow of the setting sun in his
cheek, myrrh and franlSincensc in the
pANobh VI AAio AiB9s III a. hOhNCh VI hOA.f
beings, the best. In a heaven of mighty
ones, the strongest In a heaven
of great hearts, the tenderest and the
most sympathetic. Why, sculpture
has never yet been able to chsel his
form, nor painting to present the flush
of his charms; and the greatest sur
prise of eternity will be the first mo-
ment when we rush INTO his presence
and with uplifted hands and streaming
eyes and heart bounding with rapture,
we cry out, This is JesusI"
All over glorious is my Lord,
He must be loved and yet adorcd;
His worth, II 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; bnt Russia got the chief advan-
tge of that condescension. John
Howard turned his back upon the re-
finements and went around prisons 70
spy out their sorrows and to relieve
their wrongs; but English criminals
got the chief advantage of thatministry.
But when Christ comes, it is for you
and me- The sacrifice for you and me.
The tears for you and me. The cruci-
fixion for YOU and me.
Oh, see the dethronement of heavens
king! the conqueror fallen from the
white horse! the massacre of God!
Weep, We who have tears, over the
loneliness of his exile and the horrors
of his darkness Christ sacrificed on
the funeral pyre of worlds trans
gressipn; the good for the bad, the
great forsthe mean; tbe5infinite for the
finite, the God for the man. Oh, ii
there besin all this audience one person
untouched by this story of the Saw
ours love, show me where he is, that
may mark the monster of ingratitude
and 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, my all!
Jesus, Jesus!"
oh, can you not love him? Do you
want more Of his tears? Why, He has