The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1892-08-25

had their whims, their iollies, their sins.
Lheir Inconsistencies. But when the |
mob outside OF Jerusalem hoWled at the |
Son Of God it was hate against goodness,
it was blasphcmy against virtue, it was
earth against heaven. What was IL in
that innocent and Toying face Of Christ
that excited the vitupel alton and the |
and scorn ofmen? If he had
bantered them to come on, if he had
laughed them into derision, If he had de-
them as the vagabonds that
they were, we could understand their
terocity; but it was against inoffensive-
ness that they brandished their spears,
and shook their fists, and ground their
teeth, and howled aud scOfled and
jccred aud mocked.
What evil had he done? Whose eye
given vision to the blind. Whose child
had he slain? None; but he restored the
dead damsel to her mother. What law
had he broken! None; but he had incul-
Gated obedience to government. What
foul plot had he enacted against The hap
pincss OF the race? Mono; he had come
I'd save a world. The only cruelty he
ever enacted was to heal the sick. The
only ostentation he ever displayed was
to sit with publicans and sinners and
wash the disciples feet.
The only scllishness he ever exhi bitcd
was to give hjs life fer his euemies. Aud
yet all the wrath OF the world surgcd
against his holy heat. Hear the rcdbot
scorn Of the world hissing in the pools
Of Saviour's blood! And standing
there today, let us see what an unrea-
sonablc, loathsomc, hateful, blasting,
damnlng thing is the iniquity of the hui
man heart. UnloOscd, what will not
sin do? II will scale any height, it will
iathOm the very depth Of hell, IT will re-
vel III ali lasClvlousncss. There is no
blasphcmy it will not utter, there are
no crucltles on which IL will not gorge
itself. 1t will wallow n filth, it will
breath the air of chalucl.hOuscs Of COR
luptlon and call The aroma, it will
Quatl the blood Of immortal souls and
| call 1t nectar.
When sin murdered Christ on the
cross IT showed what it would do with
the Lord God A lmlghLy if it could get
at him. The prophet had dcclal ed
think it was Jcrcm!ah--had declared
centuries before the truth, but not until
sin shot out its iorkad tongue at the
cruClliNion and tossed lis stmu into the
soul ota martyrcd Jesus was 1t illustrate
cd, that "thc heart is deceitful above all
things and desperately Wicked"
Again, ut beloved Christ to suller"
that our affections might be excited
Cinistward. Why, sirs, the behavior
OF our J nd has stirred the affections of
al Lhosc who have cvcl heard of it. 1t
has hung in the art galleries of the world
with such pictures rs Ghirlandio's
'Wnrship OF the Nj tyi," Gioito's ''Bap-
tism OF Christi" Holman Hunts "ChrisL
i'll the Temple" Tiutpret's "Agony in
the Garden,' Angclo's "Crucilixion, -
and it has called out ilaudel's Mes
slah" and rung sweetest chimes in
Ioung's might ThOughts," and filled
the psalmody OF tho world with the peni-
tentlal notes OF sorrow and the hOsannas
of Christian triumph.
Show me any other king who has so
many subjects. What is the most pot
cnt name today in the Uuitcd States, in
France, in EnGlond, in Scotland, in Irc-
land? JeSus. Othcl kings have had
many subjects, hut where is the king
who had 80 many admirinw subjects as
Christ? Show me regiment of thOus-
ana men IN their army, and | will show
you battalion of ten thOus md men in
Clrist's army.
Show me in history where one man
has given his property and his lite for
any one else, and ] will show you III his
tory hundreds and thousands OF men who
have Chetrtully died that Christ might
reign. Aye, there arc Il hundred men
III this house who, il need wee, would
step out and die icr Jesus. Their faith |
may now seem TO be faint, and some
times they may BE- inconsistent; but let /
The fires OF martyrlom be klndled, throw
them into the pit, cover them, with
poisonous scrpents, pound them, Hail
them, crush them, and will tell You
what their last cay would be, "Comc,
| l.ord Jesus, come quickly!
On, yes. the Lord Jesus has won the
affections ct many OF us. There arc
some 0! us who can say this morning,
Lord Jesus, my light and my song,
my hope Tor time, my expectation for
eternity" Altogether lnytly thou art.
My soul is raylshed with the vision.
Thou art mine. Come, let me clasp
Thee, Come lie, Come life, come death,
come scorn and pain come whirlwind
and darkness. Lord Jesus, l cannot
give thee up. ! have heard thy voice.
have scen thy Cdiuw SIDE. Lord
Jesus, II | had some garland pluckcd
rom heavenly gardens, would wrcathe
I Tor thy brow. i'll had some gem
worthy OF the place, | would set il in
,hy crown. If had seraphic harp,
would strike it in thy praise. But
'omc, lost and ruined and undonc, to
brow myself at thy feet.
No price | bring;
Simply to thy cross cling.
Thou kn )west all things. Thou know
'st that love thee.
But l remark again, sit beloved
Ihlst to suffer" that the world might
earn how to suffer. Sometimes people
'uller because they cannot help thcm-
selves, but Christ had IN his hands all
he weapons to punish his eucmies, and
vet IN quiesCenCc he endured all outrage,
lie might have hurled the rocks of {
Io!gotha upon his pursucrs; nc might I
AVE cleft the earth until it swallowed
Up his assallants;. he might have called
II reinforcement or taken any thunder