The Red Cloud chief., 1892-08-12

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George Whitfield, with the manner an,
the voice and the start of an actor, over
whelmed his auditory. IL would hav'
been n different thing II Jonathan Ed
wards had tried to write and dream
about the pilgrims progress TO the
celestial city. or John Bunyan had ut
tempted an essay on the human will.
Brighter than the light, freshcr thar
the fountains, deeper than the seas ar,
all these gospel themes. Song has M
melody, flowers have no sweetness
sunset sky has no color compared will
those glorious themes. These harvest.
q grace spring up quicker than we car
sickle them. Kindling pulpits with
their fire and producing revolution,
with their power, lighting up dying
beds with their glory. thcy are the
sweetest thought for the poet, and they
are the most thrilling illustration fol-
the orator, and they offer the most In.
tense scene for the artist, and they are
TO the ambassador Of the sky all enthu.
siasm. Complete pardon for dircst
guilt. Sweetest comfort for ghastli.
est agony. Brightest hope for grim
NEST death. Grandest resurrection
for darkest scpulchrc. o, what a
gospel TO preach! Christ over oil in
It. His birth, His suffering, His mira
Giles, His parallels, His sweat, His tears,
His blood, His atonemcnt, His interccs-
sion--what glorious themes! DO we
exercise faith? Christ IL its object Do
we have love? IL fastens on Jesus.
Have we n fondncss for the church? II
Is because Christ died for IL. Have we
a hope of Heaven? II Is because Jesus
went ahead, the herald and tho fore.
runner.
The royal robe of Demctrius was 30
costly, so beautiful, that after he pat Il
of no m ever dared TO put II on; but
this robe Of Christ, richer than that,
the poorest and the wancst and the
worst may wear. "Whcrc sin abounded
grace may much more abound"
"Oh, my sins, my sins, said Martin
Luther to Staupitz, my sins, my sins!'
The fact Is that the brawny German
student had found n Latin Bible that
had made him quake, and nothing else
ever did make him quake; and when he
found how through Christ he was par
doned and saved, he wrote to u friend,
saying: Come over and join us great
and awful sinners saved by the grace
of God. You seem to be only u slender
sinner, and you don't much extol the
mercy OF God; but we who have been
such very awful sinners praise His
grace the more now that we have been
redeemed" Can IL be that you are so
desperately egotistical that you feel
yourself In first rate spiritual trim, and
that from the root of the hair to the tip
Of the too you are scarlcss and immacu-
late? What you need Ii n looking glass,
and here IL Is in the Bible. Poor, and
w%rctched, and miserable, and blind,
and naked from the crown Of the head
to the sole of the foot, full of wounds
and putrefying sores. No health In us.
And then lake the fact that Christ gath.
cred up all the notes against us and
paid them, and then offered us the re-
ceipt.
And how much we need Him In our
sorrows! We are Independent Of cir.
c%umstances II we have His grace. Why,
He made Paul sing in the dungeon, and
under that grace st. John from desolate
Patmos heard the blast Of the apocalyp
tic trumpcts. After all other candles
have been snuffed out, this is the light
that gets brighter and brighter unto
the perfect day; and after, under til,
hard hoofs Of calamity, all the pools o.
worlds enjoyment have been trampret
into deep mire, Mt the foot Of tho etcr
nal rock the Christian, from cups o
granite, lily trimmed and vine covered
puts out the thirst Of his soul.
Again, / remark, that Christ Is abov,
oil in dying alleviations. l have no
any sympathy with the morbidit,
abroad about our demise. The Empcro,
OF Constantinpolc arranged that on tn,
day OF his coronation the stonemasoi
should come and consult him about hi
tombstone. And there are men VIII,
are monomaniacal on the subject O
departure from this life by death, an,
the more they think of IL tho less the,
are prepared to go. This is an un
manliness not worthy Of you, no
worthy Of me.
A thousand feet under ground, b,
light of torch toiling in u miners shaft
q ledge of rock may fall upon us, an,
we may die n miners death. Far on
Mt sea, falling from the slippery rat
lines, and broken on tho halyards, w,
may dio n sailors death. On mission
Of mercy in hospital. amid broken bone
and reeking leprosies and raging fevers
we may die u philanthropist's death
On the field Of battle, serving God an,
our country, slugs through the heart
the gun carriage may roll over us, an,
we may die n patriots death. But
after all, there are only two styles O
departure; the death Of the righteou
and the death of the wicked, and we al
want to die the former.
God grant that when that hour come,
you may be at home! You want tn
hand of your kindred in your hand
You want your children To surroun,
you. You want the light ON your pill
low from eyes that have long refiectc
Your love. You want the room still
You do not want any curious stranger
standing around watching you. 70
want your kindred from afar to hea
your last prayer. l think that is tn